I look outside the glass window, it is as dark as his ominous name. Black.

A chill crawls down my spine, knowing it is night. A time when he changes into something dark, something more sinister and disturbingly unpredictable.

A time to fill his insatiable lust.

My heart drops all the way to my stomach and stutters a faint beat as I realise Dakota is back and he is coming for me. To rip me apart and play with my used body for his revenge games.

It is that time of the night!

A tremble runs through me as my body remembers his volatile force with which he bent me and stole every inch of my innocence.

I instantly lay back on the bed and tighten the blanket around my naked body, wishing I could blend into the sheets and disappear.

The familiar sound of his footsteps fill the otherwise quiet house, growing louder and closer, like an oncoming storm.

My whole body shivers in fear thinking what he will do to me tonight. I can't let him know that I am awake. He already robbed me of my grace, my dignity, and my innocence.

I don't know what he is coming to snatch away next. Brutally.

The sound of steps gets louder and tears spill out of my eyes in the anticipation of how cruelly he is going to abuse my body again.

I take a shaky breath, filling my lungs with terror as I hear him stop right outside my room. My heart slows down and my breath comes in short, shallow gasps. A deafening silence resonates in my ears, like something menacing is going to happen.

*Click*

A soft creak echoes through the room and my body freeze. I know this sound. It is the sound of my bedroom door. Fear wraps around me like a thick blanket as I feel his dark presence enter in the room.

I swallow my tears, and try to calm the wild pounding of my heart.

I am so scared.

I am shit scared of him.

This man would torture me daily with his brutality, even kill me , then also he won't be satisfied. He would continue to torment my corpse for the sake of his revenge.

I shut my eyes close, pretending to be deep in sleep, wishing desperately that I could actually drift off.

*Click*

Another sound filters through the thick silence, closing of the door. A beat thuds against my ribs, like a loud drum in the quiet. I dare not to move or even breathe as if he might hear me.

I hear the heavy thump of his shoes, which matches with the panicking thrust in my chest. I can feel his immense dark shadow overtaking every corner of the room as he walks towards the bed.

Towards me.

Suddenly, the bed dips behind me, and I stop breathing. I do not need to know that he lay behind me as I can feel his brutal scent oozing from him like a warning.

Tears pool out of me and I bite my lips hard, trying to suppress any sound from me while I pretend to be asleep.

I don't want him to touch me. I don't want him to know I am awake.

My heart leaps to my throat as I feel my hair moving behind my neck slowly. A shiver runs down my spine as I feel a hot breath on my nape, followed by a deep voice in my ear.

"Emarah."

I stop breathing. A strong pungent scent of alcohol drifts off him in waves, confirming my worst fear.

He is drunk.

Fear grips me as a hand wraps around my naked waist, pulling me into him possessively. Panic overtakes my senses as I am forced to relive the horrifying memories he imprinted on my flesh. Only to realize he is going to do it all over again, more ruthlessly.

'My personal whore.'

Flashes of his brutality plays in my head and a sob crawls up my throat. I close my teary eyes tightly as he buries his face into the cavity of my neck and inhales deeply.

"I misssed youh."

Dakota's husky voice finds my ear and my eyes snap open in surprise. My chest tightens as if my heart has forgotten how to beat.

"I misssed youh so muchh." He whispers again, with a deep longing voice that seems to ring through my empty soul, filling me entirely with his yearning voice.

I breathe heavily, feeling the heat radiating from his hard body as he hugs me from behind, like a child hugging its favorite toy after a long day.

"Youh are sooo... softh." His hot breath tickles my ear while his cool fingers make gentle patterns on my stomach.

I remain still, frozen in the act of sleeping and battling with my instinct who tells me to bolt out of the bed and run away with screams.

"I am a bit-h druunk righth now.. And I want to feel youh."

My heart races as he murmurs with heavy intoxication, while his fingers aimlessly trace the curve of my body and stop at my hips.

"I want youh so badly right now."

My heart drops all the way to my stomach and stutters to beat. Tears escape from my eyes as I hold my breath, struggling to not squeak any noise.

I am scared. I am scared of what this man could do. I am scared that I can't stop him or his violent desires to take whatever is left in me.

I shut my eyes and silently cry, begging the gods above to let me go, just for one night. Please.

"I want to.. kish youh." Dakota whispers, the alcohol making his words heavy and slow. "I want to touchh you and hold youh tight...ly." His breath fans my neck as he mumbles under the impression that I am sleeping.

Despite the fear coursing through me, I feel my stomach flutter at his words like butterflies. A stark contrast to anxiety I have been feeling since his arrival.

"I want to sleep with youh."

My breath hitches. There is a jolt in my heart and my fear spring to life. Panic bubbles up within me as he draws his fingers back to my ribs, like casually counting each bone.

He wants to sleep with me! He wants to fuck me like a whore again. No, please god! Please..

Tears spill out of my eyes and my chest aches with an effort to stay silent while he touches me gently.

Yet, it burns me.

"I wish I could sleep with youh." Dakota murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper as if he is talking to himself.

I blink with a blunder of confusion and fear. His words even confuse my anxiety, and every reaction seems to momentarily pause in me.

"In this bed.." He continues.

"Whole night... peaceful-ly." He sighs deeply, a sound that resonates with deep melancholy that I have never heard from him before.

The alcohol-induced honesty in his voice is strangely disarming. I lay there, eyes closed but with my mind wide awake, tracing his each word and trying to figure out the climate in his head.

"Youh are sooo smooth as tenessee whiskey." Dakota whispers softly, brushing his fingers aimlessly over my arm.

"Youh are as sweeeeet as strawberry wine." He hums in his deep voice, like singing a song.

"Youh are as warm as a glass of brandy."

A sense of deja vu washes over me with all the monstrous memories he gifted me, while he tries to wrap them up with his sweet words.

How cruel of him to be so cruel, and then be so kind, only to be more cruel afterwards!

"Noh!" Dakota suddenly exclaims, causing me to almost gasp out loud. "Youh are warm like the first light of the day." He declares as if changing his mind at the last moment.

What the hell is going on in his mental head?

"And I want to paint youh in beautiful col-"

Suddenly, a shrill ring of his phone cuts through his words, making my skin jump out along with him.

"Fuckh!" Dakota growls, his voice resonates through my body as he hastily fumbles to answer his phone.

"What?" He hushes irritatingly at who ever called him. I remain still with my heart pounding in my ears.

"What do youh want?" He asks, getting up from the bed. I shut my eyes firmly in the play, as I feel his warmth gradually fading from my back, along with his dark presence.

He is leaving!

"What are youh my girlfriend?" Dakota scoffs before he staggers intoxicatingly out of the room, and shuts the door behind him.

*Click*

After countless shallow breaths, I open my eyes to the empty room. My fingers loosen their grip on the blanket and I let out a shaky breath, my sobs now free to escape.

The heaviness in my chest slowly vanishes with his presence and with shaky hands, I wipe the trail of tears from my face.

I feel scared, relieved and highly confused.

It is so hard to believe that he is the same man who violently abused my body and now claiming that he missed me.

What part did he even miss exactly?

Fucking me and calling me with degrading words, or is it the taste of my salty tears that he is missing!

And what does he mean by 'I want to sleep with you..'? Isn't that his routine regardless of my consent?

I twist and turn on the cold bed with all the thoughts rolling over my head like a whirlwind. I should have not slept the whole day because now, my eyes and my mind refuse to shut down.

I raise my hand and look at the watch, it blinks 1:47 AM. I twist my wrist and stare at the sketch of two cuddling cats he had drawn on my palm.

'I wish I could sleep with you..'

Why did he say that when he clearly sleeps with me every night?

I still feel his ghostly fingers on my body and his voice ringing in my head, telling me how badly he wants me.

But I know too well the harsh reality of the morning when he will wake up. His eyes, once again, will be filled with revenge and his heart will forget what softness is.

These words will be long forgotten when the alcohol will wear off from his system and soon, he will return to his original beast form.

There is a strange tightness in my chest and a familiar uneasiness tightens in my stomach- it's that peri-peri pizza calling me.

Dizziness makes my legs wobble as I walk on the cold marble that pricks through my feet. I do not care to cover my naked body, as there is nothing really left to hide now. I was robbed off my dignity long ago.

Lights glow with my every step as I lead myself downstairs to the kitchen. To my pizza.

My swollen eyes widen at an unexpected sight. There, next to pizza, sits a box of chocolate cupcakes. Am I hallucinating?

That brute ordered cupcakes for me, a shocking surprise that leaves me further confused about his odd behaviour. He is like a mix blunder of chaos and romance.

I microwave pizza while I relish on my chocolate cupcake, thinking how the fuck he even got so drunk that he wanted to kiss me, the girl who put him behind the bars!

Clearly, he wouldn't have let himself get drunk at the inauguration party, as he is too cautious about his reputation.

I lift the iPad resting on the countertop and type his name in the browser. Search results roll on the screen with the latest article about his software inauguration uploaded four hours ago.

With a quick tap, I click on the link and pictures fill the screen. I hold my breath as I see him, striking as ever, staring at the screen while standing beside a woman as stunning as him.

A sinking feeling weighs down my heart and suddenly the taste of pizza turns bitter on my tongue as soon as I notice his hand resting comfortably on her waist- An intimate gesture typically reserved for someone very close.

Suddenly, the iPad feels too heavy to hold and I set it down. An uncomfortable tightness settles in my chest with a disturbing thought spiralling my mind.

Just because I was sick, he wouldn't go out to fuck another girl, right?

Right?

My throat chokes as I gulp down the pizza forcefully, while adding all the unpleasant scenarios in my head.

What if he already has a girlfriend and I am just a secret affair?

Whore.. My mind whispers.

Is that why he came back drunk to me for sex, because he couldn't satisfy his needs with her?

And was that the same woman on the phone, calling him out so late?

I get frustrated as the pizza couldn't answer any of my questions. I dump the empty box, feeling a sense of disgust at the man who ordered me my favorite pizza.

Fuck it! I don't care whom he sleeps with.

I wrap my arms around myself in a safe cocoon as I stomp my feet angrily on the stairs of the cruel, promiscuous king who might have warmed beds than I have had pizzas in my life.

Pathetic! That's what he is.

Suddenly, my feet stop dead in my tracks as I notice a red light seeping through the slight open gap of Dakota's unclosed door. My heart thrusts insanely as it recognises those red hues.

It is the same seductive lights that AI changed while I was dancing for him on the first night.

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A lot of you are so freaking sweet with your comments. I want to go French-kiss you all consensually 💋

Now that you made me happy, what do you want next.. Dakota's POV or to see what is inside Mr. Black's mystery room?

I heartily want to thank you all for your support. Sometimes I feel I don't even deserve it. 

Thank you for giving me a chance 🙏