10 | delirium

(n) a state of wildly excited activity or emotion

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                    My breath hitched as I saw two guards trying to hold down a girl, with green skin. The part which actually made me stop and gulp was because she stopped fighting them when her eyes met me.

She had green eyes. Eyes the colour of deep forest pools, the colour of springtime ferns, the colour of freshly cut grass, the colour of pond scum, the colour of autumn carrot tops, the green of the first spring leaves on a plum tree, sea green, mossy green flecked with the colour of pecan shell, as green as summertime water trough.

Scorching and fiery red hair that looks burning to the touch. Orange sunset locks,capturing the light in vibrant ruby hues; flowing in gentle,warm curls of lava to her mid-back.

She was the woman I had seen in the poster.

Poison Ivy.

"You are in deep trouble, blossom." She said. Her voice was rough and hard. Her eyes narrowing at me, yelling at me to believe it.

"Hold her!" The guard shouted to the other guard, who tried to hold her, reaching his hand out, but he couldn't reach her, it was like as if someone was pulling them away from her, and she was just standing there.

Then, I realised. She is doing it.

"Your life has changed the very day you met him." She said, walking towards me in a slow manner. I stood still, trying to process what she just said. "Haley Life." She whispered, standing right in front of me and in an instant, the guards were out of the trance and they ran towards her and catched her, holding her hands behind her. She didnt fight back. A slow cunning smile made to her face as she looked at me.

Then, they dragged her away.

I let out a breath.

What just happened?

It all happened too fast.

I was feeling really confused. I brushed away those thoughts and realised that I have been standing in the same spot for more than two minutes. I started walking towards the door. Just as usual, two guards stood infront, guarding it. I swiped my card, feeling butterflies erupt in my stomach due to anxiety, my heart beat raced.

I stopped infront of the glass door, daring myself not to look through it, I swiped my card and the glass door opened.

My eyes were looking at the cold marble tiles and I didnt dare walk in. I stood there, waiting for him to say something. After a moment, I got a quick splash of courage and I looked up to see him staring right at me, sitting on his bed, the icy blueness of his eyes sharp enough to scar me. I took a sharp intake of breath.

I didnt know for how long we were staring at one another but I felt like I was drowning in them.

He stood up all of a sudden in a sharp move. He was shirtless, there was bandage on his forehead.

For the first time, I actually took my time to look at his torso. I sucked in a sharp breath. Gawking wouldn't quite describe my state. I was shocked, stunned, flabbergasted, amazed, wonderstruck, mesmerized by his physique. It was like nothing I've ever seen before. His body was drool-worthy. He had a chiseled chest and the pale skin on it was glowing healthily. His abdominals were sculptured to perfection as his six-packs pop, instantly giving off the impression that he came out of a Calvin Klein shoot.

I won't even forget about his arms for years. His biceps were the size of my head yet lean and his triceps looked like diamonds - really rare ones, indeed - and completing his masterpiece of a bodice, his shoulders, round and protruding, give his whole look a new flavor. I wanted to extend my hands and touch, but I also didn't want to creep him out, and it was not the right time anyway.

"Well, well, well. Look who decided to finally come back." He said, his voice raising at the end, his hands moving along with his words. He stopped right in front of me. I hadnt realised he was walking towards me. My eyes looked up to see his cerulean blue eyes.

"Remind me where did we stop?" He said, his voice was deep. It's low and soft but powerful enough to send chills through my body.

I remained silent. The silence of the room made her blood as cold as the autumnal air that crept through the open window.

In a instant, he stepped closer, his left arm circling around my waist and he pulled me closer to him roughly. Despite the heaviness in my stomach, it fluttered at the feeling of my body pressed against his. I could feel his defined muscles poking into my waist and I bit my lip.

"You used me." He said and then flipped his head back, laughing, his signature laugh. I have heard of his laughter many times before and I had found it captivating. For the first time, I realised how evil it sounded. Its only evil when you realise you are the victim and he is the predator. He looked at me, the smile on his face. The laughter evaporated from his eyes. His eyes were narrowed, rigid, cold, hard. In that moment I knew he was angry. "No one uses me. And if they do, I do bad things to them, really bad things."

I tried to get out of his grip and it only made him tighten his grip around me. He was holding me with only one hand and yet I couldn't get out of it. I never thought he would be really strong. The way he said things made me realise what he would do to them. Its not that hard to guess.

"Oh yeah?" I asked, feeling a surge of confidence wash over me. Courage washed through me like a perfect surfer's wave. "You wouldn't lay a single finger on me." I whispered it, breathing the words on his lips and he pulled away, leaving me from his vice-like grip, making a poker face and he turned around, making me face his back. I felt myself relax.

He turned back around again and pointed his finger at me.

"You." He breathed out, his anger could be seen it. "are mine from now."

I daren't move, I daren't even breathe, I'm frozen to the spot. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. The hairs on my arms stand to attention, as a militia of chills march down my spine. The sentence echoed around me. I could feel my heart beat, every single pound in my chest.

You are mine from now.

You. Mine. Now.

You. Mine.

Mine.

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