As you shifted slightly away from the pillar, you cast a questioning glance Tom's way.

"Fun?—don't think I won't put up a fight if fun means anything sexual."

"Yes, you've shown you're quite a fighter, I'll know to expect it next time" he grins, before gazing at you curiously "But tell me, does this mean you no longer desire me?"

"Are you kidding me?" you ask incredulously, "you shoved me in a cage, tormented me, and now you have me tied up in chains surrounded by weapons—no I do not desire you"

Tom's eyes furrowed in displeasure at your response. But before you could revel in his displeased look, he'd already dived towards you and forcefully pushed you back against the pillar. You splutter and cough at the sudden winding pain, and now breathe in deeply to try and catch your breath.

As his hands firmly grasped your waist, you scream in his face, "Stop fucking pushing me!"

Completely irate, you pry his hands from your body and furiously shove them away. He stood firmly in front of you as a blazing inferno raged inside him, bitter that you had so angrily discarded his hands.

"I didn't ever want to bring you here!—you never needed to be here" he shouted, breathing heavy. But quickly took a breath to calm his temper "You're the only one in this town not deserving of punishments. Nothing about you needed to change and that's unusual Darling" his tone now softer, "I've never found someone who never needed some adjustments"

His ramblings made no sense, but you still listened to him with piqued interest.

"I had no reason to make you attend church, as you didn't need to be guided like the rest of the flock. Yet I couldn't stop trying to get you to come" he looked at you sweetly, "Although you haven't made it easy, it has been an arduous task, no amount of coercion could get you to come. I couldn't control you, or sway your thoughts" he now furrowed his brow, as though still puzzled by that fact. "You're really unlike any other, and thus, I had to use others in my bid. I sent Agnes to you many times in hopes she would convince you to attend, but you never submitted. I intentionally bumped into you many times, making you believe it was a coincidence, yet it was always planned darling" he smiled fondly at you, remembering the times his heart would flutter at seeing you in public, "I fought it, I really did"

"You fought what?" you bark, confused.

"I fought a great battle Kitten, a war with my emotions—with my desires" he said before sighing, "I found myself constantly thinking of you, completely and irrevocably consumed by you" he paused before lowering his tone to a whisper "and I hated it"

You couldn't help but feel a little stung by the last part of his speech. He didn't want to like you, but he felt compelled in some way.

"Is that why you brought me here, to hurt me because I make you feel emotions?"

"You truly think I brought you here to hurt you?" he sent a troubled gaze your way as he asked. He sighed when you looked at him unsure, and now you were even more bewildered.

"I berated my mind for wanting you. But that's because I've never felt this way. I've always been led to believe others when they said it was impossible for me to feel emotion. So it startled me when I did, in fact, begin to feel these intense feelings for you. And I couldn't turn them off no matter how hard I tried," he said exasperated, "I shouldn't be able to feel anything, especially towards someone like you" he said aloud, seeming questioning his own words.

"Someone like me?" you query, raising a brow.

"A simple mortal, of Midgard"

Oh, here he goes, back to this 'I'm a god' business.

"I was almost ready to give up and move on from this town but the arms of mercy intervened and sent a sign for me to stay— you came to me"

You continue to listen to his amusing yet engrossing tale, transfixed by the way he almost romanticised your kidnapping.

"I tried to calm your sexual deviances, and with it calm my own desire. But then you turned up, sitting in the confessional booth. Even then I still tried to fight my emotions, still prepared to walk away. But I could smell your arousal as you touched yourself, you wanted me, and desperately craved me!" he grinned, taking a pause to stare at you lustfully as you listen to him intently. "I told you to leave but you continued trying to seduce me and then hearing you moan was the last straw, how could I possibly allow you to exit after that" he looked at you as though beseeching an answer. "No darling girl, I couldn't send you away and I simply couldn't deny you any longer. Because how can you be wrong for me, when you feel so right?" he furrowed his brows, pondering his own question before smiling wide. "So Kitten, you brought this on yourself. You asked for me, wanted me and now you'll get me"

Tom suddenly shoved his body against yours, pushing his cock—which was straining against his pants—into you. You tried to push him off by putting your hands on his chest, but he was too powerful.

"Tom, get off of me!" you yell while resisting with all your strength.

"Not until you admit you still desire me"

"I don't and I won't!"

He chuckled as he playfully thwarted your valiant effort to fight him. But as soon as he saw genuine tears of rage in your eyes he relented. He gently took hold of your shackled wrists and held them tenderly.

He shifted his weight away from you, leaving a wide enough space for you to feel less constricted. He looks deep into your eyes and whispers, "Tell me you want me." his eyes seemed to be searching in the very depths of them, for the genuine truth.

Frustrated that your eyes didn't convey any form of of an answer, he begins to become agitated and his conflicted feelings were only made worse by your silence.

"Tell me!" he cries, his face awash with emotion.

He physically appeared wounded that you aren't lusting after him as you once did, and you nearly feel sorry for him.

But you were unable to give in. You thought all he wanted was for you to idolise him, adore him, and submit to his will like the rest of the community. He may have them fooled into believing he's a god but you're not so gullible. You won't be controlled, not by him or anyone.

"I don't want you!" you shout. "How can I? Especially after your cruelty. Leaving me locked in a cage—alone in the dark!" you scoff "and after that you expect me to believe that you feel something for me!"

Tom appeared to be trying to comprehend your viewpoint as he listened to you speak. Returning to a more composed self.

"I've been watching you" he whispered. "I've watched you for a while now" he admits. "You walk to work in the morning only after the sun comes up, making sure you leave every light on even though you're not there. You leave your bookshop before it gets dark outside, and you take a torch from your bag as you near home incase the light inside has somehow switched off. You keep candles, and torches in every bedside table and every drawer—you allow your fear to control you" he sighed, feeling sorry for you.

"So that's how you know my fear, you've been stalking me" you scoff aloud, "why am I not surprised" you continue to glare at him.

"I hated seeing it consume you. Enough is enough darling. You can't truly live when something grips your mind, freezes your body and torments your soul. Set yourself free from that hell! Can't you understand why I did what I did. I needed to help you!"

You're angry that he's been watching you and pissed that he took it upon himself to throw you in the deep end.

"I don't need you to help me! and I didn't ask for your help" you yell, angry tears rolling "I will never give myself to you—I refuse to worship you and I will never love you!"

You anticipated that he would erupt in rage and retaliate against you but he only grinned. Affirming how erratic and unstable his mood was.

"Love?" he repeats with a smile "strange how you mention love, when I never said anything about it, but here you are, love has escaped your lips." he grins sounding pleased. "Has love been in your thoughts previously I wonder. Maybe in your heart already?" he continues grinning wide, his face a picture of smugness.

"What?...No!... I said I will never love you. I—I.."

You struggle to put a sentence together as you stammer and mumble your words.

Why does he twist my words! I don't love him, I may have been slightly obsessed and thought of him every day. But that was not love, that was .. I don't no what it was but it was'nt love.

As he continued to admire you in deep thought, his smile became wider. He drew nearer, and slowly raised both of your shackled arms, and rested them on his shoulders.

His hands reappear around your waist, holding them more carefully this time. He closes the space between you entirely, and his chest gently brushes against your breasts.

You're in a lovers embrace, and you find yourself lost on what to do next.

"Do you really think I planned on torturing you Kitten?

You looked at him dubious of his motives. It did cross your mind that perhaps he didn't want to hurt you, but that niggling feeling of doubt pushed through— what if he was just toying with your emotions?

Why else would he take me to such a secret room filled with weapons if it wasn't to cause pain?

"Yes, you brought me here because you wanted to hurt me" you say, not entirely believing your answer.

"Sometimes hurt can be nice, to have pain followed by pleasure or simply painful pleasure. You know full well what I talk about, you've fantasized about me spanking you, biting you, and dominating you. Is that not painful pleasure?"

How the heck does he know all this?

He moved his lips towards your ear.."Because I am a God" he whispers.

Your cheek lightly touched his skin as you tilted your head in his direction. Your lips were so close to touching his, that you inhale his hot breath, and now his breathing quickens as the intimacy thickens the air.

"Will you allow me a kiss?"

Allow? Is he really asking for permission or testing me?

He's just been domineering and cruel, and now he wants your permission to kiss you, your mind whirled with conflicting thoughts.

The butterflies are back, but this time it feels like they're having a rave in your stomach. Your heart begins to beat rapidly again as a warmth spreads through you.

What is wrong with me, he shouldn't be making me feel this way. Is this his game? Making me weak at the knees for him, just so he can control me. How many other women in town has he done this to?

You stand your ground, you're still unsure if this is a ploy and another way to torment you.

"No, I don't give you permission to kiss me" you say sternly while giving him a serious look.

He moved his head away from your lips and smiled in response.

"Ah, playing hard to get are we, well, there is nothing wrong in a little cat and mouse role play. I'll enjoy the challenge of making you weak in the knees. so weak, you'll flutter towards me, just like those butterflies in your belly"

How the fuck does he know I have butterflies in my belly...why am I still so surprised when he repeats or answers my thoughts.

"You know this mind reading is getting old, great trick by the way, what are you a psychic?"

"I AM A GOD!" he yelled aloud "how many times do I have to repeat myself" he said exasperated, "That too is getting old"

You rolled your eyes, still in disbelief that he would think you'd believe such nonsense. But you felt playful. You suddenly had a thought, and a sly grin sprang on your face.

"Well, if you're a god, prove it...darling" you mock,  feeling brave, and possibly a bit foolhardy.