"Don't you think you should learn to keep that pretty mouth shut?" He says as he steps closer, making me step back.

"I will only if you resort to it first." I scoff and fall on the bed as he takes one more step so I scoot back to the headrest as fast as I can. He places his knee on the bed and bends down before grabbing my leg and pulling me down. He pins my hands above my head and leans until our nose touches.

"Are you missing the kiss already, baby girl?" His eyes gleam with lust as he trails my lower lip with his thumb.

"Only if you are ready to get your balls knee once again?" I mock and smirk proudly. Neither his grip tightens on my arm nor he grabs my chin harshly like he always did instead, he looks amused.

"You never fail to impress me with your words, baby." He says with his index finger trailing the sides of my forehead till it reaches under my chin. Our stare breaks as his face travels upward to land a soft kiss on my forehead.

"And you never fail to make me feel sick," I say in disgust.

He leaves my hand and gets up from the bed. "It's your mind that makes you feel sick, not me, baby girl." He winks, making me shoot him a glare.

"I can't find my phone anywhere. Get me my phone right now." I demand. Surprisingly he pulls out my phone from his pocket and holds it in front of me but as I'm about to take it he pulls it away.

"I'm not in the mood, Blake. I've to talk to my mom, I've never skipped calling her."

I promised her to call in my free time and already a day passed but I haven't talked to her. I'm sure she is panicking and by this time has already contacted the police. I just hope that her blood pressure didn't fluctuate. I'll kill him if she ends up going to the hospital because of the mess he created.

"But, you already talked to her." He says, making me jump out of the bed and frown at him.

"What do you mean by that?" I ask him in anticipation.

"I texted her yesterday with your phone that you are very tired and will talk to her today." He says as he plops down on the bed.

"Who gave you my phone's passcode?" I ask in disbelief. Only if Ella wasn't injured, I would have strangled this jerk to death.

"I know everything about you and your family." He says proudly as he places his right leg over his left thigh.

"I don't believe you," I say defiantly and cross my hands at my chest.

"I do, baby. Your mom owns a fashion designing company, your father owns a foreign export-import business and that's the reason why he has to stay overseas most of the time. Your sister, Rose, is in elementary school." He says, making me gape at his knowledge.

"You stalked me? You freaking stalker." I scream and hold his collar. Anger boils in me while his smirk never leaves his face. I try to seize my phone from his hands but he swirls his arm backward and in my attempt to get the phone, we both fall on the bed, with me over him. My hair covers his face and by the time he clears it, I snatch my phone from his hand and scramble to my feet to run to the main door. I struggle with the knob only to find it locked so I sprint towards the balcony and skim the grey chiffon curtains before sliding the wall-sized window.

"There's no escape baby girl." He says grabbing my hand and turning me around. My head bumps into his hard chest and his strong cologne fills my nostrils. I scrunch my nose and my face distorts as I prepare myself to sneeze while he looks at me in confusion. In a second, I sneeze and he leaves my hand and snatches back the phone from my hand while laughing as he cleans off my minute drops of saliva off his shirt.

"Bless you, baby."

"More blessings, please. I need more of them to get out of this house as soon as possible." My eyes reflect the desperation for freedom. He lifts me on his shoulder, my hairs fall, covering my face. I bang my fist on his back while squirming in his hold but he holds my legs tight. He smacks my butt which adds oil to the burning anger inside me. He walks towards the bed and places me down, or more like throws me on it.

"What the fu-"

"No cursing unless you want me to shut that mouth with a kiss." He cuts me off and shows my phone, mocking me.

"You have to make a choice. You ca-"

"Really? Do I even get to make choices here? That's surprising!" I try my best to make it sound funny while batting my eyelashes to piss him off and it looks like it worked out well as he looks annoyed. He walks over to me and clasps my hand, making me stand on my feet which wobble for a second but then stick to the floor firmly.

"Don't cut me off and-"

"I only did what you did to me a few minutes ago." I interrupt him once again which makes him clench his fist.

"Listen to me, baby. Don't you think I can do much worse than kissing you? The only reason why I'm not doing it is because I love you. But if you keep testing my patience and be a bad girl then I won't think a second before ripping your clothes off and taking your innocence." He says, grabbing my arm harshly and closing the distance between us. My heartbeat increases as my mind tries to interpret what he said just now.

"So, you love me?" Out of everything my mouth opens to ask this stupid question. Deep down I knew he liked me but he never confessed and now hearing that he loves me and not just like me, makes my breathing uneven.

Can't he do things as normal people do? Only if he approached me differently, I might have considered giving a chance. Then everything would have been different. Who knows? Maybe we would have walked the roads with intertwined hands, taken selfies, trusted each other with our lives, and most importantly had that spark of love. But no, he had to bring me here forcefully and confess his love, more like force his love on me. He is messed up and expects me to understand him while all he does is threaten me with either someone's life or my dignity. He is sick and nothing can justify his actions, not even his love. I don't care if he loves me a thousand times more than any other guy. I never asked for his love. All I want is to live a normal, peaceful life where he doesn't exist.

"Yes, I love you. And you will love me back. You don't get to make a choice in this. But you can choose between your mom and medical studies." His words confound me and I wait for a detailed explanation of what he meant by making a choice. He places his hands on my shoulder and looks me in the eye.

"Either you get to talk to your mom, or you will continue medical studies." He says and I still look at him baffled.

"Care to elaborate?" I ask, getting extremely annoyed.

"If you want to continue your studies then you'll never get to talk to your mom. And if you choose your mom then you will have to put an end to your studies." He tries to maintain his straight face but fails. His eyes soften for a second before turning cold once again.

"If I don't talk with my mom then the police will come searching for me. In the end, my choice won't do any good to you." I place my hands on my hips. My defense posture. If he thinks that I'll listen to him and obey his stupid orders then he is wrong.

"You don't know me, baby. All the police work under my dad. Nobody can take you away from me, neither this law nor anyone in this world." My shoulder feels light as he pulls away his strong hands and puts them in his pockets.

"What exactly are you?" I squint my eyes and wait for a reply but the room is filled with silence. He stares at me while I look at him in anticipation.

"You don't need to know that. Now make a choice, your mom or studies." He breaks the irking silence but now it feels silence was better than his words.

"I won't make such a stupid choice. You can't control my life. I'll talk to my mom and continue studying. You are no one to stop me. Do you get it?" I shriek with my fist clenching and my toes flex to the maximum. He dials my passcode and unlocks my phone and calls someone. He puts the phone on speaker and my legs feel like jelly as her voice reaches my ear.

"Honey, how are you?" Her voice brings tears to my eyes. Her beautiful voice sounds so soothing, so caring. The voice I'm craving for so badly. The voice which makes me forget all my worries, one of the voices which I love the most in this world. My world, my life, my happiness, my idol, the one and only my Mom. I open my mouth to speak but he disconnects the call. Tears spill through my eyes and my legs give away, making me fall to the ground.

"Now make a choice. Either her or your studies. Try acting stubborn one more time and I'll not give you one more chance to choose." He crouches beside me and tugs a strand of hair behind my ear.

"I hope you die by my hands. I hope someone you love dearly will be taken away from you. I hope you suffer and regret till you die. I hate you so much, Blake Williams." I scream on top of my lungs and hold him by his collar.

"Make a wise choice, baby girl." He says ignoring my words.

I love my mom but it is my childhood dream to be a doctor. I went through so much to get into a medical university. And now he wants me to choose between them. How can he be so ruthless? I despise him to the moon and back. I hope he also has to make such a choice in his life like me. The choice where sacrifice is a must. The choice where you are bound to leave a part of your life you devoted to.

"So you chose studies, right?" He says, bringing me out of my thoughts.

"N-no, Mom," I utter, and with that, all my years of struggle to become a doctor goes into vain. But I'll get out of this house at any cost and become a doctor later. I won't give up on my dreams just because he wants me to. I'll kill him with my own hands one day. I'll get my peaceful life back. Even if he prisons me here for the next five years I'll never love him and will still think of ways to escape him. He can never break me, never make me submit to him.

"Good choice, baby girl." He says stroking my hair gently which doesn't feel gentle at all. His stare pains my eyes, his touch burns my skin and his words rip my eardrum.

He is like a fire that is killing my faith in humanity, the fire that is burning me with anger, the fire that is slowly drying up my emotions.

But I won't let him burn my soul. I'll douse him like water. The water that knows to stay calm but is also capable of turning into a dangerous storm. I'll be calm like that water and one day bring a deadly storm in his life, the storm which will take away what he loves the most, the storm which will make him disappear from this world where beings like him are not needed. And when that happens he will regret bringing me into his life.

He will understand that fire and water were never meant to be with each other and If they dare to go against the law of nature then one of them is bound to die. I'll make sure he screams and asks for forgiveness and will beg me to hear him for once.

"I've some work. I'll ask someone to bring you the food." He says and helps me to sit on the bed. I look at him as he walks towards the main door. He waves me a bye before closing the door, locking me inside.

You made me make a choice today, Blake Williams, and I'll make sure to bring doom in your life for making a choice to bring me into your world.

Welcome to Inception of Doom, Blake William.

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A/N:

So, I hope now you got the idea as what is this story about.
But it's too early to guess it guys, coz the main plot twist is yet to come.
Let's see how Melissa will turn Blake's life into hell.
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Next update might get delayed as I'm not well since many days but I'll try to post it on 10th September, 2021.

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