~The Deepest Fear.~

"If you call this living then I died long ago," ~Shravya

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Silently, the door opened and Zaid slowly slipped in. His eyes longingly looked around the room until his gazes stopped at her frail body. She was sitting beside the window, with sheets wrapped around her petite foam.

By the language of her body, she seemed too relaxed as if she didn't sense his presence.

Gradually, he walked further and noticed the cadence of her shallow breaths and her closed eyelids as her head stayed rested upon the look-through glass of the window.

She is sleeping.

Zaid smiled warmly, pulling his suit jacket off. He was still in his suit because he arrived only a few hours ago and came straight to see her.

Throwing the coat on the bed, he moved closer to her.

In the semi-dark room, the ambiance around him gave off an eerie feeling as he scrutinized her face, his coal-black orbs looking similar to the eyes of a predator, who was about to pounce on its unsuspecting and innocuous prey.

Even as he stood next to her, she did not respond, seemingly asleep with her guards down. The light coming from the table lamp, gave her a golden and slightly dull complexion as her breathings turned out to be well-proportioned.

His hands itched to touch her while his eyes stared longingly at her face.

Her thick eyelashes cast a faint shadow on the lower eyelid.

Her lips seemed so soft, delicate, and luscious, he inwardly sought to devour them with his own as his fingertips lightly caressed her cheekbones, looking closely he could see a few freckles faintly visible on her cheeks.

With her long hair tied in a messy braid, some of her strands were sticking to her neck, which was condensed with visible sweat beads.

Deliberately, tucking her brown locks behind her ear, he knelt before her and leaned his head, deeply inhaling her fragrance.

"Sona, wake up," he whispered in her ear before gently pecking on the corner of her mouth but soon making his lips meet hers.

When her parted lips did not let out any response of protest, he unscrupulously stretched out his tongue, caressing her lower lip as his mouth trailed down to her slender neck. But before he could go any further, suddenly, there was a light push on his chest and he halted, glancing up, at her.

With horror stuck face and wide eyes, Shravya stared at him, her lips partying in disbelief and shock as she wholly pressed her back against the wall, wanting that inanimate thing to swallow her completely and entirely away from him.

Slightly covering back, he sat in front of her, a few inches away. "Did you have your dinner?"

Pulling her knees closer to her chest, Shravya avoid looking at him and remained silent.

The situation was proceeding at an unprecedented pace, and she didn't know if lying or telling the truth would be the best course of action.

Seeing her closed lips, he waved his hand dismissively. "I asked you something. Will you answer or do I have to repeat myself?"

"I didn't have any appetite." Her gazes cut through the chilly air to bore into his dark yet stunningly beautiful coal-black orbs as he level-headedly held her gaze for a couple of moments before finally getting to the point.

"Things won't work this way. You're not allowed to skip your meals and if you did...." His words trailed off, his gaze flitting towards her pale neck, which now had a small red blemish because of the intensity, a few moments ago, his lips had on her fragile skin.

A blooming smile tucked at his thin lips before he slowly ran his tongue over them as the amusement sparkled in his deep and dark eyes. "Then I won't let such insolent act go easily. There were will be consequences."

Consequences?

Consequences!

Out of a sudden, a shiver glided down her spine. Her thoughts seemed to fly out as her mind sank deep into the caravan.

Shravya pulled on her dress uneasily and again looked up at him.

'It can't happen.'

'Not again!'

Her eyes narrowed as she moved her bare feet to the floor and walked over to the couch, all the while feeling his eyes digging holes in her back.

Deliberately approaching the couch, she pulled out a knife, which looked quite sharp much to Zaid's displeasure.

Folding his arms against his chest, he stood up to his feet and leaned his back against the wall.

"What's that for?" he simply asked, slightly tilting his head.

"I'm not your slave. You...you..." She closed her eyes instead and swallowed the words that threatened to escape from her mouth.

'No!'

'Now, there is no turning back.'

The voice inside her mind spoke.

Her eyes opened again, furiously glaring at him as she put the knife on her wrist. "You can't force me." Her fingers tightened along with her hold around the knife.

Cautiously taking a step forward, he pointed his finger at the knife and smirked as if he found her amusing. "Put it down, sona. That thing isn't a toy."

"I'm not playing either!" She yelled, mustering her voice to be firmer. "Don't force me otherwise, I will kill myself!"

"What did you say? Repeat that." The moment a frown graced his manly features, she grew anxious and tensed, feeling as if her body would faint any second.

However, even after seeing her emotions drifting to their edges, he didn't stop moving, his steps in her direction were surprisingly reluctant and very quiet.

Whimpering softly, she made a slight cut on her wrist and it was enough for Zaid to snatch the knife from her.

The terror in her eyes grew more as she stared at the knife in his hand. Her consciousness became blank for a moment as he glared at her and held her wrist in a tight grip.

Abruptly, a sob left her mouth and she finally reacted, twisting her wrist in his grasp.

Her mind was still a bit sluggish as she could not seem to remember what she was doing as if she was tossed under a spell when he stared at her, this time not with predictable lust but with unpredictable anger in his eyes, making her taste fear.

Her deepest fear.

It was a taste that scared her and made her soul tremble.

She vigilantly tried to step back but suddenly, he tucked her towards himself, leaving no space between them as he leaned to face her.

His face was rigid and cold, void of any emotion which brought her breathings to become hazardous as if she was drowning.

Although her rationality appeared to be alive still her mind seemed to become chaotic because of anxiety and fear, compelling her to struggle wildly, which resulted in the rise of his anger level. "Enough!"

Suddenly, her body was pressed against the couch as he hovered over her and held her waist, forcing her to lay straight on the couch.

"You can't kill yourself. You can't leave me," he mumbled. "You heard me! You can't leave me." His hand reached out and grabbed her right leg.

Her breaths hitched seeing his hand crawling to her thigh. Blood drained from her face, making her appear almost like a dead body.

She gulped painfully as if she was trying to gulp down her soul as well, to hide in a place somewhere away from him, even if it was a small broken place inside her own body.

"Please. Don't do this!" She screamed but in her mind, nothing seemed to come out of her mouth. She was gasping like a goldfish, with no sound coming out of her mouth.

"No...Stop!" She screamed again but yet again her words turned out to be muted.

Sweat beads begin forming on her forehead. She tried to crawl back but he pulled her leg and hovered over her.

"Patient. I was trying to stay patient with you but you ruined everything," he softly murmured in a voice that was drowsy and heavy with desires.

Hooking her arms above her head, his hand pry her legs apart and wedged his body in between, impeding her from closing them.

"Sona, it's too late to act regretful now." He chuckled, discerning her trembling shoulders and lips.

"Everything lasts only to some limits. You should have never crossed the boundaries of my forbearance," he whispered intensely, his lips touching her cheeks as if he was just about to release a dark appetite.

"I told you there will be consequences for every unacceptable act, so now, would you like to see the consequences of your recent brave stunt?" he purred in her ear and she closed her eyes in shame.

The more he was drifting closer to her the more she was trembling in panic.

She was hating herself for being this much scared of him but what she could even do. The horrifying things he did to her were indescribable and she was scared to go through them again.

"Answer, Sona. Would you like to see the outcomes?" He asked, his coal-black eyes gleaming dangerously.

Shuddering, she hastily shook her head while her eyes stayed tightly shut. Her breathings were becoming irregular and she knew if that kept going she will have a panic attack.

"Seeing your disobedience is fun but I love your obedience," the mocking was clear in his voice when suddenly, he lowered his head and kissed her slender neck, slowly placing kisses from the nape of her neck to her collarbone.

The feeling of his lips and tongue on her skin made her body shudder in fright.

Her struggle turned wild and she thrashed her legs recklessly as he inhaled roughly and sucked greedily at her skin, leaving behind a trail of red blemishes.

Suddenly, an alarming moan left her mouth and her head was forced to jerk upwards when the tips of his fingers made contact with the soft texture of her underwear, slowly caressing her delicate and most intimate part that stayed hidden behind the cotton garment.

At that moment, whatever she felt, was everything she didn't want to feel.

Her head was spinning, her vision was blurry with tears, and her breaths were ragged. Her heart was racing as if it was also trying to escape from him; the sole reason for her grief.

She opened her mouth to speak but nothing dared come out as her body shivered awfully, leaving her senses numb, unable to process anything.

'No!'

It was then, suddenly, her frame shuddered as the once distant abyss came to swallow her.

She tried to hold her ground, fighting that erupting enthusiasm that occurred to possess her mind as all the while a familiar force happened to firmly spread through her, making her resolve quivered as she surrendered.

She almost lost her breath, her lips quietly partying apart to steal some air to breathe as she felt the feeling of being sucked down endlessly, inching deeper into the cascade and refusing to swim to the surface.

It was like drowning, without any hope to survive.

Darkness surrounded her and she felt the familiar vulnerability devouring her when his hands held her aggressively, not allowing her to move even after knowing that she was not trying to move, not anymore.

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