Possession by Laila Ali (ink ebook reader TXT) 📖

"Huh?"

"To claim that your everything belongs to me,"

He took a step towards her closing the distance between them. She immediately stepped back.

"To claim that," he moved his thumb on her pink lips, "these are only mine to be kissed,"

He took one more step towards her and she took one step back.

"To claim that," he grazed his index finger leisurely on her forehead, "this should only think about me,"

He still moved towards her and she continued stepping back.

"To claim that," the back of his fingers caressed her chest, "this should only beat for me."

He once again stepped forward and she stepped back. Her eyes were widened, his words were utterly confusing and scaring her.

"To claim that," his hand went south and cupped her sex, "this should be only mine to fuck,"

Zahra jolted at her place. Her breath hitched when he touched her there. Her heartbeat quickened and she took short and shaky breaths. His words were doing things to her mind.

He took one more dangerous step towards her, signaling her to stay rooted to her spot but she moved back but the kitchen island behind her left no place for her escape.

He abruptly placed both his hands on her either side caging her between him and the kitchen island. He brought his lips close to her ear.

She could feel his minty breath on her ear shell. She was breathing heavily by now and her chest heaved up and down with anticipation and their closeness.

"And señorita I promise if you dare, fucking dare to betray me you will wish for death, but death will never come to you. I will make your state so miserable that you will live and die at every moment. Death itself will be a gift for you. You will cry in pain and misery but no one will listen to your pleads. I will inflict such pain on your body that you will kill yourself with your own bare hands. Your tiny, little fragile petite frame not in any way is capable to incur my wrath." He slowly and huskily whispered in her ear, letting each syllable sink and contrast with the depth and intensity he said those words.

He pulled back and slightly patted her cheek,

"So I suggest you never dare to be unfaithful to me, deceive me or cheat on me unless you have a death wish," he pulled off completely and left the kitchen leaving her shivering body behind.

His words held a promise in them which was haunting her. She stood there for good two minutes to confirm that he was gone. Her body was still shaking and her legs were wobbly. She could feel her cheeks getting wet. She knew she was crying but she was not crying out of her miserable state but due to fear. Out of that fear he has instilled in her. The fear that what if those words became reality.

Her senses came back and she unlocked herself, running back to her room. She entered her room laid on her bed and slept without thinking much.

There was dark all around. Cold darkness has spread around me. My throat was parched and my lips were dried. I looked around frantically here and there and all I could decipher was this room was vast. I want to see where was I but the darkness surrounding me wasn't allowing me to see anything. I felt that I'd gone blind because I knew my eyes were opened but I can't see anything.

My hands touched a soft fabric underneath me. I roamed my hands over it and found that it was the soft foam of the couch on which I was sitting. I stretched my arms and moved my hands frantically in the air to feel any clue. Suddenly, they came in contact with something metallic. I touched it thoroughly. It was a chain dangling in the middle of the air. My fingers began to walk on it to find the source of the chain.

The chain was wrapped around something as if on someone's skin or throat. I tried to figure out more but suddenly a candle blew in front of me. Its little fire illuminated the whole room. I moved my eyes and saw Daniyal holding the candle. He looked sad and depressed. A broken smile was spread on his lips.

The candlelight enabled me to look around and then I figured it out, the chain was wrapped around my throat. It was my skin, my throat on which the cold metal was tied up. I looked at him helplessly and he was looking at me helplessly. I was trying hard to open my mouth to scream for help but as if my lips were pasted with each other. I tried to open them but I couldn't say anything. Tears brimmed in my eyes and my toes curled with helplessness. I tried to stand up but my legs turned into rock and they weren't moving.

Daniyal's hand moved towards the hook of the chain and tightened its grip more around my throat. I couldn't breathe. My throttle was constricted. No air was going to my lungs. I tried to take big and deep breaths but no air was entering my body. I questioningly looked towards Daniyal. He was the man whom I loved then why he is taking my life?

My eyes roamed around here and there lunatically to seek help. And next thing I saw knocked the breath out of my lungs. His devilish grey eyes were boring into my brown ones. His large, very very large painting hung on the wall almost covering half of the wall. The other end of the chain was connected to it. As if he was holding the chain and Daniyal was tightening its grip around my throat.

I helplessly sat on the luxurious couch and my mouth opened and screamed,

"HELP!"

She woke up startled and took large breaths to gulp down the air as much as she can. Cold sweat was popping out of her forehead as she breathed heavily.

The sound of moazan calling for prayer hit her ear. It was fajar's time. The sky was resonating with the sound of azaan. It was still dark outside. The sun hasn't risen yet.