Possession by KATHLEEN HAYAT (best fiction novels TXT) 📖

The arms around her were strong as she stilled. Her hands were around the person's neck and it surely was a male.

Her eyes widened realising their positions as she immediately tried to get out of the grip but the person only tightened it, jerking her frail body towards himself, making cold shudders pass through her body.

Her hands that were around his neck came between their bodies to create a distance as she tried to shove at his chest but he didn't budge. The person was pure, solid or more like a wall.

She couldn't see his face. It was dark all around and this thing terrified her more that this man is in the girls restroom.

"Let go!" She said while wriggling in his arms and just like that he let her go, as she  fell on the floor.

She groaned out in pain as her butt hurts a lot. "As you say lady." Deep husky voice spoke, making chills run down her spine as she immediately grabbed her bag and stood up.

She faced where the voice came from as she glared in the dark. "What are you doing in the ladies restroom?" The girl inquired angrily, trying to be strong.

A deep chuckle came from above her head making her take a step back. This man was tall, way too tall.

"One curvy small thing you are." His words felt like an ice was thrown over her form as she took another step back. The mere thought her body touched his, sent disgusted feelings in her stomach.

Bloody Pervert!

She thought but didn't let her thoughts come on her tongue. She didn't want to die yet. She decided it was better to leave from here instead of reasoning and asking questions why he came into the ladies room.

As she turned to leave, her wrist was taken in a steel grip and the girl was yanked towards a hard wall, that was his chest and the next thing, he slammed her hard on the wall, almost making the breath to knock out of her lungs.

His hands slammed on each side of her head and he came deadly close making bitter tears to form in her eyes. She was scared now. Way too scared. This is the farthest she had come closer to a male.

"M-move!" She stuttered in a broken voice earning a chuckle in response.

"Why should I?" He asked, amused. This whole thing is assuming to him and here he's invading her privacy. Anger surged in her form as she pushed him hard. It took him off guard as he stumbled back.

She took it as an advantage as she made a dash towards the door but the man was faster. When the door was half opened, he slammed it shut, turned her around harshly, her back on the door.

His large calloused hand, holding her jaw in his fingers painfully and the next thing, his lips came crashing down on hers making her eyes widened.

His lips were bruising hers in a rough kiss. Tears of despair escaped her eyes as her tiny fists landed on his chest and shoulders to push him away. But he won't budge.

Trimmed beard trickled her chin as she kept her lips closed in a thin line. When he nibbled at her bottom lip, she buckled her knee up and hit him hard, where the sun doesn't shine.

He abruptly crouched down holding his neither region as he groaned and then cursed. "FUCK!"

Isabelle didn't stop there. She grasped his hair harshly and then hit her knee on his face hard, almost breaking his nose and he fell back on the floor, holding his face and groin as he growled out. "YOU FUCKING BITCH!"

Isabelle didn't wait for a split second as she abruptly picked up her bag and made a run out of the door. On cue the lights turned on but she didn't stop. She was running like a crazed girl with tears pouring out of her eyes. She collided with someone who was none other than the receptionist.

"Miss, you can come for the interview, sir is here." The receptionist was speaking but Isabelle didn't pay any heed to her as she ran out of the restaurant. Within a few minutes she was back at her place and in her room, crying her heart out.

She couldn't believe what just happened to her. She got harassed and she didn't even know who that person was. She wanted to kill him. His touch felt like insects were roaming on her form.

Once home. She immediately got rid of her clothes and stood under the shower. Letting cold water to clean her but it wasn't working as she rubbed her lips raw and hard but the touch was there.

That bastard took her first kiss and she cried more.

"Fucking bastard. I hope you die, rascal!" She beseeched angrily in the restroom letting her anger loose to get it out of her system.

She stayed under shower for the longest of times, until her lips started to turn blue. She wrapped a towel around her form and stared at herself in the mirror.

Her lips were swollen and nail marks were on her cheeks where he dug his fingers. "I hope you rot in hell bastard!" She spoke angrily as she wiped her tears and gathered herself up.

She changed into a comfy loose shirt and pyjamas. Ava and Axel will be at home soon, she thought as she started making lunch for them.

Now she lost the job without even getting it. She had to look for a new one.

She called her only friend Emma. "Hey Em." She spoke softly.

"I'm fine. I wanted to talk about that janitor job, you told me about. Is it still available?" Isabelle asked softly as her friend Emma understood that there's something wrong.

"It’s available Isa but there's a problem." Said Emma from the other side, making Isabelle frown.

"And that is?" Isabelle asked.