50. 🌶️🔥🌶️Branding a Cattle🌶️🔥🌶️

I look outside the glass window, it is as dark as his ominous name. *Black.*
A chill crawls down my spine, knowing it is night. A time when he changes into something dark, something more sinister and disturbingly unpredictable.
*A time to fill his insatiable lust.*
My heart drops all the way to my stomach and stutters a faint beat as I realise Dakota is back and he is coming for me. To rip me apart and play with my used body for his revenge games.
*It is that time of the night!*
A tremble runs through me as my body remembers his volatile force with which he bent me and stole every inch of my innocence.
I instantly lay back on the bed and tighten the blanket around my naked body, wishing I could blend into the sheets and disappear.
The familiar sound of his footsteps fill the otherwise quiet house, growing louder and closer, like an oncoming storm.
My whole body shivers in fear thinking what he will do to me tonight. I can’t let him know that I am awake. He already robbed me of my grace, my dignity, and my innocence.
I don’t know what he is coming to snatch away next. *Brutally.*
The sound of steps gets louder and tears spill out of my eyes in the anticipation of how cruelly he is going to abuse my body again.
I take a shaky breath, filling my lungs with terror as I hear him stop right outside my room. My heart slows down and my breath comes in short, shallow gasps. A deafening silence resonates in my ears, like something menacing is going to happen.
* *Click* *
A soft creak echoes through the room and my body freeze. I know this sound. It is the sound of my bedroom door. Fear wraps around me like a thick blanket as I feel his dark presence enter in the room.
I swallow my tears, and try to calm the wild pounding of my heart.
*I am so scared.*
*I am shit scared of him.*
This man would torture me daily with his brutality, even kill me , then also he won’t be satisfied. He would continue to torment my corpse for the sake of his revenge.
I shut my eyes close, pretending to be deep in sleep, wishing desperately that I could actually drift off.
* *Click* *
Another sound filters through the thick silence, closing of the door. A beat thuds against my ribs, like a loud drum in the quiet. I dare not to move or even breathe as if he might hear me.
I hear the heavy thump of his shoes, which matches with the panicking thrust in my chest. I can feel his immense dark shadow overtaking every corner of the room as he walks towards the bed.
*Towards me.*
Suddenly, the bed dips behind me, and I stop breathing. I do not need to know that he lay behind me as I can feel his brutal scent oozing from him like a warning.
Tears pool out of me and I bite my lips hard, trying to suppress any sound from me while I pretend to be asleep.
*I don’t want him to touch me. I don’t want him to know I am awake.*
My heart leaps to my throat as I feel my hair moving behind my neck slowly. A shiver runs down my spine as I feel a hot breath on my nape, followed by a deep voice in my ear.
“Emarah.”
I stop breathing. A strong pungent scent of alcohol drifts off him in waves, confirming my worst fear.
*He is drunk.*
Fear grips me as a hand wraps around my naked waist, pulling me into him possessively. Panic overtakes my senses as I am forced to relive the horrifying memories he imprinted on my flesh. Only to realize he is going to do it all over again, more ruthlessly.
*‘My personal whore.’*
Flashes of his brutality plays in my head and a sob crawls up my throat. I close my teary eyes tightly as he buries his face into the cavity of my neck and inhales deeply.
“I misssed youh.”
Dakota’s husky voice finds my ear and my eyes snap open in surprise. My chest tightens as if my heart has forgotten how to beat.
“I misssed youh so muchh.” He whispers again, with a deep longing voice that seems to ring through my empty soul, filling me entirely with his yearning voice.
I breathe heavily, feeling the heat radiating from his hard body as he hugs me from behind, like a child hugging its favorite toy after a long day.
“Youh are sooo… softh.” His hot breath tickles my ear while his cool fingers make gentle patterns on my stomach.
I remain still, frozen in the act of sleeping and battling with my instinct who tells me to bolt out of the bed and run away with screams.
“I am a bit-h druunk righth now.. And I want to feel youh.”
My heart races as he murmurs with heavy intoxication, while his fingers aimlessly trace the curve of my body and stop at my hips.
“I want youh so badly right now.”
My heart drops all the way to my stomach and stutters to beat. Tears escape from my eyes as I hold my breath, struggling to not squeak any noise.
I am scared. I am scared of what this man could do. I am scared that I can’t stop him or his violent desires to take whatever is left in me.
I shut my eyes and silently cry, begging the gods above to let me go, just for one night. *Please.*
“I want to.. kish youh.” Dakota whispers, the alcohol making his words heavy and slow. “I want to touchh you and hold youh tight…ly.” His breath fans my neck as he mumbles under the impression that I am sleeping.
Despite the fear coursing through me, I feel my stomach flutter at his words like butterflies. A stark contrast to anxiety I have been feeling since his arrival.
“I want to sleep with youh.”