He wanted to keep me!

I thought I had it bad, that this was the deepest pit of Hell that I would ever be **** to endure. Time would prove me right soon enough.

One day after I'd been used and abused in his predictable way, the bitter and salty taste of the load he just **** me to swallow and the red hot burning hand imprints he'd left on my cheeks still made me cringe inside... He dropped the bomb on me.

"My Kiyomi... I couldn't sleep because of you."

"Ever since the first day I saw you at the university, I've been dreaming of you"

"And I've fantasized about inflict pain on your body... experimenting on that smooth body, marking your skin and inflicting such delicious torments on you"

Whether it was his tone of voice or it was the impromptu 'breakfast' he had just **** fed me, that made me feel sick to my stomach, I'm still uncertain.

"I don't ever want to let go of you, I even changed my specialty from technology to medicine just to be with you'' he knelt down and grasped one of my hands in his. Stroking the back of my hand with his thumb in a loving manner, his dark brown eyes fixed indelibly on mine, making me want to cringe away from him.

"I thought I could be professional and distance myself from you emotionally, but I just have to have you!" That horny - teenager look was back in his eyes, and caused a shudder to crawl up my spine as my mounting terror urged me to scream. He had wanted me for so long... And now he had me, I keenly recalled past events and episodes, but now I saw them from a different perspective - he'd been coming on to me, and I hadn't even given him the time of day to realize it.

It wasn't pity, or regret I felt, he was and had always been a creep. ?. No, it was the fear. Knowing his motivation was fuelled by being spurned,made him all the more dangerous.