I hate keeping her underground in the cell. I love her so much. I gave her everything. HOW DARE SHE LEAVE ME? she is my wife. My other half. 
I know she is afraid but i love killing. I love the sight when my enemy's body drain out of blood. and did everything to keep all this away from her, hidden. she is too kind to understand this.
Yet, she saw me killing my own "so called brother". she didn't even gave me a chance to explain myself. 

She is still unconscious. I found her and brought her here. GOD, I missed her, i missed her soft skin, her hazel eyes, her long brown hairs, her smile. But she left me.
"wake up." i shouted pouring water on her. she opened her eyes. she is observing where she is. Cell is dark and damp, she can't see me. 

"I missed you, My love." I stepped towards her. Her eyes widened in shock. She can't move. her hands are tied above her head and legs secured in chains. 

I pulled her cheeks and made my way down. she still don't know that she is naked. I noticed my marks are gone. I marked her everyday leaving red marks on her skin. But now, she doesn't have one. This makes me angry. she frowned.

"what shall I do with you?" I said picking up the whip from the ground. Tears roll down her eyes after looking at the glass pieces on the end of whip. it is meant to cut the skin.

"P-p-please" she said shivering. 
"Don't worry, I will go gentle on you." i said pinching her nipple. "afterall, I still have to mark you." i completed.

"No" she whispered. horrors visible in her eyes. 
"Don't do this please, I will tell you everything. Give me a chance. please " she said struggling hard to break free.
I smiled.

"You need to learn my love. For your own good. Just few days, let me purify you, let me mark you." I said chuckling. I hate to see her this horrified. I need to teach her.

"MINE"

Mine - Her Hazel Eyes Under My Possession

My dreams revolve around the confession of that girl. Playing her confession again and again, even in dreams. 


Yeah dreams, I constantly was woken up due to dreams of her. 


At last I decided to get up, it was still dark outside, I looked for clock on nightstand but it was not there, so I got up from the bed. Jack was facing the other side, sleeping soundly. 


The clock hanging above the couches reads, 03:21 am. I sigh and sat on the couch. My mind again wander to the girl, the cell, the rape, the fear, the pain, loneliness, starvation, dirt and what not. 


I am lucky. I have got so many protective males. Papa, he would do anything to protect me, I remember him beating the shit out of my bully when I was in primary school. 


Aarav, he has always protect me. From my smallest insecurities to my phobia, he was always there. Convincing papa for school and college trips to helping me sneak out of the house, he was there. 


Anger issues (jack's lashout)