How does it feel?

CHIARA

"How does it feel to get treated like that?" He asked, pacing the room with deliberate and malevolent steps. A sinister glare as he looked at me, and no emotion was traced in his tone.

"What are you talking about?" I gripped the sheets.

"Well, I was sent to be here for you, but then I changed my mind. You were treating me like a little pussy out there, so I thought... how about I show you what I can do?" He said.

"You—were—paid to be here." I was struggling to breathe. Not again, please!

"Exactly. I was paid to help you carry out your stupid little mission, and not to be treated like a peasant. You dirty whore!" he shouted at me. "The medicine in your drink was not supposed to work so fast. I guess I overdosed." He shrugged, "But then, you helped me out by drowning yourself."

I opened my mouth to shout. "Uh-Uh, don't even waste the little energy that you have left on you. Nobody would hear you. Nobody will come here. Everybody is busy partying out there. Isn't that just perfect?" He said, giggling.

"Wha—are you going to—me?" My body forced me to lie back. Energy was running out of my body at such a fast rate.

I wasn't scared of dying. I'd killed many to know that someday that would be my fate as well. I was angry to die in this pathetic manner. By the hands of a pathetic barstard.

"I will take you to the moon tonight, sweetheart." He unbuckled his belt and threw it down. His eyes were nothing like the man who entered the room just a moment ago. He looked soulless and empty.

Tears welled in my eyes. "Don't—do this," I fought to move to the other end of the bed as he came for me.

"Come on now. You're going to enjoy it." He pulled my leg, and I used the energy I had left to kick him in the face. "Fuck!" He held onto his nose, his face becoming red and his eyes glistening. He grabbed my ankle and flipped me over. A slap echoed in the room as it connected with my cheek. My face was stinging, my ears rang, and I could only see stars.

"You fucking whore! I'm gonna do you until you don't recognize yourself tonight!" He ripped the covers from my body, then the little soaked fabrics that were covering me followed, leaving me stark naked.

"No! No!" I thrashed, sobbing with my cracked voice. "Shut the fuck up!" He hovered on top of me, locking any movement that I managed to make. "Don't do this, please." I pleaded.

"Shut your fucking mouth, you whore!" He slapped me again, then his five digits wrapped around my neck, pressing hard. "You asked for this. And look how beautiful you are." He whispered in my ear.

My body stilled, and my breath was caught in between his hands, choking me. Dark spots danced in my vision until there was nothing I could see.