HER HEARTLESS MONSTER : CHAPTER 161 – 170
“Not even death can take you away from me, I’ll rearrange death’s teeth.” He glared, lethal possessiveness crowning his words.
The world seemed to pause for a millennium, and Twilight sniffled as their eyes bored hard into each other.
It was so intense, and her breathing got disrupted when her heart suddenly leapt, beating so fast.
She had to hold her chest so tight with her hand, pulling at the sweater and bunching it in her palm.
She looked away from his magicay eyes, and the fast rhythm still continued.
What’s…what’s happening?
Why is her heart behaving this way?
Slade gave her an hand, and she held it. He pulled her up, and she gasped when their chests met in a slam.
“Kils…
Her nose greedily took in a lot of his musky scent, and her palpitations became faster, the pace murderous.
“Tell me what you saw, everything” he ordered, and she nodded, still not looking at him before she began talking.
“I was…
“Look at me while talking” he cut her off, and she slowly raised her lids, their eyes meeting again.
He brought his hand to her face, wiping away the tears that are still there. Her heart raced again, and she got scared that he might be hearing, so she pushed herself away from his grasp, stepping back.
“I’ll talk from here” she said.
Slade said nothing, and she returned her eyes to the ground as she narrated everything.
“You were blind?” He squinted.
She nodded, still looking at the ground. “Yes, the clan is not a place I wish to go to again”
“Are you fuçking with me? You can’t look me in the eye now?” He said.
“Just let me stay here” she replied.
“Bull fuçking shit” he replied, taking long strides to her.
She quickly stepped back, but her leg collided with the piano stand, and she staggered.
Slade was quick to lean forward, grabbing her by the waist and bringing her back to her feet.
Her hair covered her face in the process, so he had to start moving the locks away with his fingers.
“Look at me” he said.
No response from her.
“It’s either you do it, or I kill you” he replied, and she quickly looked up.
The insane beats of her heart resumed immediately their eyes met, and he raised his brows quirkily.
“Is that your heart, little one?” He said when he heard.
She tried running from his grip, but he threw her on the bed roughly.
Before she knew it he snatched one of his ties from the hanger, rolling it on her wrist.
He tied the wrist to the headboard, and she began wincing.
“Trying to run away from me is an invitation. I have a chasing kink” he said, his smirk appearing as he went to the drawer.
He got a pill, then a bottled water.
He sat back beside her, putting the pill in her mouth before making her drink the water.
“What’s the pill for?” She asked gently.
“You don’t have to know” he replied.
Minutes later, she was already sleeping.
Slade stood and picked up his phone, checking the calendar.
If Greg’s divination is true, then the time will soon be here.
He looked at her in bed and placed his palm on his chest.
His heartbeats has seized again. It comes and goes everytime…it’s not stable yet, and he’s hoping it won’t become stable cos it’s clear that no matter the amount of Frost wine he takes, that mad thing won’t heed.
He got paint and brush, then he began drawing more constellations on the wall.
Somehow, the smell of sorrow is lingering.
Did someone die?
HER HEARTLESS MONSTER : CHAPTER 161 – 170
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