I snuggled deeper into my pillow. Today was tiring. I really didn't need to work another shift, but the money was needed. Especially if I wanted my own clothes line. I grinned in the darkness. My dresses, skirts, and togas would be amazing. Yet I didn't dare make them more than a sketch. That's how Caterina stole my designs last time. I groaned. Even thinking about her name ticked me off. I was supposed to be asleep. I was meeting with my father tomorrow. I struggled to push that woman from my thoughts. Eventually I did and fell asleep.
I struggled to move. I was tied down. I could feel the ropes bite into the skin of my wrists and ankles. No, no, no. Not this dream. God no. I screamed knowing no one would hear me. My captor chuckled from my left. As if forced by the dream, I looked left. I knew who it would be before I was his face. Two green eyes stared at me. "I love you so much Josephine. Remember that when I'm fucking you." He said, his voice loving. I screamed again, begging someone to set me free. He slapped me in the face. I shut up immediately, knowing he wanted my silence.
"What's my name?" He purred. He moved until his face was inches from mine. I could clearly see his morning stuble that had made me fall in love with him. I shook my head, I wouldn't give in. "Fine, be that way." He growled, frowning. One of his filthy hands traveled down my navel to my flower. No! Please! Oh please no! I could feel tears burn down my face. "Daemon! Daemon." I screamed as my voice cracked down to a whisper.
I woke up immediatelty my heart beating wildly. He wasn't here. I'm safe. Safe. Not here. Safe. My heart rate slowly. I took a deep calming breath. I got up to get a glass of water. On nights like these there was no going back to sleep. If I fell asleep it would be filled with more nightmares of him. Don't think it, don't say it. Don't think it, don't say it. And no this ain't no paranormal shit like the Byebye Man. I just didn't want to think of him.
I wearily trudged out of my room and across the hall. When I got in the kitchen I kept walking until I was at the sink. I lazily grabbed at the cabinets. I knew which on had my favorite purple cat mug, and exactly where it was inside of the cabinet. I reach up to grab it. When my hand grasped air, I let out a growl of frustration.
"Hey princess. You thirsty too?" And that had to be my roomate. Not by choice byt the way. "Trayvon where is my purple mug?" I growled. I turned around to face him. Bad idea. He was practically naked. Only in his boxers. Not that I was much better. A long shirt and panties, but still. I turned back around, suddenly greatful for the darkness. It his my red face well. "Don't know. Look for it." Trayvon said uncaringly. "Whatever." I randomly grabbed another mug. My throat was aching for water. "When you gonna hook up with Vince and I? Your hot ass is going to waste." Trayvon whined. I heard the fridge open. Cool air brushed against my bare legs. "Never. You know I have issues." I spat. Issues were an understament. I was absolutely scared, no terrified, to be intamite with a man. And it was all his fault. i let him steal everything from me.
The fridge closed ridding the world of it's yellow glow. "Get over it. Vince is waiting for you." Waiting for me? Why would he be waiting for me? Unless he like me too? But we were only friends. "I'd wait to, but my dicks too jumpy. Especially when you flash that lace underwear." Trayvon purred. I pulled my shirt down immediately. Trayvon started laughing. "God could you grow a pair. You're so fucking annoying." I quickly exited the kitchen. Why couldn't he just leave me alone.
Hi! I'm Josephine. I have a ton of friends, but one small problem. I have severe ptsd and anxiety. All because of one dude, but let's not talk about him. I was going to finally hit off with Vince and then he happened. This arrogant, dominant arse wants me. And I think I want him too. What to do?