DICHOTOMY™

• I ACCEPT •

"I don't get it." she shook her head looking down on her hands. Her eyeballs struggled to remain fixed and hurtled everywhere to everywhere.

But it proved useless. He was never the one to be shaken by such tactics.

He interjected at her again, "You heard it. I hate to repeat. Now if you would stop whining we can discuss-"

" No! No! It doesn't fix anything. I am not willing to-", her voice became all high and breathless with every next word. She wanted to say more but her lips snapped shut when his eyes squinted at her, flickering with something she did not sense to be good.

He started walking closer to her. With each step he took towards her, the silence grew heavy and suffocating on her. The fudgy warm feeling erupted in her chest again and her face felt hotter and burning on the increasing proximity.

He cornered her like a beast would corner his prey before devouring it whole. Her steps moved back to escape, but they failed and her back hit the wall. She found herself caged and captivated in his intimidating gaze that felt strangely euphoric.

He brought his hands and cupped her cheeks before brushing his fingers sensationally on her jaw. His index fingers grazed to and fro her cheeks and started fondling her lips.

Alex froze under his touch. Her skin burned wherever his skin came in contact with hers and a euphoric bliss filled her chest. She found herself craving more of him. The shame she would feel later for allowing him to touch her this way did not let her bother her present self.

His fingers of the left hand wrapped around her, firmly but not harshly. And the right hand still stroked her cheeks, his right thumb still fondling with her lower lip.

" Tell me the exact reason you so much loath the idea of being here. It must have been surprising enough for you to be hired considering that the firm never did hire an intern before.", he questioned her in a perilously low voice that sent shivers down her spine.

"Now you are being served something to brag about on your plate. And yet you are. . . . ", he trailed of but she did not answer.

He did not once blink or avert his eyes, and her brown irises felt captured under his smoldering black ones, pulling them into an entrance.

Her lips quivered and her face was burning red as he saw. Her breathing paced up heavily.

But he felt something more enthralling rush through his veins when he saw her clenching her thighs. Alex had failed to notice this subtle alluring movement.

She wanted to say something to break the silence. But like the lewd person, she leaned into his palms wanting to enjoy more of it. Her conscience faded into oblivion and she could not think straight anymore.

He applied pressure with his thumb a little harshly to have her speak, but it only erupted pleasurable sensations in her body. Goosebumps arose all over her form and her figure writhed with tantalising sensitivity. "I- I- ", she tried to answer but stuttered.

"Don't you try to come up with a pathetic excuse.", he growled at her.

And abruptly his right hand grabbed her jaw too harshly and his left hand firmed more around her neck. A moan erupted through her parted lips. He pulled her face by the jaw closer to his, and she whimpered again and again.

She gasped for more air as he grabbed her jaw more harshly. Her core clenched badly and she felt the warm wetness pooling between her thighs again. Her black strands flopped over her face which he tucked behind her ear. His eyes looked upon her disheveled figure glimmering with mock amusement in her misery.

Her soul cursed herself for appearing such a vulgar mess for him and letting him continue his harsh acts on her. All her resolve of staying strong weakened and her knees buckled.

His breath along with his intoxicating baritone voice tickled the shell of her ears, and the dampness just worsened. Her thighs tightened more and more to counter the clenching of her core. But he seemed to love her so miserable under him.

He mocked her as his breath now fanned her cheeks.

"Pathetic."

Her eyes cleared on these words of utter disgrace. It lit her insides on fire and she felt even more turned on. But at the same time, such actions made her question her sanity. She felt dirty all over again.

Her body juxtaposed her mind, between keeping her dignity and keeping the pleasure.

"I accept it! I will do it! Just do not touch me like this!", she spat angrily at him, trying to keep the little sanity he had left her with before being consumed.

So, he released her and walked back. But Alex could hear him laughing silently.

Her body had plopped down as soon as he had removed himself. She kept her head down and breathed rapidly to control the enthralling feelings he had overwhelmed her with.

But, he just looked at her slumped form, intrigued. He parted his lips to just utter a silent command.

"Get out."

*

Scrambling on her feet, she wiped her tears and walked out of the bathroom.

She had rage in her eyes. However much she scrubbed her mouth and splashed water on her hands and face, she could not seem to get rid of the dirty feeling that still lingered. The burning feeling of restlessness as he touched her face and hands as he wish made her feel dirty.

She had unconsciously rubbed her face and lips until they were swollen and reddish. And though her skin had already peeled of, she couldn't help but grimace on the unpleasant feeling that did not clean itself. All she wanted was to run off to home and take a long shower. To wash the impure traces of his fingers that felt like a humiliation on her skin.

Or maybe just drown herself in the heavy downpour on her way home.

Alex had no recollection of what had happened after she had sauntered off in tears from his office. After he had ordered, she had turned around and walked out. All the memories in between seemed hazy.

Still bewildered, she had somehow made her way to the bathroom. She did not lash out on anyone on her way, nor did she run.

She literally walked. Absentmindedly zoning off into space. With a stride slower than usual, as if a zombie was on a stroll.

And now, here she was looking at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were reddened with tears, but there was also a confusion in them.

Her blazer, her face and the front of her shirt were all soaked now. Without thinking of drying them, she plopped on the stool, perched up on the edge.

Alex didn't know what she had been through. What that touch meant. Why did it burn her with such passion and yet made her feel dirty and impure, unclean all over. Why did it make her want to rip the skin out wherever his hands touched her bloody face. She was floating in a daze of shock.

She did not know what it was. What had happened.

But she was sure of one thing. She did not want to see him ever again.

It was better to keep close to what scares you. It was a wise decision to accept. But,

She did not want to touch him ever again.