When The Puppet Falls For The Puppeteer

This isn't love-this is a prison!

I backed away, breathing hard, my heart screaming. My hands shook so violently I could barely make myself stand.

He turned to face me, and for a long time - just stared.

Then finally, in a low voice:
"Did you really think I wouldn't find you?"

"You shouldn't have to!" I shouted. "You shouldn't need to! You don't own me!"

"Don't I?"
He took a slow step forward. I flinched.

"You signed, Myra. You agreed."

"I was a child!" I screamed, fists clenched. "I didn't know what I was signing!"

"You didn't ask. You just obeyed. Just like you've always done."

I swallowed, my mouth dry.

"That contract isn't just paper. It's a promise. It's your future. With me."
He said it like a fact. Like math.

I shook my head. "You can't keep me like this."

He didn't move. "Watch me."

Then he took out the papers from from behind tucked in his trousers and threw them at my face.

"Read it again. Every clause. Every signature. Your name. Mine. Our mothers. You think this ends with you driving out of town in a hoodie and backpack?"

I stared at the paper like it was a loaded gun.

"You are not trapped, Myra," he said, stepping closer again. "You're chosen. You've always been chosen. But you keep running from it like it's a curse."

"Because it is a curse!" I sobbed. "You don't love me-you just want to own me!"

Silence.

His eyes narrowed, sharp with something dark and ancient.

He stepped closer to me and I backed into the wall. His hand slammed beside my face. His fist banged into the wall beside me making me flinch visibly. I was never this scared of him. His eyes were throwing daggers, like I will burn in them.

He leaned in closer, his voice low and venomous.

"You belong to me Myra. Legally. Emotionally. Completely."

Tears welled again. But not just fear. Fury.

"Don't do this Marcus please. Let me go" I pleaded, I begged him

"Go? Go where Red?" he said moving a bit farther

"Where will you go? huh? And how are you going to live? Tell me" he said holding my jaw tightly and l let out a whimper.

"What are you going to wear tomorrow? Your clothes are chosen by me."

"Whom are you going to be friends with, your friends are chosen by me"

"How are you going to eat tomorrow Red, your food is fucking paid by me"

"Tell me Red how are you going to live without me? Look at you, your heart is beating so faster like a humming bird my love" he said leaning closer into me .

"Ma-marcus -no please" He trapped my hands above my head and leaned into me, his lips engulfed mine and he kissed me harsh and dominant. He was claiming me.

His hands slide down my body every nerve in body was shivering. He lifted my hoodie and his hands unbuckled my jeans.

My breathe caught he was not freeing my lips and my protest were killed by his tongue. He kept both my hands trapped in his one hand above my head. His leg was between mine and I was so trapped I couldn't have pushed him. His fingers trailed down and he touched me there.