When The Puppet Falls For The Puppeteer

This isn't love-this is a prison!

"You see Red" He said freeing my lips. I could taste blood and he bit me while kissing. My tears were flowing freely. "How wet you are, and then you claim you dont like it" his said as he licked his fingers. His voice was so gruff and dark I never heard him like this.

"Mar-Marcus please-" His lips made there way back on me and moved downwards to my jaw and then he burried himself in the crook of my neck, kissing biting sucking.

"Marcus please dont-I-" he stopped at my cry and held me strongly. His eyes were screaming to shut the fuck up. He pulled me in the centre of the room and made me sit on the chair with his hands on either hand support

"You want freedom?" he said, voice suddenly calm. "Fine. You'll sit here. No phone. No light. No time. Until you understand what it feels like to not belong to me."

He tied my wrists. Ankles. I struggled like a wild animal. He didn't even flinch. Just stared.

"What, what are you doing?"

"You don't get to run from me, Red. Not after everything I've done to keep you." he said pulling my hair into his fist making me scream

"You've trapped me!" I screamed. "This isn't love-this is a prison!"

He knelt in front of me, face inches from mine. Cold. Beautiful. Terrifying.

"No, my love. This is what happens when you betray me."

Then he stood.

And walked out.

"No! Marcus please don't leave me here. Marcus!" he didn't stop

The lock clicked behind him. The room was engulfed by darkness making my worse fears alive

I don't know how long I stayed there. Time didn't pass. My wrists ached. My legs cramped. My throat was dry from crying and screaming.

And then - the door opened again.

Marcus.

Holding a tray of food and a glass of water.

He set it down.

"I'll ask you once," he said, voice like ice. "Do you understand what running means now?"

I didn't answer.

He stepped forward and grabbed my chin.

"Say it."

"Y-you c-can't keep me like this."

He tilted his head. "But I am, aren't I?"

He leaned closer. Voice quiet.

"I could leave you in here another day. Or a week. And no one would question it. Your mom already believes I'm your future. You think Ashley will save you. I will tell her a story where you are and then she will be more than happy for you. Trust me on that."

"But if you want to leave this room," he whispered, "you'll say it. You'll admit you're mine."

Tears streamed down my face. My whole body trembled.

"Say it," he repeated.

"Don't do this, please. Please let me go, please end this contract" I begged him

"Contract?" he scoffed. He picked up that paper. "You think this means anything?" he said, lighting the edge with his lighter, watching it curl and blacken.

He stepped back and smirked. "It's just paper, Red," he said, like he was educating a child. "You think this is what's keeping you here? You think if I tear this, you can leave?"

He let it fall, flames eating the last of it on the floor. My eyes widen at his actions. I knew it was a copy and not the original document so burning it won't actually make a difference but the way he was looking at me and the reason why he did it was enough to shook me to the core.

"I don't need contracts to own you. You think a paper will keep you or give you freedom. You are mine Myra. Paper or no paper, there is no power in the world that could take you from me" he said untying me.

I couldn't control my tears anymore. "Kill the fucking innocent act." he said stepping towards me.

"Why do you talk to me like this? I do everyth-" "Because I can, you are mine, and I can do what I want with you and to you" He said as he reached towards me.

I shifted back but he held me by my elbow and pulled me closer. "If I want I will cherish you like you are the queen of the world" He held my throat making it difficult to breathe "And if I want I will whip you with my belt until it breaks your skin and the blood ooze out" he said bending closer to my face and kissed the tears and I saw the same obsessions in his eyes I saw when he gave me the scar from his knife at the freshman party.

"Be grateful that the fucking contract says marriage." He said pushing me away and I looked at him wide eyes.

He left locking the room again. He took the food and water he brought with him

"Marcus let me out please, please" I knocked behind him and slid down the door crying. I need to go out, He is suffocating me. I need to eat, I was hungry and I was thirsty and his voice haunts me in this darkness.

I don't know how long I laid there, sleep engulfed me at some point.

My eyes flicker open I don't know after how long. I woke up expecting Marcus, but he wasn't there.

I got up and the whole night flashed in front of me making me shiver to the core. His words, his every word was like a chain trapping me, binding me. A leash tightening around my neck. The night gave me the picture of my destiny. I can't escape him.

I stood and knocked on the door

"Marcus! Marcus please let me out" I kept banging for sometime, but I don't think so there is anyone listening outside.

I dont know how long I waited for him to come, or never wanted him to come back. The light above, hanging from the asbestos started to flicker. I cried and slowly my wails turned into sobs and soon the tears dried. I sat on the floor with my head laying on that chair, the ties were still there. I was mindlessly fidgeting with them. I was so thirsty.

Finally the door opened. He was looking tall from where I was seeing him.

I sat up on the floor and he entered closing the door behind him.

He knelt in front of me and touched my face making me flinch. He was looking calmer. I guess I was too.

He kissed my tear strained cheeks

"Do you want to leave this room now?" He asked as his hand ventured in my hair, playing with them and I nodded.

"But if you want to leave this room," he whispered, "You'll say it. You'll admit you're mine."

Tears streamed down my face. My whole body trembled.

"Say it," he repeated, his hold got strong in my hair

"...I'm yours," I whispered.

"What was that?"

"I'm yours."

"Louder."

"I'm yours!" I sobbed.

He smiled. "Good girl"

"Now do you have anything to say?" he said and I know what he wants.

"I-I am sorry. I won't run away again. I am sorry I disobeyed you. It won't happen again" I said

"You see?" he said softly. "You learn. I'm proud of you." he hugged me

He brushed my hair back.

And then kissed my forehead, picking me in his arms he brought me to his room.

The whole dinner was set up there. He handed me a glass of water and I gulped down. He fed me the whole dinner with his hands.

"Now go take a shower. You'll sleep in my bed tonight. Where you belong."

"Right Red?" he asked and I nodded