“Please. Don’t do this to me.” I looked at the dark figure with the violet eyes. They held so many evil and tormenting thoughts…
He stared down at me. His face had a crooked smile and he began to laugh.
“Begging will not save you. You will learn that, eventually. Sooner rather than later.” My arms were pinned above my head and I was against the wall. Pain began to spread throughout my body. Before I knew it, blood began to run down my upper arm. It began to burn from his touch.
“You are mine, Aria. Mine and mine alone. Don’t you ever forget that, my dear.” With that, he was gone.
I slid down to the floor with a thud. My head was throbbing. What was that? Who was he? Or…what was he? Questions were filling my mind. I looked over to wear my arm burnt. There was a mark. It was black and blood was still flowing from the lines of the design. What did it look like? A tree or waves, of some sort covered my forearm. The lines swerved around my skin. It burned. What did that thing do to me? Before I could think of anything else, I fell over as everything went black.
But that was four years ago, when I was at the age of fourteen. Now I am eighteen, about to leave for college. That night I can clearly remember. I never saw him again. But, I still have the mark that he had left. I had lied to my parents and said it was a tattoo. Lying to them wasn’t very easy, going with I was only fourteen and I had a tattoo. In the end, they forgot about it. They forgot about me too. My mother and father abandoned me for their jobs. One lived in India, and the other, God only knows where. I lived by myself in a large flat in the middle of New York City. How did I pay for this? My parents. They paid for all my bills and what not.
I always felt like I was being watched. He said I was his. As though I am an object that he possesses. The thought of it all made me shiver. Was I ever going to see him again? I know that one day he will come back for me. I don’t know how I know this, but I do. I can feel it. Sometimes I can even hear him. His seductive husky voice fills my mind. I can never make out what he’s saying, but I know it’s him. He gave me a feeling I couldn’t explain. I felt attracted to him. Why? I have no idea. When I think of him I get this weird feeling in my gut. It’s not a painful or scary thing, but pleasure and lust. I wanted him. I needed him. I didn’t know who he was, but my body did. In the dark of the night I could still picture his eyes.
This was an introduction to my story.. Hope you all enjoyed! What do you think so far?