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Chapter 21 ~ Game On.

I keep my feet firmly planted due partially to fear and also simply in rebellion.
Rosik isn't the boss of me.

I was still considering my next move when a hand gently rested on my shoulder and turning I face a rather serious Eric.
I'm not used to seeing him so sombre and it takes me a moment too long to shake his grip off of me.

"You better go." Eric murmurs and I fleetingly wish for his sarcastic smile once more.
His seriousness just makes this situation even harder and I try not to gulp too loudly and I take breath.

"You and I need to have a talk after this." I murmur back just as quietly and he stares at me hard for a moment, seemingly a different person with his blonde fringe partially covering his left eye and I fight the urge to brush it aside.

Every aspect about him annoys me, from his hair to his bright eyes.

I glance at Dana and she nods her head while mouthing 'Be Safe.'
I don't even bother glancing at Axel, only expecting malice and finally square my shoulders before walking down the hall and without breaking my stride I enter the room with my head held high.

Rosik is behind the door and the moment he closes it I only then feel a tremble travel through my body, realising the severity of the situation.

I keep my back to the door, not wanting Rosik to think I'm fearful of him and instead keep my gaze light and on the musty carpet.
That is until I felt Rosiks slimy hands curl around my waist and his head rest on my shoulder.

Disgusted by this lovers embrace I try to squirm out of the way but the most damage I do is irritate his face with my curly hair, which he easily blows away. He squeezes my mid-section suddenly, brutally and I gasp loudly and see black spots.

"Let go of me you bastard!" I choke out as he continues holding me in his python grip while slowly pushing his nose through my hair until he finds my neck.

I shudder powerfully as he begins sucking on it, lightly at first but quickly builds both speed and pressure as my fight builds.
I swear to god if this beast gives me a hickey...

"You. Shouldn't. Use. Words. To. Hurt. People." He mutters surprisingly darkly in between his horrid kisses and I choke out a laugh.

"So I should use my fists instead?"
To prove my point I try to reach behind and punch Rosik in the ribs but I either miss or he feels nothing as he continues his assault.

"Just don't call me a bastard."
He grumbles out before spinning me around, he tries to plant his slimy lips on mine but I quickly raise a hand and slap it over his lips.
He arches an eyebrow and I'm horrified to feel his tongue lick my hand.

What a freak.

"Aww has somebody got Daddy issues? Does my mean word hit too close to home?" I taunt, hoping to trigger his rage to replace this foul arousal.

I'd rather be beaten than this any day.

The rage does fill his eyes to my pleasure however his actions do not as he lifts me off my feet and before I have a chance to scream I'm thrown backwards and I land on the bed with an "oomph!".

Rosik is quick to straddle me and as I open my mouth to scream Rosik now slaps his hand over mine.
I'd consider returning the favour and licking his hand but I have a feeling that it would be interpreted very differently.

"I'm sure you don't want to know about me." Rosik grumbles and I shock both him and myself and start nodding wildly while mumbling.
Rosik removes his hand once he's sure that I'm not going to scream.

"Tell me!" I nearly shout, not out of excitement but out of desperation for him to stop this situation from getting anymore heated.

I'll happily listen to him tell his sob story if it means that he won't be getting a boner anytime soon.