"dont you fucking touch me again!" i yelled at the top of my lungs , with my eyes closed and a heart thats beating at the speed of light .
i can already hear his footsteps again , heading towards me , with every step i lose sight of my low breathing . i shouldnt have yelled like that
"now now" his lips were tugging at my ears as more tears found their way down my cheeks . i hated this weak feeling but he loved it
"princesses and royalties dont swear darling" he spoke in his deep british accent , i can feel him trying to grab something with his hand that was already close enough to my waist line
please god help me , please god dont let him punish me like last time
"i must punish you" he looked up at me , with a smirk plastered on his lips as he took out a knife from his jeans . i looked at the knife sucking in a breath , i felt my knees shaking against his and for a second i almost fainted
he stared into my eyes , his dark uncolored eyes seemed to burn flames in my soul , its like i was getting hyptonized by him
but it was just a warning before he stabbed that knife in my arm