As he pulled me closer, his grip on my wrist tightening, I felt a wave of panic wash over me. My mind was racing with worst-case scenarios, and my body trembled with fear. I tried to push him away, but he was immovable, like a granite statue.
His eyes seemed to bore into my soul, searching for something, but I had no idea what. The air was thick with tension, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest like a drum.
"You're shaking," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "Are you afraid of me?"
I tried to nod, but my head seemed frozen in place. I was trapped in his gaze, unable to look away.
He leaned in closer, his lips inches from mine. "You should be," he whispered, his breath caressing my skin.
I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body, and my heart skipped a beat.
"You should have listened," he whispered, his voice sending shivers down my spine. "Now I can do whatever i want with you."
The words sent a chill through me, and I felt a wave of fear wash over me. What did he mean? What was he going to do to me?
Suddenly, he spun me around, pinning me against the wall. His eyes blazed with intensity, and I felt trapped, helpless.
His face was inches from mine, his cold breath washing over me like a frosty wind. I could see the icy blue of his eyes, the sharp angles of his face.
"What do you want from me?" I asked my breath unsteady.
"If I told you what I wanted would you give it to me Princess?," he whispered in my ear, his arm around my waist tightening.
He was doing something to me, making me feel all sorts of things I never felt before.
I saw something in his eyes that made my heart skip a beat. It was a spark of desire, of possession.
But that was not possible he didn't like women.
Suddenly, he looked away, releasing me from his hold. He looked like he was in a lot of pain. His breathing uneven. One hand was clenched into a fist while the other grasped at his chest as if trying to hold in the source of pain.
"Get out," he said, his voice cold and detached. "Before I do something we'll both regret."
I didn't need to be told twice. I turned and ran, not stopping until I was out of his room and back to mine. I didn't dare look back.