Breaking Rules

“I want to fuck you real fucking hard, my love,” he said, and I couldn’t believe it.

Fear and dread returned to me. No. That is not what I want. If he does something to me that I don’t like, I can’t stand it. I swallowed hard and moved cautiously. I attempted to leave, but I felt like a fool for doing so. He was staring at me the entire time. I came to a halt when I felt his hands on my face.

He didn’t say anything. He just stared at me while clenching his jaw, “fuck!” he said angrily.

Azazel began kissing me once more. He kissed me on the lips as if he was punishing me for something I had done. He gives me a strong and harsh kiss, and instead of making me feel better, he makes me feel even more terrified. I’m not sure why. Perhaps it was a result of what had happened to me, or it was due to the strange aura that surrounded him.

My eyes welled up and tears streamed down my cheeks. Especially when his hand touched my left chest. He began to massage it harshly. The pain of him biting my lower lip had overwhelmed me. I could even taste my blood as he kissed me. The faint sob grew louder when his kisses dropped to my throat.

“A-Aza-z-zel p-ple-a-ase n-no…” was the only thing I said behind my fear and nervousness.

I expected him to keep doing what he was doing to me, but he abruptly stopped, as if someone had kicked him hard on the head. He looked at me with his lips parted. His jaw tightened a few moments later. I closed my eyes when he punched the pillow ahead of me. I was even more terrified of him now. I used to be afraid of him, but not this much.

Until I felt the handcuffs on my wrists loosen. I thought he was going to get off me but he stayed there, on my top. When I opened my eyes, I saw him close his. He pressed his forehead to mine as if he was calming himself. The fear gradually subsided with that simple gesture of his. I don’t know why he had such an effect on me. This is something new to me. When he’s around, everything feels strange. It was always a roller coaster of emotions. Very chaotic, puzzling, and frightening.

He sighed and I felt him hug me. I wanted to talk to him and ask him questions, but I didn’t know how or where to begin.

He pressed his sharp-pointed nose against my cheek. I almost screamed when he changed our position. I’m now on top of him. Why is it like this? How did I lose so much fear of him?

I kept staring at him, my eyes a little blurry from tears. He opened his eyes and looked me in the eyes a few moments later. And I was almost astounded by the reflection of his emotions that I had just seen in his eyes. Tired and sad, that’s what I saw, but that was only for a moment. It took less than three seconds. I’m not sure what that’s for. His eyes returned to normal. No emotion and very cold.

“Sera …” I just stared at him.

I’m not sure if it’s possible, but I feel the tiredness and sadness he showed me a moment ago. Why, Azazel?

Only now did I realize that, aside from the little information I had on him, I didn’t know him very well. I know nothing about him aside from the fact that he has two twins and that they are the children of one of the country’s wealthiest families.

Azazel, who are you?

And where did the scars on his body come from? Why does he have so many scars all over his body? Now that his face is close to mine, I notice the scar on his eye. An elongated scar from the bottom of his brow to below his eyes. My brow furrowed, and my hand seemed to have a life of its own as I caressed it. He relaxed his grip on my waist, taken aback for a moment by my movement. As his jaw gradually tightened, I stroked it gently.

I didn’t notice that then, only now.

“Stop it,” he screamed sternly. But instead of listening, I went on. I don’t know where do the tears in my eyes come from. Because I could feel how painful it was when those memories were still fresh on his face while I was caressing it. Was he in a lot of pain at the time?

I kissed it as if I could make the pain go away. Maybe I’m crazy, I don’t even feel like myself anymore.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Fuck, I said fucking stop it!” I was surprised not by his yell, but by myself. I couldn’t stop staring at him. He sat on the bed and laid me down. He palmed his face and turned to face me. The vein was protruding from his neck.

To calm himself, he averted his gaze and sighed repeatedly. And he spoke without looking at me. “Sleep, Sera.” That was all and he walked out of the room.

I sigh softly and close my eyes. This is no longer good for me. I need to get away from him, or else I’ll have to stay away.

“I heard the triplets were absent.”

It’s been a week since the incident between me and Azazel. I tried to avoid him, especially in places where we might meet. But the thing is, even though we never crossed each other’s path, I can feel him following me around. He was like an eagle, he could always see me no matter where I was.

“My friend is Nazel’s block mate, and he said he didn’t show up.”

“Azel and Samel, as well…”

I sighed and went back to work on the painting. I need to focus because I have a project due soon. I’m here in the middle of the field, painting. Despite my embarrassment, I did not give up. It’s more important for me to be able to paint than it is for me to feel anything. I can deal with this.

I winced as I realized I was about to make a mistake. I scratched my brow. I can’t go wrong with painting because even if I make one mistake, I’ll have to redo it.