His Destructive, Toxic Love

With a resigned smile, she decided to find a secluded corner to grab a bite to eat away from prying eyes. Her chosen spot was perfect, offering a panoramic view. She looked out the window and could see the entirety of Falconridge spread out like a vast, unfolding painting. Eliza hadn't taken the time to quietly observe the city in ages. The Falconridge she remembered was familiar and comforting, but now it seemed foreign. The bustling streets and noisy crowds carried an unexplained weight. She ordered a coffee and sat alone by the window, letting her thoughts drift with the coffee's aroma.

It wasn't until the restaurant lights began to dim that she slowly got up. Under the night lights, the hotel corridor felt especially desolate, her shadow stretching long on the wall, reaching all the way to her room's door with each step. Her pace was measured, neither rushed nor relaxed.

Suddenly, a strong hand gripped her wrist tightly, yanking her into a dimly lit room without a word. Then, like a storm, kisses rained down on her, drowning her in a torrent of passion. She was terrified, her heart pounding, her hands weakly pushing against the frenzied man before her.

Soon, she recognized his face. "Casper?" Her eyes widened in disbelief. Casper was flushed and delirious, his eyes burning with an intense, almost feverish, zeal. He seemed possessed, as if under a spell, having lost all sense of reason. Before she could react, the world spun. He lifted her effortlessly, his dominance undeniable, and threw her onto the soft bed. "Casper, don't do this," she pleaded, trying to reach the man who had lost his mind.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

"How do you know my name..." he mumbled, uncontrollably ripping open his shirt to reveal a sturdy chest before bending down to kiss her again. His lips were scorching, as was his body. Had he been drugged? Was it that woman he was with earlier? But Casper's aunt was there too. That woman had nerve.

As Eliza's mind raced, a sharp tearing sound brought her back to the moment. Casper roughly tore open her buttons. A chill swept over her, making her shiver violently. She instinctively tried to cover herself, but he quickly grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head. His kisses came like a storm, with a

force she couldn't resist.

She struggled, but their strength was worlds apart. She couldn't move. "Casper, Casper..." She scratched and pulled his hair, but it was useless. He just needed an outlet, a way to release the fervor consuming him.

"Snap out of it," she urged. "Give it to

me," he demanded, breathing heavily, his large hand gripping her waist with brute force, heedless of the consequences. Eliza closed her eyes in pain and helplessness, biting down on his shoulder as hard as she could, as if trying to tear off a chunk of flesh.

"Casper, you're a complete jerk," she cried, her sobs heart-wrenching and raw. He seemed to regain a sliver of sanity, whispering hoarsely in her ear, "I'll take responsibility for you."