"Maybe you should be chained to the radiator, huh? Chain him up? So that she doesn't wander around, she doesn't understand where.β, came out of his mouth.
Fear.
It you felt at that moment. He could, of course, he could lock you up like a bird in a golden cage and not let you go anywhere. Kennedy was a good partner. At first he was. Now he's become aggressive and insanely jealous. Can this be called love and care? Rather, it was an obsession and a thirst for control, he didn't even hide it, he didn't hide his dependence on your whole being, that's why he held you tightly.
Too tight.
But he haven't raised my hand against you yet. Although there is not a single living place left on your skin, he has covered the whole skin with hickeys and bruises, marking it as his complete property. Leon loved to look at them, run his thumb across your collarbones, gently kiss them, leave new one the taste of your skin for a long time.
Breath. Exhale.
"Okay, I admit it was too much.β¦ You understand me too, I can't let you slip away, I'm too addicted,β the voice sounded with a hint of guilt for what it had done, but the last part sounded with uncovered possessiveness, and a callused hand began to hold your chin even tighter.