Feelings are like waves, we can't stop them from coming, but we can choose which one to surf. When he hugged me from behind, a wave of pleasure ran down me but while reality hit back in the guts, fear is all I could feel and hate for this cruel insensitive man. He hugged me as if everything between us was normal, and we were inseparable lovers.
I could feel his need for me, the way his arms tightened around my waist, eyes carefully scrutinizing my moves, lips finding their way to the crook of my neck, does say something about the extent he would go to make me succumb to his wishes, if only he didn't already.
To anybody out there watching us from far, would think us to be a couple deeply in love. Some might even consider me lucky to have a man, who terrifies not just the country but the e
