Devil's Prison

He came closer, closer. She wanted to yell, scream, hit, do anything other than give him a glare, but couldn’t. Because she was overwhelmed. By fear. “Are you satisfied now?” She asked vaguely. Lifting her heavy light blue orbs to collide with his hazel eyes, staring intensely into hers with a sinful smirk. “Not yet.” He replied huskily, placing his hand on the bedpost, trapping her in his arms. “This is not the end of it, I won’t let it be.” He breathed out.  Her breath hitched, she wanted to take action, push him away, but felt utterly powerless before his dominance. “What more do you want now?” She asked, her voice falling lower than a whisper, holding the hem of her dress. “What more do you desire after stealing everything from me?” Her voice cracked for a moment, shivering by his predatory eyes scanning her form. “What is left after imprisoning me?” She asked hopelessly. She became his prisoner. What is left to do now? She took a step back, unable to bear the intensity when his smirk grew darker. “Not. Yet.” He repeated his words, approaching her like a hunter, aware of the power he held on her at the moment. She was defeated. Swallowing hard, she tried to act strong but failed. Caged inside this room with a devil, she had nowhere to run. “What do you want?” She asked, losing her breath, impotent to link her eyes with his. A violent shiver traveled down her core when his hand wrapped around her waist. “Much more than capturing you.” He chuckled darkly, eliminating their distances and striking their hot bodies together. She trembled in his hand, she wanted to resist but his grip was firm. “Let me go.” She said breathlessly, holding his collar. But with a suppressed laugh, his grip tightened. Now, he can’t let his prey go, can he? She gasped and continued to shiver under his hand latched to her skin. “No.” He replied temptingly, moving to her ears. His other hand twirled her locks in his fingers, moving her head to the side so he could gain access to her neck. “Why are you doing this, Alphonse?” She asked, closing her eyes, refusing to witness his next act. “Hmm?” He paused, implanting a soft kiss on her neck, feeling the arch in her body emitted by his action. “What pleasure is my misery going to provide you?” She asked, hopeless before his power. He was pleased by the intoxication his skin held on hers as if it was made to blind her in his charm. So perfect in his perspective, but torturing to hers. “Why are you doing this?” She almost moaned. She was resisting his touch badly, yet it etched the undesirable pleasure she neglected. “Why, you ask?” He responded after a devilishly long time, sucking on her neck. Indulging in the soft whimper before enunciating his true intention behind her imprisonment. “Because I want to intoxicate your mind with my whispers.” He whispered seductively in her ears, turning her around. She felt frozen by his intense words, his intentions to break her. He pressed his chest on her back firmly, moving his hand to her midsection as her legs gave up on her, shutting her eyes. “Fill it with my desires.” He cooed in her ears, leading down gradually to her neck, well aware of the effect he was holding on her body. “With my thoughts.” Continuing on her neck, she could feel her heartbeat raging uncontrollably at the moment. Her facade broke and nothing but fear remained because she knew- she had nowhere to run. No one is going to save her from this beast.  “With my voice.”  She was lost.  “With me.” Panting, she couldn’t move when his hands were affixed on her body, locking her in place to feel his touch, feel the revolt of it, breaking her heart. But the chain was to perfection, as he might call it. “So the next time the thought of hurting me crosses your mind-” Pausing, he held her neck, indicating her life in his hands now.  She is in his cage now. “-It hurts you more than it would hurt me.” he laughed menacingly in her ears, showing he was successful after countless efforts in stealing her from the world. “Alphonse, No..” She shook her head, terrified of him at the moment, declining the fate he was going to write. But, nothing could stop him anymore.  She unleashed his beast. “No, No, Dear. No words can help you.” He hummed, biting her neck, leaving strained harsh sucks so his mark could be imprinted on her skin. “You should have thought about it before.” He growled, leaving a final kiss before pulling away. “You should have thought about your actions before provoking me.” He hissed, losing his patience, infuriated. He immaculately attached fetters to her feets so she could become his golden bird but that doesn’t mean it won’t hurt to fathom what she did. “You should have.” He whispered, biting her earlobe. Leading a trail of kisses upward and stopping in her ears. He loved how she knew her position, her powerlessness. “It’s too late now.” He told her the bitter reality. “No…” She quivered.  She knew one wrong action would cost her more than she could imagine. “Are you going to hurt me?” She asked sorrowfully, lifting her lost orbs to meet his excited ones burning with a blazing fire. “Are you going to hurt your Blue?” She asked, hoping her innocence might evoke a shred of compassion from him. But it was too late for worldly deception.  “Ah, no, no, no.” He shook his head, forcing her to look at him. The flames in his eyes glistened his intention and asking this was only adding fuel to his fire but he handled it malevolently. “Why would I do this?” He murmured in a tempting tone. And in a bare heartbeat, his amusement faltered when he gripped her jaws, forcing her to look at him, to witness what she forced him to become. “I am not going to hurt you, Aurelia.” He snarled, staring dead into her soul with the declaration of his plan. “I am going to break you.”