𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚RANIA'S POV :

My heart started thudding loudly as he abruptly cut me off from our conversation and swiftly barged into the janitor room dragging me along by my wrist in a swiftest way possible.

He harshly threw me against the wall, causing my back to slam into it with a jerk. He hovered over me, pinning me against the wall.

"What are you trying to do?" I tried my best not to shudder as my hands moved towards my chest, feeling self-conscious and shivery.

My ribs tightened around me with chills as my heart thudded rapidly, so loud that I could hear it in my ears.

"Trying? No. I'm here to make you mine. Trying is the least I will do because I'm here to compel you into this," he gritted out in his icy, deep voice.

"I will force you to be mine until you gradually submit yourself to me," he concluded, staring intensely into my eyes with his dark, intent-filled, scary green hues.

" are you out of your fucking mind ?" I hissed as I tried my best to push his weight away from me but failed miserably when he deepened the proximity between us.

"'For you? Yes," he affirmed, glaring at me with a glint of rage in his eyes.

" I  have no control over myself since you happened. My cock, my brain, my heart, everything, every single part of me has lost its sanity since you happened," his raspy voice made my limbs shiver as I struggled to keep my breathing normal.

His face was just a few inches closer to mine, and I could smell him, the despair of our closeness.

He smells like rain.

But he isn't like rain, in anyway which washes away the pain.

In fact he is a storm, the storm in my life which is meant to destroy me. And so, he will.

"I told you already, Hamdan, I'm not meant to be yours. I can never love you, so give up on that little hope of yours. I can never be yours," I calmly tried to make him understand, just like the last time I did.

"'If I can't have you, I'll snatch you," he breathed out, his words promising, his eyes narrowed and darkened, his jaw clenched, looking fiery.

His not-so-soft features appeared more detailed up close, and I could sense the burning whirlwind in his eyes.

I can't take this anymore. I can't.

He can't just dash back into my life, even after being rejected. He can't barge into my bubble, threatening to break it and claim me as his.

Because I'm not his damn territory that he wants back. I was never his and will never be. I'd choose death over submitting myself to the demon, the claimer.

Without wasting a second, I slid my hand into the pocket of my pencil skirt and grabbed my blade.

I closed my eyes as his sharp gaze fixated on me. I sighed a long one before smoothly slitting my wrist with the blade.

Hot, warm blood gushed out of my skin, but no hiss left my mouth. I just felt pleasure and satisfaction, my lips curved into a smile as I thought I'm free from his wrath, his obsession to make me his.

But everything shattered the moment his brows furrowed at my weak smile, his eyes falling on my cut wrist as he moved back abruptly, taken aback by my action.

His dark sharp green eyes held terror this time, rather than malice.

"Fuck," he cursed as his hand swiftly intruded inside his pocket, grabbing a napkin.

"Don't," I warned.

I want to die, I want to be free. No, he can't stop me from ending myself. No, I panicked because I knew what he was going to do next.

In a swift and abrupt motion, I hid both of my hands behind my back, the bleeding one with the fresh new cut and the one holding the blade, concealing them from the demon who's also the savior, the one who shouldn't be one.

"Bring it back to where it was," his tone authoritative and ordering, more like a warning that if I don't comply, he'll do something worse to me.

But I didn't budge, the warm blood flowed like rivers in my wrist, but I didn't extend my hand to him.

"You will not like an ounce of everything I'll do to you for not listening to me," he said as he jerked me forcefully, grabbing my wrists hidden at my back, both of them.

My body froze as he shot me a fierce look, commanding me not to make a move while he tightly fastened the satin handkerchief around my wrist, halting the blood's flow.

I observed him closely, he was clad in a black T-shirt and jeans, an unconventional choice for a teacher, but that was the least of my concerns at that moment.

His jaw was clenched so tightly that I feared it might shatter. His fists clenched, exuding palpable anger through his intense gaze.

As he released my wrist, his hand moved toward the one holding the blade.

In a swift motion, he wrested the blade from my grip, crushing it in his palm. The sharp edge sliced through his calloused skin, causing blood to pour out like a waterfall.

"You're mine, completely mine, and you have no right to harm what belongs to me and are not fucking allowed to hurt what's mine."

he declared firmly, crushing the blade in his hand, the crimson flow painting his palms as the blade disintegrated.

"You're a psycho, a crazy bastard," I spat out, my veins pulsing with anger.

He can't, he can't save me because I'm his. Because I'm not.

"You made me that, remember?" His bloodied hand approached my face, sending shivers down my spine as he gently traced my skin from my forehead, down to my cheekbones, and finally to my jaw.

His warm blood left a trail on my face, causing my ribs to tighten and my limbs to tremble. His touch was electric and scorching, searing my skin.

Hamdan Waseem had always been a soft sunshine in my eyes, but the figure before me now, smearing his warm blood on my face, is still Hamdan, yet a version I never knew.

He's a monstrous version of himself, a psycho.

"Calling me a psycho is an understatement because I'm much more than that six-letter word when it comes to you," he smirked devilishly, causing my stomach to churn.

" this is the last warning to you, you hurt what's mine and you'll see the worst side of me." He warned while sliding his bloodied hand from my neck to my ear, shamelessly touching me as if I belong to him, which is not true.

"You don't get to warn me, you're no one," I asserted, summoning all my strength.

I, Rania Syed, am not weak and certainly not someone who would allow male dominance to prevail over me, never.

My thoughts were abruptly interrupted when he forcefully pressed my cheeks together, causing my lips to pucker out.

His eyes locked with mine for a moment before he forcefully pressed his rough lips against mine, catching me off guard.

My eyes widened, and without hesitation, I attempted to push him away, but his lips remained firmly attached to mine as if sealed shut.

He kissed me roughly, biting and nibbling on my lower lip vigorously, without my consent.

He kissed me forcefully and harshly, almost as a form of punishment for my words, for my actions.

He demanded entry into my mouth to consume and conquer it so he could claim me, claim it.

Despite my resistance, he found a way to achieve what he wanted, he pressed his fingers against my wound, causing me to hiss in pain as he entered my mouth, exploring it.

I gave in because in that moment, I felt bewildered and weak, succumbing to his dominance.

I despise him, but more so, I detest myself because a part of me didn't entirely reject what he was doing.

"First, you don't talk back to me when I ask you to do something for the better. Second, you listen to me and do as I say, or else it gets worse."

He pulled his lips away from mine, emphasizing his warning for the final and most severe time.

He glares at me, and I search for something in those demonic eyes, love. He says he loves me, but do you treat people you love so harshly?

He says he loves me, so why can't he leave me? Why can't he get over me for my sake?

He dashes out of the janitor cabin, leaving me behind. If what he does is love, then darn this love. My heart thudded as I bent down against the pinned wall, hugging my knees.

Everything feels so weird and shattered.

At the same time, I reach my hand towards my face, touching my lips with my two fingers, and it burned. I could still feel his warm lips ruining mine, and I hated it because I liked it.

I hate him.

He's a psycho, a demon.

But I hate myself too, that I'm his prey now.

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