Chaotic Nights

‘‘Are you really sure that you effectively believed that I would sincerely accept someone as humble as you?” she blushed, and she could not look at him directly, her fists were tightly contracted; her fingers were white as snow. To think the same single thoughts in such ways, is absurd. I hope you recall who I am your majesty, you know me well well aware of my identity and…I am certain my face has served as elucidation enough to remind you… “Yes, I understand.” The hand that had been playing with her hair moved all the way down past her chin and circled her neck. He slowly tightened his fingers around her wrist and thus forced her to look him in the eye. Her breathing became ragged as he picked her by the neck and her heels came off the floor. He also knew these facts and boasted “I also control your sister’s life.” He thought he detected a crack in her. She who used to possess eyes that looked like the blackness of night sky whose darkness glistened with stars had none. At this point when he saw her eyes lose their spark slowly he relaxed the pressure of his hands. She lost her appetite for withholding her affection from him and he could read the signals. As in the protection of warm water, this feeling was undoubtedly one which he had craved. It wasn’t just raw, sexual desire; it was something more primal. Once he discerned these ideas, a basic impulse to control her whole life percolated in him. It said – if I can’t have you, I’ll destroy you.