You Think I Won't Talk?

The hand on her back was felt as if the devil’s claws had caught her, and in grief, Marianne closed her eyes to listen to his murmurs become growls that could eventually make her lose her sanity.

"It’s been so long..." — Paul gasped, touching the visage of the nauseous woman who appeared graceful, lifting it so the beauty could be admired... until patience would be lost. — "Open those eyes. Look at me, Marianne."

A second was the only time he gave her before his hand would shake and squeeze her jaw harmfully so the anthracite would be unlocked by the long eyelashes. And watching them look directly into his golden hues, the hardened demeanour with which he demanded her stare quickly melted into a pesky grin.

Dirty like his depraved wishes, he leaned onto her visage, draining her blood from the surprise a dangerous movement could have been... yet his lips did not touch hers even as he craved it, pressuring her cheek with the force needed to restrain the forbidden desire of the sibling.

’ . . . h- he almost... I’m sure he wanted- he wanted to-...’ — Shaken by the disgrace and disgust this meant, Marianne’s muscles stressed themselves from the unbelievable doings of the sibling, unable to thread her thoughts correctly at the shock and sensations these actions, as well as another soul’s past, invoked.

"I won’t do it... even though we made sure no one would see us... Only once we get out of here, will we be able to feel this happiness thoroughly, my-... my Marianne... Marianne..." — Another hurtful press of his lips and whiff of his breath stroked the mortified skin of the Lady. Continuing to ignore her true sensations that rejected him deeply while seeing them as joyful in his unstable mind. — "I’ve prepared everything. I’m taking you with me, so never again will anyone separate us."

— Like this... we will always be together... —

"..n..." — ’...God.... please no...’

"Haha yes. No one will get in the way this time. Those guards that were placed on you... won’t even know what happened... It’s perfect... everything was planned and so that’s why we can be like this... I’ve done well, haven’t I, my dear... oh, dear little sister?" — Paul, mesmerized in his insanity told to the frightful wide hues he deemed as delighted to the horrifying news. Cuddling his nose to the woman’s restricted cheek feeling delighted by the forced closeness. — "The time we had to wait is finally over. My loved Marianne..."

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