A Monster Hand-Made.

"Forgive me for what.." Amelia whispers, her eyes continuing to avoid his face entirely. In Jake's mind, she had something to apologize for. Yet on her own, she knew that her conscience was clear. Everything she had done was to save her life that day. Amelia would never change her actions, not even with the soft cooing of gentle words filling her ears.

One hand is felt on her chin, the gentle pull of her face guiding her now to look back at him. Tears still threaten to leave her eyes, as her ex lover's stare pierces through her. The rubbing of leather against her skin relaxes her muscles, yet her mind beckons her body to tense.

Falling for a trap he had laid bare for her, now grabbing her chin tightly. Amelia groans at the sudden grip, begging pulled closer towards his face. Lips almost a breath apart, eyes burning holes into one another. The way his breath hit her skin, caused her to flinch.

"What you did to me, how ya deformed me." Jake hisses, eye sending daggers through her skin. The once kind and calming facade had finally faded in front of her eyes. He was never genuine, she should have known by now. He continues, "This hole in my face was caused by you. You did this."

"I did nothing to you! I survived you, you hurt me." Amelia shouts, a disgusted look plastered across her face. "You tried to ruin my life only to be ready to murder me off if I wasn't smart enough." Her words don't seem to send any change of expression to his face, yet Amelia was all the more mad at the entire situation. He had come into her home, and now had grabbed, forced himself onto her.

She pauses, "I beat you, admit it Jake." Amelia's words finally caught a reaction, as her eyes peeked up at the man who gripped her so tightly. A curl of a smile beginning to pull onto his lips, a low and amused chuckle flowing from his throat.

Jake leans closer, tilting his head. "Beat me?" The tone of his voice was amused, as his large hand quickly pulled her thigh to his side. Amelia gasps, pushing her hands against his chest. She didn't want this, never would she have wanted his hands on her again.

Chuckling, his face leans closer. The space between the two of them is almost entirely closed. "The only way ya would've beat me–" Jake muses, leaning even closer to his helpless prey. "--Is if I was dead. Rottin' in the ground." His voice is but a mere whisper, filled with a teasing tone that sank her stomach. He enjoyed this: She was quite the opposite.

Amelia's glare holds onto him, furrowed eyebrows hung over her eyes. She tried her hardest to keep her gaze strong, ice cold. Yet the more he spoke, the more undeniable her emotions became. Everything that has surfaced on that fateful day. It all was rushing back, no matter how hard she tried to contain it.

"Yet, here I am." Jake continues in his normal tone, yet digging his fingers into her thigh.

Amelia winces at the sudden sting, squeezing her eyes closed. Turning her head to the side, the warmth of his lips can be felt. The air he let out from his lungs, used to form the simple words: "Taking what's mine again." Simple words from a venomous tongue.

A moment passes, before her eyes open once more. There's no motion, no speaking, only breathing. The heavy breathing of anticipation, of excitement from the taller visitor. She turns her head now to look at him, the pain in her eyes now daggers of a glare.

She hated him, with everything in her being. For what he did, for how he did it, for still being alive to continue his terrorizing actions. She had wished for a scenario other than this.

It was clear by her aiming so long ago, she was an awful shot.

Unable to even rid the world of an unfeeling monster. A man, far from even being human. Once having a beautiful exterior, blinding those from the sheer wickedness that feasted on the weak and naïve. If she had to get rid of him now she would: For good this time around. So with the lingering silence, Amelia's eyes searched his single one. Searching for his next move, his intentions, his plans for her position.

She could not read a single emotion. Nothing but true evil, nothing she had not seen from him before.

With a fast movement, her hand quickly goes to grip his throat. Startling her harasser, with a choke coming from his lips. She grips as tight as she can, watching as his head tilts back from the grip of her palm. His eye widened as it looks down at her, only for a laugh to leave his throat. A laugh of amusement, as if this was some sort of game.

Amelia was not amused, growling as anger laced her face. "Stop fucking laughing." She snarls, gripping his throat tighter.

This does nothing for her, as the man quickly wraps his larger hand around her wrist. Easily pulling her hand from his throat. As if her grip held no gain after all: Like he was acting defenseless, letting her think she had the upper hand. Jake rubs his nose against hers, almost taking in her scent.

"Still my feisty lil' woman." Jake teases, pressing his forehead against hers. Eye shaded of light blues staring down at her, his entire body looming over her.

He was too close to her, too undeniably close to keep her mixed feelings at bay. The way his stare held on her, how close his body was to hers. She could practically feel the irregular pattern of his heart. While hers, was thumping harshly in her chest. If her heart could, it would burst from my chest.

The silence was deafening, able to hear the ringing in her ears. Nothing seemed to change in his movements, and if she moved they would push against one another.

Perhaps she never had the upper hand when it came to him. From the moment they had met, he had always pushed into her life. Avoiding him at every turn, years of constant denial and negligence for her heart. Jake Parker, was a handsome man with a slick tongue: Now turned into a deformed creature of the night. Something he truly was all along, under the beautiful face that shined under the stars.

What had gone wrong, she would never understand. He had told her many years ago, when he had first seen her he felt nothing to her. Even after being with her for over a year, there was nothing on his side of the relationship. Only until the obsession of her filled his senses, his thoughts. Only then, was he madly in love with her. In love with her in the wrong ways, for the most hance of reasons.

After he had killed those she loved, after she had killed the man she thought she was in love with.

An image that was no longer true, as hard as she wished to fight it. Here he stood, she wished he was a ghost. Not flesh, not breathing, unable to taunt her any longer.

The silence is overbearing now, the heavy breathing of both parties filling the corners and walls of her condo apartment. The tension stiff, the air thick: You could hear a pin drop within the breathing of lungs. He was close enough to do anything he desired, and yet he waited. Taunting her, keeping her trapped within his body. Unable to determine his next move.

Until his lips smashed against hers. Overpowering her in an instant, hand gripped onto her thigh. The other, cupping her cheek with a rough grip. Amelia's eyes instantly widen, using her hands to try to push him off of her. This wasn't supposed to happen.

He was supposed to be dead, he was supposed to never be able to touch her again. He was a menace to her entire being. Her brain didn't want this.

Then why did a part of her heart yearn for his touch? How could any part of her wish to have his blood covered hands all over her? The more his lips continued to press against hers, the more she pushed his chest away: Her heart had won.