Chapter 10: Partially screwed

☆Y/n's pov☆

I'm currently pinned to this bed, about to face the consequences.. My stalker... hell kidnaper is atop of me looking hellishly terrifying but.. hot. He had my wrists tied already and he now has me pinned down by my waist too.. that's just not fair now is it. His ice blue eyes stare into my soul as his grin reaches from one ear to another... how did i go from hating this man to finding him hot?? i don't know and in just a day too.. what is wrong with me??

He shifts his grip, moving his firm..rough but somewhat gentle touch up my sides.. The look he's giving me clearly says i have no consent.. no say in this and as my situation finally renders perfectly, My stupid senses get knocked back...The excitement vanishes.. I come down from whatever high i was on and fear completely takes over.. like make up your mind please

He grips my sides... Its hurt, I brought this on myself.. this is my fault, I was the one who provoked him.. it was me who started this and now im having to deal with whatever the hell he'll do to me. I'm scared.. It's like my consent just got thrown out the window.. hell it was already out the window when he stalked and broke into my house prior to kidnapping me.. DOESN'T ANYONE NOTICE I'M GONE??!

I feel a searing pain on my sides.. it hurts so much.. so much so that tears fill my eyes, His fingers dig into my skin gripping me sides.. As he presses his body and mine down hard against the bed.. I don't want this, this hurts.. make it stop.. please stop.. i mumble without knowing i did, tears fall down my face... then i feel something, his grip.. it...

☆Dabi's pov☆

As soon as my grip tightens i see her face contort, tears stream down her face and her mumbled words struck at my heart cordes.. Any anger or desire i had disappeared, I wanted to show her i love her.. So why am i making her cry? and for the wrong reasons too.. I loosen my grip and retract my hands off of her body, i lift myself up off her and walk towards the rooms door.

i stand in front of the door and reach for the door handle, As i open the door i take one last look at her face, It's full of confusion.. fear.. and relief.. With that one glance i walk out and close the door behind me. I take a walk outside my safehouse to clear my head, The image of her tear filled eyes replayed over and over which struck something in me.. something deep inside me.. If only she knew who i was, if only she knew i was the same person she once adored.. but ...that was a long time ago...