Part 50: You Are Mine

"Huh?" I asked. Something was oddly off with him. Had I made a mistake coming to his place? But if I hadn't I would only drown in guilt.

Ash turned to me, a little smile on his lips. "Where did you spend your night?"

"M... My night?" I could feel my breathing become shakier and shakier. I closed my eyes to calm my nerves. I was overthinking it. He couldn't possibly know anything, he wasn't a god for heavens' sake!

But he's a demon.

I jumped as Ash tightly grabbed my wrist. "Let me remind you. Who did you fuck with last night?"

My eyes widened at the sight of his face up close. He seemed unreasonably calm, his tone a laidback growl. That scared the hell out of me. Perhaps because it was all far from anything I had ever imagined.

I had expected that once he found out, if he ever did, he would shout at me, perhaps hit me, flung me off him. He would go after El and perhaps kill him, then return to tie me up and order me not to step out of his apartment without his permission ever again. He would probably take my phone to check who I was talking to and...

"Don't you just stare at me, tell me." He hissed pinning me against the wall.

"I... I..." I stopped myself. I wasn't going to tell him I slept with someone else, was I? "No one. Why would you think I fucked with someone else?"

He smiled. "As expected of you. A little bitch like you can't stay without getting laid. I can only imagine how many people you seduced when I was uncon..."

I gawped at him. "Seduced?" I huffed in disbelief. I honestly doubted I had the tiniest of skills required to seduce anyone. "What do you take me for? Some loose girl?"

"A horny bitch, to be precise." Ash said to me. "I have told you that before, has he fucked your memory out?"

"You..." I stopped myself.

"What did you want to say?" Giving an emotionless smile, Ash moved away from me. "Listen, Princessah. I don't care how hungry you are. I don't mind fucking you over and over again. It would be my pleasure. But as long as you're still my bitch, only I can eat this." His hand stuck out and grabbed at my ass.

I jumped back. "Don't touch me."

He smirked before looking away. "Pretentious."

"I'm not pretentious." I rubbed at my wrist which was only then beginning to ache. "And I don't have the time to seduce anyone, I have enough people coming after me already."

Without warning, Ash's hand wrapped around my neck, holding me against the wall while depriving me of air. I instinctively grabbed at his powerful hand.

"Ash..." I writhed, my hands flaring to loosen his grip.

"You are mine. No one should come after you." He stepped closer. "Don't mention it again. Don't think it ever again. Understand?"

"Ash you're... killing me..." I thrashed against his grip. "I can't... I can't fucking breath."

"Killing you is not the point. I asked if you understand?" He growled, his grip tightening.

My neck bones were starting to ache, probably break as well. Forget my windpipe which seemed squashed already, but it was as though my blood had stopped flowing. I could feel myself  go dizzy, my vision blurring a little.

"Do you fucking understand?" Ash boomed and I felt myself nod. With a little cold smile and a slight nod of the head, he let go of my neck. "That's more like it."

I quickly grabbed at my neck with both hands and stepped away from the darned wall. A black wave passed at the back of my eyes making me feel dizzy for a second, however it was enough to make my knees give away and I landed on the ground.

The air I was breathing felt unnecessarily dry, my head throbbing as pain engulfed me. For some weird reason my ribs were aching whenever I tried breathing out.

From the corner of my eye I could see him stand by the drinks cabinet. He turned, a glass in his hand.

I swallowed dryly. He was still coolly composed. It was as though someone had possessed his body, controlling it but unable to merge his facial expressions to match his actions. His eyes browsed over me as he took a sip.

And that was the unfitting part. He was showing no remorse nor any acknowledgement of the state he had put me in.

But that was not the scary part.

I was afraid he would turn into my father. Growing up, I had seen that bastard abuse my mother and she couldn't do anything to him for the fear of society.

My mother worried about what outsiders said way too much for her own good. She chose putting up with that idiot simply because she was afraid people would ostracize her for changing boyfriends at her age. She chose letting me see the violent and ugly nature of the other gender over letting him go.

The scary part of it all was  that I would turn into my mother, settling for a lowlife asshole that knew nothing other than to abuse me.

"About that boy that you slept with," Ash raised his glass to examine it. "I'd appreciate it if you don't make that mistake again."

I smiled. I got to my feet.

"Where are you going?" Ash asked draining his glass.

"Home." I told him. "And I'd appreciate it if we don't see each other again."