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Addiction

I enter the small room, taking a quick glance around,wondering where he is. I am here again, even though I know it is not a smart choice. Everytime I see his number on the display screen of my phone, everything stops. I forget about the rest of the world, I find myself listening to his orders without resistance. I don’t know how he does it but he has a powerful effect on me. I am instantly drawn, even when I know that he is not right for me. He is like a drug that I cannot fight off. I am addicted to him and he knows it. He can see right through me and he knows how to toy with me. Yet, I’m not happy with our situation. Every night I leave his place, I feel crumbled. I feel discarded like trash. But when he calls me back again, I’m willing again. This is such a vicious circle. A small sound interrupts my thoughts; he is here somewhere, moving. I can sense his presence. I have no idea of what to expect tonight. Like a predator, he has chosen his moment and his method and the only thing I know is that I will end up completely shattered inside. I look back towards the unlocked door; I can still get away. I know that he is observing me. Part of me starts to panic; I fear I will not be able to handle it tonight. I stare back towards the door, telling myself to move but my body betrays me. My legs refuse to obey, my hips refuse to turn. My heart is pounding in my chest and I’m shaking like a leaf, knowing there’s no escape. “Take off your dress!” a cold voice orders. I jump at the ...

... sound and turn to find myself facing him. The lights flick on suddenly and I close my eyes. I realize that it was done on purpose; he wanted to see what I would do. He enjoys playing with my nerves, it excites him. I open my eyes to find him sitting in his rustic armchair, just a few feet away from me. My eyes meet his. They are cold; his expression is hard and distant. I hate it when he looks at me like that. I feel trapped. I hesitate and stand there, biting at my bottom lip. He’s waiting and watching, a small smile on his lips. He’s enjoying my discomfort, knowing the ball is in his court. I tell myself to relax as I reach behind me, gently tugging at the zipper of dress and pulling it down. I stand there, dressed only in my underwear while I curse myself for being so devoted to a man who doesn’t deserve me. I look up and see that his expression has changed. He looks wild, his eyes gleaming up dangerously. It was the same look. The one that he gave me the first time I saw him at that party. I remember how uncomfortable I felt when our eyes had met. He had stared at me so openly, not caring if anybody else noticed. He seemed like a hungry lion which had finally spotted his prey. I tried to escape when his attention was diverted, blending into the crowd of guests before making my way to the balcony for some fresh air. I was so troubled that night, unused to such behavior. He was handsome, there was no need to deny it but yet, something told me that I should stay away. I knew ...