Every word stung only fueling the fire that burned inside of me. Every violated phrase was like gasoline to it, my fists began to clench and my jaw rooted. When the final mento had been added to the coke inside of me I exploded with anger, with no control objects levitated and broke. People dropped to the floor as the primeval instinct took over.
He threw his body weight behind the fist that edged closer to my face, it hit my jaw with such force blood pooled into my mouth. Pain erupted from the point of impact. With my own two hands I grasped his head in my hands and brought my knee cap up to his nose, there was a blunt crack and I released his dark haired head. Crimson leaked from both his nostrils and his nose was twisted right. He drew his fist back again and it ploughed into my stomach, it was like hitting a train head on. My guts smashed together, blood vessels bursting. I repaid this by punching his jaw, my fish collided with all my body weight. I continued this battering until he fell to the floor. His chest gently rose and sank with each shallow breath he drew in.
Tight ropes chaffed at my wrists causing crimson to ooze to the surface, before long the rough cream snakes were coated in a dark flaking mass that was added to every time I moved. Hunched over the bondage around my ankles held me fast. I spat from my dry mouth, I winced as the ropes dug further into my flesh. They easily sliced through the soft flesh, like a knife through butter.
The burning sensation in my throat grew more when I pressed the cool glass rim against my dry, cracked lips. A single drop of water traced its way inside my mouth, I savoured it. Thick saliva lined the inside of my mouth immediately sapping any moisture that may enter.
The bullets hit the target with extreme precision. They tore effortlessly through the soft human tissue, allowing the arteries to split. This coated the floor in a slick, thick liquid. Blood.
He had tousled dark brown hair, which was thick and lustrous. His eyes were a mesmerising deep ocean blue, flecks of silvery light performed ballets throughout. His face was strong and defined, his features molded from granite. He had dark eye brows, which sloped downwards in a serious expression. His usually playful smile had drawn into a hard line across his face. His perfect lips ripe for the kissing. His strong hands, slightly rough from working, held mine as he stared deep into my eyes. I couldn't help but blush. His smile etched its way back into his face. His body was warm and toned as he hugged me, comforting to the touch. His voice was deep, with an serious tone. His lips brushed my ear as he spoke, "I really do love you."
The swirling darkness was frightening. Curled tendrils beckoned the unknowing into to the realm, chaos descended. Menace, madness and confusion.