You may have stolen me
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Thread Topic: You may have stolen me
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She and Nickola walked back inside. He led her through the estate back to her room. "I will be back soon" he said once he reached her door and quickly typed in the combination for the lock. "There's something I'd like to show you."
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Dahlia watched him type, trying to cover it up by holding her hand in front of her as if inspecting her nails. She didn't see him type all of the numbers as he was covering it up it up a bit, but she could have sworn she'd seen a 4. "What now, Nickola?" she sighed, too tired to protest.
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"You'll see," he said, opening the door for her. "It's a bit of a surprise."
Once she walked inside, he closed the door and got everything arranged.
About twenty minutes later, Nickola came in with multiple men, all bound and gagged, leaving the door open. -
Dahlia quickly stumbled back against the wall in shock, looking at the men tied up in front of her. She looked back up at Nickola with wide eyes. "What is this?"
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"These are the men who took part in your abduction from the bakery," Nickola said. He had a gleeful glint in his eye, as if this was the most momentous occasion in his life. "They caused you pain and terror. So, I will end them.
He whipped out his gun and one by one shot them in the head, their red blood staining the pale white carpets. -
Dahlia closed her eyes, but not fast enough to see the horror in the men's eyes, the blast of impact from the bullet as it hit the man's skull. She felt blood spray her ankles and turned her face into the corner as she heard the dull thud of the last body hitting the carpeted floor. Her breath came out in short, panicked gasps. This man was a psychopath. He was sadistic, twisted, and cruel. She didn't care if these people wanted to kill her. The only thing she wanted was to get far away from him, so he could never touch her with his corpse-cold fingers and whisper sweet nothings in her ear that made her shiver in fear.
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Nickola looked at the corpses with a satisfied expression before looking over to Dahlia. His face fell. He'd thought she would be pleased. She wasn't though, she was obviously in distress. But he was proving his love to her, how could she not be pleased with what he had accomplished?
He slowly began approaching her. "Dahlia," he said. "Look at me." -
"I-I won't," Dahlia tensed up as she heard the sound of his footsteps growing closer. She slowly turned around, pressing herself against the wall like a cornered animal. Her gaze flitted briefly down to the gore behind him, closing her eyes tightly. "Don't touch me."
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Nickola ignored her as he made his way towards her. He only stopped when their faces were less than a foot away from each other. He reached out and cupped her face in his hand, making her look up at him. "Why don't you like my gift?" he asked in a quiet voice as he looked at her with a perplexed expression on his face. He gently trailed down from her face and down her neck. "I was showing my love."
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Dahlia looked at him with fear, seeing droplets of blood on his cheek from the men he'd just killed in front of her. Her body recoiled at his touch, wanting to get away from him but being unable to. He had her trapped and she resented him for it. Did he really not understand what he had done wrong? She grabbed his wrist, drawing it away from her neck with her grip tightening.
"I told you I wouldn't look at you. I told you not to touch me. Everytime I tell you not to do something, everytime I set a boundary, you push forward so you can get what you want anyway." Her heart raced with adrenaline, blood drying on her skin. "You do what you want and don't listen to me at all. If you knew anything about me, you'd know that I didn't want this. Any of this! You'd understand that I. Don't. Love. You." -
Nickola's gaze darkened. "But I love you. And I won't stop until I find a way to make you love me." There was something in his tone that spoke a threat, something undetermined, but something there.
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"Then you will be very disappointed. I'll never give you what you want, no matter what you do to me. I'll never love you." There was a slight tremble in her voice, but the determination was still there. She glanced around, looking for a means to escape from his iron clutches.
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Nickola glared at her, then closed his eyes, forcing himself to rein in his anger. He looked back down at her and said, "Let's good have supper. I'm sure you'd like to get out of this room."
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Dahlia let go of her tight grip on his wrist, angling herself to move around him without having to touch him. She carefully avoided the gore around her, feeling sick. She was sure it would all hit in later, but her brain hadn't quite caught up to the horror of it all yet. She hoped it would stay this way for as long as this "supper" would last.
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Nickola led her through the house until they reached a dining room. "Sit," he said, gesturing to the dark wooden table. "Supper will be served soon. I will be back in just a few minutes.
He left the room and told the kitchen to set an extra place, and arranged for the bodies to be removed from Dahlia's room and for the carpet to be cleaned.
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