Cecelia

"Are you trying to prove how much you have a hold on me? Is that it?” I asked, my voice hoarse.

“I’m not trying to prove anything. You were mine the moment i saw you and marked you, little mouse”

“And then what? am nobody's, i own myself. What are you planning to do with me?”

“What makes you believe I plan to do something?"

“I’m not stupid."

"I didn't say you were," he said with a smug look.

"I know this is only a phase before you move on to the next step.”

He pauses with his glass of whiskey halfway to his lips.

“What do you think I’ll do?”

“Fuck me?”

“Like i said, eventually.”