What Lies: Dark Romance Thriller (Existential Angst Book 1) by Madison Willow

Author:Madison, Willow [Madison, Willow]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-10-07T00:00:00+00:00

But in reality and for the existentialist, there is no love apart from the deeds of love;

no potentiality of love other than that which is manifested in loving.

― Jean-Paul Sartre

“You’ve made your choice, then.” I raise my eyes to His cold smile, watching His brow arch up with His lips.

A warmth spreads to His eyes. I meet it with a hard glare and laugh one loud, “Ha,” finishing with a ragged, deep breath in and out.

Without looking away from me, He reaches into the desk drawer to His right. My anger falls away quickly, replaced with panic so suddenly my pulse jumps in my throat.

I start to shake my head, my lip trembling with an unvoiced plea.

I can’t see what He has bunched in His fist as He moves quickly to stand behind me. Kicking out, I feel the ineffectual impact of my heel to His shin and only cause new cuts to my wrists with the movements. A cry starts to escape me, but it’s torn in half by His grip in my hair, forcing my head painfully back.

Panting is all I can manage as the touch of cool silkiness and tight pressure is brought over my eyes. A blindfold?

I can’t even blink inside my new torment; my lids are tightly sealed. My panic increases, each pant lost too quickly.

Nearly jumping with the gentle pressure of His hand around my throat, I hiss as the feel of more warm blood crawls from my wrists.

“Shh. Breathe, in and out, slowly for me.” With my pulse thumping against His fingertips, a message in Morse code I have no control over, my body settles.

I follow the rhythm He sets, pushing away thoughts of Him watching how I move with it.

I can’t pass out. Strung up like this, I’d probably break my arms if I did. Feeling some calmness return with this rational thinking, I take a deeper, steadying breath.

Imaginary spots of light finally fade as the burning in my lungs cools. His heat washes over me in waves, and I’m oddly comforted to not be alone in here, unable to move and now blind.

This is messed up! I’m here, like this, because of Him. I shouldn’t be feeling anything but disgust and anger…and fear.

I feel none of those.

My feelings have always been something I keep safely tucked away. Now, they are lost to me.

I feel only His steady breathing and gentle touch, and it sends a shiver down my back, a familiar response to the juxtaposed comfort and pain He offers.

I know there’s no point to my fear, at least of the unknown. Besides, it’s not exactly unknown. I know He’ll hurt me. I have no choice but to accept that.

The choices He gives me are jokes.

Powerless and without any hope of escaping, the only disgust I have is with myself for giving in so easily. Again .

Except that doesn’t ring true.

No. With no choice, I can’t blame myself for any of what has already happened…or for what may happen next.

These leaden thoughts feel strangely light, like words misting around me.

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