4

Cressida 

Usually In a situation like this my brain goes into a fight or flight mode but I couldn't do either of those. 

Savaş took both options off the table as he had me trapped against my own car, I couldn't fight, hell I could barely breathe with this position we're in and flight was also out of question. So what the fuck was I supposed to do? 

He finally removed his hand from my mouth and I didn’t waste my chance to ask any question that came to my mind.

"What are you talking about?" I asked and had to use all my strength so that my voice wouldn't tremble because I was afraid but that wasn't all, there was something else going on with me because of this situation and I didn’t like it.

"I don't appreciate it when people pretend that I don't exist, Arne and you of all people don't get to do that." His voice was so low and dangerous that it should have me running the other way as quickly as I could but it felt like I was paralysed. 

"I didn't do anything to you!" I yelled at him, not caring who he was or what he could do but even that little bit of courage that I had disappeared when the hand on the back of my neck transferred to the front of it as he pulled my back to his hard chest, forcing a gasp to leave my lips as well putting a distance between me and the car.

But before I could try to move my hands and try to escape, he placed both my hands, placing them in front of my body, then slammed me and himself on the car doors again, blocking any chance for me to use my hands. I was trapped. Literally. 

The hand that was still on my throat squeezed a little bit, not enough to choke the life out of me but enough to scare the shit out of me.

"Exactly." What? What the hell does he mean by exactly?

As if reading my mind he spoke again. "That's exactly my problem, Güzel. You didn't do anything, you pretend as if no one else exists but you and your redhead… maybe I should ask Oliver to pay her a visit?" The moment he mentioned Talia, it felt as if a new alarm set itself in me as I found myself yelling quickly and struggling against him.

"No!" My struggles and screams died when he tightened his hand around my throat, he was one step away from stopping air from reaching my lungs.

I was breathing heavily and my heart was beating wildly and I'm sure he could tell from his hold on me but even after thinking of all these things I still talked even though it was too hard.

"Please leave her out of whatever this is. She has nothing to do with it." I thought that maybe if I cried he would've let me go but I… couldn't. Ever since I was nine it felt like I lost the ability to cry, I didn't cry at my mother's funeral or whenever something bad happened to our family. 

I simply never cried and I no longer know how to. 

"How would you know? If you don't remember and weren't here for a very long time, then how do you know that she has nothing to do with it?" He was right but he didn’t even give me time to think when I felt his other hand slide under my shirt until it rested right beneath my bra.

I didn't breathe the whole time he was moving his hand and even when It stopped, I couldn't breathe. 

By what right does he touch me? 

"W-what are you doing?" I never stuttered in my entire life so why did I do that now? More importantly, what does that son of a bitch want from me?

"Answer my question." He demanded and moved his hand a little higher so it had settled on breast but he didn’t do anything else… yet.

"I don't know alright. I just know that Talia isn't a psychopath so she wouldn't possibly be involved!" I was losing it. My calm façade. My expressionless face. Savaş was changing everything in me.

He only hummed as his hand on my breast became a little tighter but no move was made yet. "So you're saying that you are?" What is it with him asking me question after question? And worse is that I didn't understand half of them.

"What?" I'm starting to feel like I said this word a lot even though it's not my fault… it's his, it's always his.

"You're saying that you are a psychopath? Because you have something to do with this then that must mean you are a psychopath too." He sounded so calm saying this, he even might have sounded bored but I knew he wasn't, I knew he was enjoying himself because… because the evidence was poking against my lower back.

He was enjoying this sick game of his because Savaş Ewald was a sick and twisted person who didn't know limits.

"Let go of me, you sicko!" I screamed and would've slapped the hell out of him if I could and was about to start struggling again when he yanked my bra down and took my already hard nipple between his middle and forefinger, pinching it harshly.

I bit down on my lip to block out any sound that begged to leave my mouth. Was I enjoying… this? Was I enjoying his touch? No! 

There was no way that I am. I'm pretty sure it was me not being with someone for a while now. That's why my body is giving a reaction to him not because I was enjoying this.

He kept on his assault on my nipple while he asked in a voice that gave serial killer vibes I swear.

 "If I'm such a sicko then why aren't you fighting me, Güzel? Why aren't you putting that pretty little mouth to a better use and scream, instead of using it for stubbornness…" He removed his hand from my throat only to place it between my locks and pull my head back by my hair while his lips made their way to the side of my throat.

"Because you are a sicko just like me, Ida. You just do not realise it yet." With that said, he started sucking and nibbling on my throat while he pinched and rolled my nipple between his fingers, making it even harder for me to keep my mouth shut.

My mind was clouded with the sick twisted pleasure I was having in this. Could he be right? Was I sick like him as well? 

No, no I couldn't be like him, I'm be–Ahh! 

He but down on the side of my throat harshly and I knew his bite it was going to leave a mark there and I only wanted one thing now… to find release because it might have been months ago since the last time I had some action in my sexual life and the son of a bitch just gave me an awakening that I couldn't escape, it was one that had my knees go weak. I hate him! 

But he knew how to push all the right buttons and damn him for that.

I knew that I would reach the release I'm chasing just by a little friction in that one place. I was already on the edge but suddenly… he stopped.

The bastard stopped, placing my bra back in place and he let go of my hair then stepped away from me and I had to grip the car so I wouldn’t fall on the ground.

I turned around to glare into those green eyes that were darker than before while he was smirking. Fucking smirking at me!

How was I so stupid to think that he would actually do something nice to me? Idiot! 

"You didn't think I'd give it to you for nothing in return, right?" Of course he'd ask for something in return because he's Savaş fucking Ewald. People like him always ask for something in return. Bastards.

He opened his arms widely like he did the first day I arrived at this school as he said. "The fun is just getting started, Ida. You haven't seen anything from my hell yet." 

That was a scary promise. One I should run away from but instead I found myself wanting to know what kind of game this is.

I found myself drawn to this darkness. 

The allure of darkness was always like a beacon that even the most innocent people would be drawn to.