Prisoning Truth
Doll Face. (13th Chapter)
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Giselle's POV:
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I slowly depart my palm from his cheek, slithering my waist away from his hold. This has been the first time that he has presented the hidden side of his humanity, and to be quite honest; it scared me. It did not, however, frighten me in a bad way, it was more of a shocking relevance that I never expected; but I knew that’s how he truly is deep down. I lean down to pick up my tossed shirt, wearing it in a high speed of shyness.
With the discovery of Harry’s emotional angle, I had the chance to see how wild I could be. Its like the shell of morality cracked, and through that tiny hole, I was able to spread my fearless wings like a butterfly’s evolution. “(He smirks) I preferred it off.” I roll my eyes in annoyance, while I try my hardest to hide the redness on my face.
“(I cross my arms over my veiled chest, as my serious tone emerges) You should get out, right now. I don’t see why you should be here. (I pause, recalling a good question to ask) How is it that you know where I live?” His brown boots pad in awkwardness, making my patience decrease.
“Are you going to answer today?” He sighs, shaking his ruffled curls. He stares at me for a constant time, silencing my thoughts and forcing me to concentrate at his seaweed eyes. “(His tone is blunt) You’re coming back with me to the villa. Its not safe for you to be here alone.” My eyebrows knot, as a scoff exits from my throat rhetorically.
“That isn’t going to happen. And what do you mean I’m not safe here? I’ve been living on my own for the past seven years. (I chuckle in rudeness) Trust me when I say the following: I’m safer here, then I’ll ever be with you.” Harry's vocals release an annoyed groan, as he walks closer to me. “I don’t have time for this, doll face. If you want your future to be secure, trust me and do as I say. If not, then stay here and rot.”
I poke his chest in a warning gesture, feeling the tension rise once again between us.“Stop with the ‘doll face’ calling. I am not made out of porcelain or plastic, and I am not a thing I am a person. (I sadden, while my face lowers) Besides, I’m not perfect like the toy figures.” He grunts under his breath, while his thumb swipes my chin back up to look at him.
“If you care about the boys, and if you care about yourself; you’ll come back with me now. And don’t underestimate your physique, Giselle. (He licks his lips, pausing before proceeding) You’re quite the eye catcher.” I want to blush, but at the same time there is something preventing me of such reaction. His words were sincere, yet they where rudely flirtatious; they sounded as a composition of a compliment and a sexual flirt.
“What will happen if I go back with you? Are you planning on tying me again to that chair in that dusty room? Will you force your disgusting kinky actions on me? (I whisper as my skin shudders) Are you going to hurt me?” Harry’s thumb moves slowly from my chin, scrolling over my jawline in an astonishing affection.
“I’m sorry for what happened before, and no you won’t be treated badly anymore. (I glare at him, emphasizing to make an oath to me on his words) I promise that you’ll have everything done the way want it to be.” He raises both his hands midlevel, chuckling in a defensive innocence. “(I groan) Could I at least have a day or so to think about this? Harry, you scared, abused, humiliated, and kept forcing your dominance on me. Plus, I still want to know why won’t I be safe here?”
He turns his back, walking out of the kitchen and into the living room. “(He calls) Fifteen minutes, that’s all I’m giving you doll face. Pack your clothes and essentials, so we could head back.” I mutter a curse under my breath; once I hear that hideous nickname he gave me. I guess this reuniting process with my sanctuary condo isn’t going to last anymore. Goodbye to my isolation, and hello to my new chaotic aggravation; aka Harry.
Giselle's POV:
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I slowly depart my palm from his cheek, slithering my waist away from his hold. This has been the first time that he has presented the hidden side of his humanity, and to be quite honest; it scared me. It did not, however, frighten me in a bad way, it was more of a shocking relevance that I never expected; but I knew that’s how he truly is deep down. I lean down to pick up my tossed shirt, wearing it in a high speed of shyness.
With the discovery of Harry’s emotional angle, I had the chance to see how wild I could be. Its like the shell of morality cracked, and through that tiny hole, I was able to spread my fearless wings like a butterfly’s evolution. “(He smirks) I preferred it off.” I roll my eyes in annoyance, while I try my hardest to hide the redness on my face.
“(I cross my arms over my veiled chest, as my serious tone emerges) You should get out, right now. I don’t see why you should be here. (I pause, recalling a good question to ask) How is it that you know where I live?” His brown boots pad in awkwardness, making my patience decrease.
“Are you going to answer today?” He sighs, shaking his ruffled curls. He stares at me for a constant time, silencing my thoughts and forcing me to concentrate at his seaweed eyes. “(His tone is blunt) You’re coming back with me to the villa. Its not safe for you to be here alone.” My eyebrows knot, as a scoff exits from my throat rhetorically.
“That isn’t going to happen. And what do you mean I’m not safe here? I’ve been living on my own for the past seven years. (I chuckle in rudeness) Trust me when I say the following: I’m safer here, then I’ll ever be with you.” Harry's vocals release an annoyed groan, as he walks closer to me. “I don’t have time for this, doll face. If you want your future to be secure, trust me and do as I say. If not, then stay here and rot.”
I poke his chest in a warning gesture, feeling the tension rise once again between us.“Stop with the ‘doll face’ calling. I am not made out of porcelain or plastic, and I am not a thing I am a person. (I sadden, while my face lowers) Besides, I’m not perfect like the toy figures.” He grunts under his breath, while his thumb swipes my chin back up to look at him.
“If you care about the boys, and if you care about yourself; you’ll come back with me now. And don’t underestimate your physique, Giselle. (He licks his lips, pausing before proceeding) You’re quite the eye catcher.” I want to blush, but at the same time there is something preventing me of such reaction. His words were sincere, yet they where rudely flirtatious; they sounded as a composition of a compliment and a sexual flirt.
“What will happen if I go back with you? Are you planning on tying me again to that chair in that dusty room? Will you force your disgusting kinky actions on me? (I whisper as my skin shudders) Are you going to hurt me?” Harry’s thumb moves slowly from my chin, scrolling over my jawline in an astonishing affection.
“I’m sorry for what happened before, and no you won’t be treated badly anymore. (I glare at him, emphasizing to make an oath to me on his words) I promise that you’ll have everything done the way want it to be.” He raises both his hands midlevel, chuckling in a defensive innocence. “(I groan) Could I at least have a day or so to think about this? Harry, you scared, abused, humiliated, and kept forcing your dominance on me. Plus, I still want to know why won’t I be safe here?”
He turns his back, walking out of the kitchen and into the living room. “(He calls) Fifteen minutes, that’s all I’m giving you doll face. Pack your clothes and essentials, so we could head back.” I mutter a curse under my breath; once I hear that hideous nickname he gave me. I guess this reuniting process with my sanctuary condo isn’t going to last anymore. Goodbye to my isolation, and hello to my new chaotic aggravation; aka Harry.
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