Chapter 6 Her Life In This World Is Coming To An End

• Justin's face splits a grin, wide and open, showing his pearly white teeth. Michelle stares blankly at him with wide, horrific eyes. Frightened by his expression, she takes in a sudden intake of breath. It's enough to make the baby hairs on the back of her neck stand up,
• Justin inches closer. She tries to shuffle back, but she's painfully aware that there's nowhere left to go, nowhere she can hide.
• Trapped. No way out. She searches for something, anything.
• At eighteen, she was ready to explore the entire world, and learn languages and new cultures. But with her back to the rough concrete wall, she casts her horrified eyes toward the psychopath creeping toward her. Her life in this world is coming to an end, she can feel it. Ain't life cruel?
• With the limb she'd given him, he takes three steps to meet her, to have the pleasure of watching the horrified recognition of what is about to happen spread over her perfect features.
• "I have money," she blurts out. "Lots of it. If–if you let me go, I'll—"she stutters.
• Michelle can feel the fear in her chest waiting to take over. It sits there like an angry ball propelling her towards an anxiety she just doesn't need right now. She tries to stay calm, and act like it doesn't affect her even as he moves closer. So close she could feel his breath on her face. His warmth on her skin.
• "Money?" Justin tests the word as if it's an unfamiliar word then shakes his head. "I don't need money." The cold look reflected on his face gives her shudders.
• His fingers are tightly closed around the cold surface of the metallic grey coloured gun. He seems to have no sense of humanity. His heart seems to be made of stone...That evil glint in his dark eyes. At that moment his motives are laid bare; he's someone who enjoys whatever torment he can inflict on his victims.
• Justin is enjoying the moment way too much. The look of horror in her eyes. Her face is stony but her heart is beating fit to burst. Maybe he can press her a little more.
• Justin's tall frame hovers over her as a dim sense of panic starts to nip at her skin. He takes a strand of her hair and twirls it around his finger.
• "I'm not short of money. I don't need it." He rasps. "How about offering me something else?" licking his lips as if his last thought was delicious. His stare is uncomfortable and it has the same effect on her breathing, constricted and shallow. Every move he makes betrays his intentions and none of them is noble.
• Michelle's brain stutters for a moment and her eyes take in more light than expected, every part of her goes on pause while her thoughts catch up.
• She gulps, her mouth dry and at a loss of words the moment she realizes what his last sentence means. Justin's answering grin is dark. He brushes a stray lock of hair off her forehead simply as an excuse to touch her. And so he can study her profile.
• She is shorter than him. At least 5'4 to his 6'3. Her features are delicate: high cheekbones, a small button nose, clear fair skin, and glossy pink lips. Her hair is shoulder length and dyed a platinum silver.
• Taking in shallow breaths. She looks small. Vulnerable. Beautiful. Her eyes large and bright, framed by the longest lashes he has ever seen. Oh, how bright her eyes are, shining with the tears that are yet to fall in trickling lines, streaking through the caked dirt on her face. She reminds him of a startled doe.
• His gun alights on her exposed neck, cold as a cadaver. He runs it from behind her ear to the edge of her low-cut shirt.
• "So pretty."
• Michelle breathes deep. In. Out.
• Justin stands close enough for her to breathe in his scent. His fragrance soothing, it swirls around her emotions as her head swims, and all previous thoughts stop in their tracks. He has the fragrance of every safe place she ever hid as a child, so familiar. There's something about his scent that evaporates her fear – her body has already begun to relax.
• His other arm wraps around the small of her back and in one gentle pull their bodies touch. Fingers curl into her hair – how he loves the softness – tugging to bare her throat. He leans in closer, buries his nose into her neck and audibly sniffs like a wine connoisseur taking in a fine vintage.
• She smells so...sweet. In that intimate space, so close to the nape of her neck, Justin already knows the scent of her is something he'd always crave.
• He sweeps her hair over her ear. Michelle feels his lips softly graze her slender neck and then kisses her neck, hard, pushing her back against the wall. Her insides go cold.
• This isn't right. His kisses upon her neck start a fire within her that no one else can ever ignite. She feels electricity in her skin, hormones shutting down of her higher brain. It feels like liquid adrenaline being injected right into her bloodstream - just enough to make her excited. She's not supposed to feel this way... She's not supposed to like it.
• He pulls her against his chest. His head moves to her left ear. His nose tickles her ear. She lets out a tiny gasp and squirms. She has never been so intimately handled before. Her face heats up.
• Justin breathes against the shell of her ear, a smile in his voice as he whispers what's coming next. Describing in explicit detail everything he intends to do to her. Michelle's heart starts to pound. She summons enough courage to meet his gaze.
• "Why are you doing this?" At that moment, she absolutely hates how breathy her voice sounds. She's trying to be indifferent. It doesn't do to let him know how much power he has. How he's affecting her.
• Her skin tingles when they lock eyes and her heart beats erratically in her chest so hard that she feels as if she would burst at any moment.
• Looking into his dark eyes felt like looking into the sun for too long – it almost burnt, but the burning sensation is satisfying. There are butterflies – no, an entire zoo – in her chest, but it feels good...so good. She bits her bottom lip, eyes everywhere but on Justin.
• "Why...?" He's silent for a long time after this question. And at last, he says: "Because...at this moment. You're mine to do with as I wish. I'm going to kiss you, drive you crazy, then stop, then do it all over again until you are tasting me like blood in your mouth. Until you're sick of it. Until you beg me to finish this. Even then, I won't. I'm just going to do every filthy thing to you until your mind and body explode. I'll destroy you in the most beautiful way possible." his breath even yet deep.
• "Please me and good things will happen, disappoint and bad things will happen. Do you understand me; I'm sure you'd like to stay pretty."
• Michelle's eyes are trained on some invisible spectre. It's as if her brain is suffering a massive short circuit and is struggling to compute. She's breathing fast, heart rate faster, unable to articulate a response.
• Justin touches her cheek with the side of his thumb, his lips forming a pensive grin. "You're now breathing... on automatic," he says.
• Michelle lets out a controlled breath and so suddenly that process she was unaware of is there in her thoughts as her breathing pattern changes. She looks up, then finally, and her wide blue eyes rest on him. They lock eyes for just a moment, just enough for her to feel safe with him, just long enough to intoxicate her mind.
• His dark eyes twinkle.
• He knows! He's trying to make her feel this way. To want him.
• Seducing her is easy. He'd move into her personal space with just the right look of heat in his eyes. He doesn't just look at her, he looks into her as if he knows her desires. Then comes the smooth touch of his body, poised, just the right blend of relaxation and tension. He knows that once he kisses her neck her resistance will crumble. - Desire is not always lessened by disgust.
• After just a few delicate touches of his warm lips, her hands will start to do his bidding.
• Justin has never kissed a woman without knowing she wants it too, usually more than he did, and he doesn't know what she wants. So, he'd ask for permission.
• "What would you do if I kissed you right now?" Michelle's mind is sent reeling, unable to comprehend or process. She stares at his beautiful face and his beautiful mouth and she wants nothing more than to taste it.
• At this, Justin leans in impossibly closer, the slender muscles in his forearm flexing as he binds his elbow to bring himself nearer to her. She's heady with the proximity of him and grows legitimately concerned that her heart might explode.
• Maybe he isn't asking. Maybe she doesn't mind. Her eyes flutter shut, dark lashes fan out over her pale, fragile skin.
• "I would kiss you back." Regaining the ability to speak, her voice so low and breathy it sounds more affectionate than was meant. The anxiety in her voice almost undid him.
• Not that she's easy, she knows well enough to avoid letting a man lay his hands on her. Even so, she is smitten all she can do is go along for the ride and pray her instincts are right.
• Taking that as permission, Justin grins at her in a teenage way, full of mischief. He can feel the tension in his own body, the effort of holding back, taking this one chance, however dangerous and stupid and unwise, and kissing her the way he had thought he would never, in his life, be able to kiss her. His brain and body are not in any way in coordination.
• Michelle watches as desire shines in his eyes. His eyes never leave her lips. She stands there frozen. She knows what he wants to do but still, she stands there, waiting. She wants it too. She wants to be kissed by this man no matter how dangerous he may be.
• She is attracted to this man even though he's dangerous. And he knows it too. He can see it. Strangely, she hopes he feels the same.
• Justin's hand moves down her cheekbones to her lips. The urge to kiss her takes over. He brushes his lips on hers. And that is it. All the self-control he'd exerted drains, like water crashing through a broken dam.
• The kiss is sweet, soft and a bit hesitant on the girl's part. Her lips move hesitantly against his. His lips feel soft against hers, warm and nice.
• Justin moves his arm – the one with the gun – and wraps it around her waist pulling her closer to him. With his other hand, he curls his fingers in her hair in a tight grip. With the gentlest tug, he tips her head back, deepening the kiss. She gasps into his mouth, giving his tongue an opening and he expertly explores her mouth. Her body shivers against his. Desire explodes throughout her body. It just felt right. Her lips just felt right on his.
• His kiss roughens, almost eating at her mouth, greedily sucking at her tongue as it's constantly demanded by his. And just like that, he steals her first kiss. She strains helplessly in his arms...she couldn't move even if she tried. It's like his touch and his kiss has short-circuited her mind in the best possible way.
• The unfamiliar feeling twists in her stomach making her legs feel weak. Her knees knock against each other. Her mind is unable to process the pleasure so fast. Justin presses his body against hers and he clings to her more tightly.
• Michelle's up on the tips of her toes, kissing him as fiercely as he's kissing her...
• As though something had not happened, Justin jolts back to reality. He pulls away from her before it is too late, stepping back...
• Michelle stares at him. Her lips parted. Her eyes wide.