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"what do you want!You've already taken everything, even I despise myself now, aren't you satisfied?I hate you so much!"my voice choked out with all the hate and despair I felt inside...

His gaze flickered momentarily before it became dark and hardened once more, he totally pushed me away from him , I almost lost my balance in the process

I found my shirt and bra that had been flung to a corner but my shirt was all torn, he'd completely ripped it off from me earlier ....

I couldn't wear it, it wouldn't be able to cover anything, I might as well be walking around naked and I still had two more classes before school dismisses

"you will wear mine"

He wasn't suggesting, it was more of a command

I completely ignored his words, I don't want anything that belongs to him.

An amused chuckle escaped his mouth,

"you can choose not to wear it, I'm sure you'll rather go around giving the whole school a view of your fat tits" as he spoke his gaze lingered on my nipples...

I cringed at the word fat, right now I felt the little self esteem I had vanishing completely

"but then you don't have that right, others can't see you, only I have the right on your body, only I...."

He threw his shirt at my face and I caught it using them to cover at my upper part

"you really won't get anything by being stubborn, except receiving more punishments from me " he spoke the words quietly but it still had the same effect on me like it would if he had yelled.

I choked back on a bitter laugh

"it doesn't matter, you still find ways to hurt me even when I've done totally nothing wrong "

"you are certainly right about that"

I flinched back instinctively when his knuckles grazed my cheeks ,his gaze was pinned on mine but It didn't seem like he was really staring at me , his gaze was distant, it was as if he was trapped in a trance of some sort

"your entire existence is wrong, you took away everything ...then you became my entire world "

My breath stilled....It wasn't just about his words, it was something about the way he said it.....

It was laced with so much loathe

It was suffocating....

Threatening to choke on my very breath ,squeezing the life out of me

"your entire world?What did I do to you ?"

He blinked twice as if surprised by his own confession

"what did I ever do, if you're hurting me I have the right to know why!" I repeated, my voice coming out louder and filled with all the frustration I felt inside

He totally ignored my question , it was as if I hadn't spoken at all.

He began to get dressed and I knew he won't be saying anything...

I began to wipe of his sticky liquid from my face and body, it was almost getting dried and stuck to my skin, I wanted to wash away all the dirty things he did..

To wash that dirty part of my mind that had secretly enjoyed it.

"leave it, you so look fucking perfect , and so fucking mine "