Stepping past the light spilling out from the bathroom I can see he is covered in blood. My eyes widen as a small gasp escapes my lips. Smacking them tight as his head whips in my direction. Narrowing his eyes he stalks towards me a frightening smirk pulls tight on his lips.
“Nico what's wrong? Are you okay?” He ignores me as he advances on me. Stopping at the end of the bed he reaches out gripping my ankle before jerking me down to him on the bed. Being this close to him, I can see how dilated his eyes are. The silver almost wiped out entirely as blackness consumed them. Trying to calm myself and steady my breathing, I am not quite sure what to do. He hasn’t really lost control like this since after the engagement party. Even then I would dare to say that was mild compared to now.
He climbs onto the bed, kneeling over me as he unbuttons his jacket. Extending his arms back he lets it fall to the floor with a threatening thud. Slowly reaching down he begins to unbutton his shirt discarding it with his jacket. All the while his cold eyes never leave mine. Daring to look down at him, I see he is bleeding from a wound just above his chest.
“Oh my gosh Nico!” Reaching out to touch him he grabs my hands. His grip tight and hard around my small wrists, as he forces them back onto the bed. The blood that was not yet dried on his hands smear onto my wrists, looking black in comparison to my tanned complexion. Shifting my hands into one of his, he reaches down pulling his slacks and boxers off, leaving him bare over top me.
“Nico.” I try again, in the most calming voice I can manage to get out with my fear starting to rise up. He doesn’t grace me with even a look as he reaches between us pulling my own shorts off in a rough movement. Realizing now what he is trying to do, I squirm underneath him.
This is not how he will take me. Not like this. Not with him as this monster. Growling deep and low at my struggle to get out from under him he reaches back down gripping my panties in his fist as he yanks back. The fabric tearing under his strength, lashing across my skin where it had strained before it tore leaving behind a sharp stinging. Struggling to release my hands from his grasp is futile, he is way too strong for me and can easily overpower me in every way. Forcing his body back down on mine I feel the warmth of his blood soaking through my shirt, causing it to stick to my skin. The smell of metallic and iron hangs thick between us. Reaching between my legs he forces my legs open settling between them as his erect cock pulses against me.
“Nico please don’t do this.” At hearing my words he glares back up at me, at the same time he reaches up wrapping his hand around my throat.
“Didn’t I once tell you to learn when to shut your fucking mouth.” He snarls out, tightening his hand slightly. I can smell the sweet burning scent of alcohol on his breath.
Not willing to just lay here as he forces himself upon me in such a crude way, I speak up again, trying to contain the shaking in my voice. “Nico, don’t do this. Don’t ruin everything we have built. Please, if any part of you truly cares for me you won’t do this” I beg, pleading for him to hear me.
He roars out in frustration before he shoves himself off of me. Putting distance between us he goes to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. I lay there fighting back tears at my sudden relief. I don’t move an inch worried to make any nose and draw him back out to me. It's not until I hear the shower turning on that I climb out of bed grabbing new clothes and fleeing downstairs.
Locking the bathroom door next to his office I flip on the light. Startled by what greets me in the mirror. I can make out his handprint in red around my neck, my eyes still wild and dilated from the adrenaline. Looking down I see the rest of my body is not any better. My wrists are covered, along with smears on my thighs, waist and knees. There are two red burns from where the fabric of my underwear strained against my skin before breaking under his pull. My shirt is sticking to my chest, soaked in Nico’s blood.
A desperate desire to get it all off me I turn on the sink, tearing the shirt over my head. I try to scrub at the blood coating my body. Trying to not only wash off the blood but wash away the frightening memories of just now. By the time I'm done my skin is red and burning. Getting dressed, I now put on a long pair of sweats and a shirt, hoping not to provoke him further.
Cracking the door slightly I peek out listening to make sure I am still alone. Slipping out and down the hall I see the cause of the crashing noise I had heard upon Nico’s arrival. Shattered glass covers the floor on the opposite kitchen wall by the elevator, liquid still dripping down the surface. Glancing back around an open bottle of whisky sits abandoned on the counter. Grabbing a rag and the broom, I go over to the mess to try to clean it up. I begin picking up the larger pieces of glass off the floor, and any smaller pieces I am able to get before taking them back to the garbage to dump them inside. Going back I begin wiping off the wall as I see a shard of glass I had missed. Crouching
