My Abusive mate [revisioned]

14. Wrong cat

Adonis's hand suddenly reached out to prevent me from losing my balance on the dance floor.

The music throbbed through the room, and I couldn't help but let it wash over me, lost in the rhythm.

Adonis leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear as he gently urged me to call it a night, his voice tinged with concern.

His words, though caring, only fueled my desire to stay on the dance floor. I ignored his suggestion, shaking my head as I twirled and swayed to the music, not ready to let go of the moment just yet.

The pulsing beat drove me forward, the music creating a world of its own around us.

Adonis watched me with a mix of amusement and worry, torn between wanting me to rest and letting me enjoy the night.

  I couldn't resist the urge to keep dancing, wanting to hold onto the feeling of freedom and euphoria that the music brought me.

I opened my eyes, looking up at Adonis, his eyes full of worry. "Relax, I'm doing just fine," I said, feeling the music as I swayed and tilted my head back, holding onto his arms.

  He tensed up under my hold for a second before relaxing.

"I don't know if I should be worried or think it's funny that you're dancing like a wild woman to classical music right now," he said, holding onto my elbows.

  "It just moves through me," I said, tilting my head upright to look at him. My hazy mind doesn't care what this beat is; classical sounds good enough for me.

As Adonis stood before me, I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement.

His comment lingered in the air, fueling my decision to suggest a spontaneous game.

With a mischievous grin, I kicked off my heels, ready to engage in a playful challenge.

The moonlight illuminated our surroundings as I explained the rules of our impromptu game of cat and mouse.

  Adonis, intrigued by the proposal, agreed to participate.

I took off running towards the open field, reveling in the thrill of the chase.

  The cool night air brushed against my skin, adding to the exhilaration of the moment.

Glancing back, I saw Adonis begin his pursuit, his figure blurred by the shadows cast by the moon.

Despite the odds stacked against me, I felt a surge of adrenaline as I darted towards the treeline.

The anticipation of being caught by Adonis only heightened the excitement coursing through my veins.

  The game was on, and I was determined to make the most of my head start before the inevitable catch.

As I sprinted through the forest, the branches scraped against my skin, adding to the adrenaline pumping through my veins.

Taking cover behind some rocks, I held my breath, listening intently for any signs of pursuit.

As the footsteps drew nearer, my heart raced with anticipation.

Suddenly, a strong hand yanked me from my hiding spot, sending me crashing to the ground.

Confusion clouded my mind as I realized it wasn't who I expected.

"Sebastian?" I stammered, trying to back away only to find my dress trapped under his foot.

His menacing presence sent a shiver down my spine.

Ignoring my questions, he subdued me, forcing a pungent liquid down my throat.

Panic set in as I struggled against his grip, futilely calling out for help.

Unmoved by my pleas, Sebastian dragged me along, my limbs heavy with dread.

  I desperately resisted, but his hold was unyielding.

The forest echoed with my cries for Adonis, a haunting reminder of his absence in my time of need.

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Sebastian's skin felt like it was on fire as he pushed me into a room and locked the door.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked, feeling scared.

"You think you can just run away?" he said, giving me a push on the shoulders.

  I let out a growl from his actions. "Honestly, I don't even know you, and I don't want to," I said with a growl.

Sebastian wagged his finger, then lifted my chin and made me look at him as he tsked, feeling the electricity from his skin on mine."It's not up to you," he said firmly.

  I pulled my head away from his hand, looking at him with disgust. "And it's none of your business to interfere with my choices," I told him.

Looking into Sebastian's eyes, which were the same green color as my dress, I observed his silent gaze and heard him express, "You will regret ever running off from here," just as a noise knocked from the door behind him.

  He paid no attention to it. "I, Abby Sallow, reject-" I was interrupted as my head turned abruptly to the left.

Upon realizing that my so-called mate had slapped me, my hand trembled as it instinctively covered my cheek.

"You will not reject me, nor will you disrespect me. If you wanted to leave that attic, you must behave and obey my commands. Understand?" he stated ominously, in a hushed tone.

I adamantly avoided making eye contact with him, keeping my gaze fixed on the wall and refusing to agree with his words.

"Why do you want me here?", I whispered, feeling my tears reappearing.

"Why do you want me to stick around so bad?" I questioned Sebastian, avoiding my questions, turning around and leaving.

I heard the door lock as I dropped to my knees, crying. "I hate you!" I screamed over and over again.

Everything I have taken so used to has just been swept away from me.

All my new friends are gone, my freedom is gone. This is all because I wanted to play a game.

I'm the idiot.

I thought as I sat on the floor, leaning against the wall with my legs outstretched, looking at the door in front of me.

The floor was cold under my legs.

The air itself was cold against my skin. I tried my best to fight every time my eyes would drift shut, trying to keep myself awake and stay alert.

But nothing in me could seem to win the fight against sleep as I faded into and away from a nightmare.

Adonis was right: I should have gone to  sleep.