Inhuman

37: MK

I looked around at the walls, covered in pictures, and thought of something. "What about my lug-"
Dominic interrupted me immediately, "your dad already put it in your room," when Dominic said this, I ripped my hand from his grip.
"He's not my dad," I said firmly, anger coarsing through me.
Dominic looked at me with disappointed eyes, even sympathetic. "I'm sorry, he's not your dad. You're right, but of you get to know him," he said taking a stair-step down so that we were now on the same one, "you may begin to understand him," he said in a calming voice.
He smiled, "now come on; I want you to see your room," grabbing my wrist, he began to run up the stairs, forcing me to run at the same pace as him.
We got to the second floor.
There, I saw four doors; one black, another with a keep out sign, a plain white one, and the last a deep blue.
Still holding my wrist gently, he led me to the one that in which was a deep blue. Dominic opened the door and pulled me inside. It was a beautiful room, beach themed, with light blue walls, a blue bed with fitted sheets striped deep blue, like the door, and white, the small desk and chair were the same color as the bed and walls. There was also a sailor's hat, safety float for lifeguards, and a laptop on the desk.
Allowing me to look in awe, Dominic a walking over, grabbed the sailor hat, and popped it on my head, covering my eyes, "hey," I said when he covered my eyes.
I lifted the hat and saw Dominic staring at me with an almost hungry look.
He stepped toward me as if in a trance. I put my hands up to his chest, creating a gap in between us. He tilted his head slightly and placed his hands on mine. I began to get worried, he pushed me arms out and to my sides, then closed the gap I tried to make. He put one hand on my right cheek and the other on my waist, pulling me toward him. "Um," I placed my hands on his shoulders and tried to push away from him. "Dominic, let go," I said with worry in my eyes and voice.
He let go of me, allowing me to push back and place my back against the wall, creating An even smaller space than before. Instead of trying to close the space again, Dominic placed his hands on the wall on both sides of me. He sighed, as if taking in how I looked, like that was going to change. He leaned in and began to whisper in my ear, "you have no idea how hard it is to restrain myself. Come to think of it; since you'll be living here, I could just restrict you from leaving," my eyes widened. What was he talking about.
He leaned in, placing his lips on my neck. I felt something sharp on my neck-

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