We try to hide our feelings, but we forget

Our eyes can speak.

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I looked at him petrified.

His rough hand clasped around my jaw, squeezing it enough to make me recontemplate my actions, but not enough to completely kill me.

His eyes held an anger which I didn't know he possessed until now. I thought he was angry before, but right now, he was livid, incensed. His eyes burned with passion, a fire enough to burn down an entire forest, enough to cause a massacre.

I looked on with terrified eyes, into his own hauntingly treterous ones. They promised something dark as a vicious grin took over his features. His hands switched position, as now his thumb caressed my jaw, leaving lightening in it's wake.

I tried to free my jaw from his hold, but the grip only tightened. "Stop!" I yelled in exasperation. His eyebrows raised, perhaps at my tone of voice. But in the next moment I regretted doing so, as he decided to step closer to me, resulting in me moving even more towards the wall. He saw his victory route and followed along with it, leaving no space between us.

"Do you really mean that, my love" he rasped out, his eyes occasionally trailing along the path of his thumb, which seemed to be getting closer to my lips. I tilted my head to the side, not wanting him to touch me so intimately. We weren't even married, who did he think he was!

"Get away from me mmm" my pleas were cut off with a prompt trap of his fingers. They clasped my lips together, making it hard for me to say anything.

"Shhh, my love. To be honest, I've had a very, very long day" he sighed dejectedly, but I knew better than to think he even had those feelings in him. "And your whining makes it no better. So why don't we go to bed and sleep" did he think I was stupid? That I'll willingly want to stay here, because if so he had another thing coming!

He let go of my lips much to my relief and stepped back. His tall, wide frame loomed over me, as I had to crane my head just to look up at him. He smirked seemingly knowing what I was feeling.

"What do you say, wifey"

"I say for you to stop calling me that!"

His eyebrows raised at my tone of voice, a dangerous glint passing through his eyes. I didn't care anymore that he was much more stronger than me, or that he could kill me right about now. No. I wanted to get away from him and I'd complete all the tricks in the book to do so.

"Listen here my little wife, and listen well. I don't want to keep reminding you whose in charge here because you know, so quit the bullshit. And of course you wouldn't need a reminder to know your families life is in my hands. I have eyes and ears everywhere, and with just a phone call your entire life will crumble before your eyes. So think wisely before you answer my question, dear"

Fear engulfed my senses, my anger long forgotten. Hell, I forgot what I was even angry about as soon as he mentioned my family. This man was dangerous, and I'm sure he had men everywhere to do his dirty work. For me to make it out of this alive, or even with a sane mind, I needed to be smart.

"Okay, I'll stay here" I sighed a deep and sad sigh, not wanting to say those horrid words in the first place. "But I will not sleep in the same bed as you"

"Oh but you will, you see, you don't have a choice in the matter. You never did. And besides, soon enough you'll be needy for me, dare I say yearning for me" I gasped at his use of language.

I'd rather die than ever feel such emotions towards you, you perverted demon!

He stepped forward, seemingly reading my mind, and bent down. He was now eye to eye with me. I looked deeply into those pools of hazel, the brown in them occasionally fighting against the green pigment. It was like a battle between good and bad. I was too deep in the vortex called his eyes to realise his hands encapsulated my waist in them, before he picked me up.

I gasped in shock, ready to throw a fit to escape from his hold, but like always, I was too late. An unwanted screech escaped from my mouth at the sensation of falling backwards, but I was dreadfully delighted to know there was a mattress behind me. Rafael then decided it was perfectly acceptable to directly lay on top of me.

Both his hands were placed on each side of my face, ultimately trapping me in the process. I could feel every inch of his body much to my consternation and I guess he didn't care. Neither of how close our bodies were nor of my feelings.

With a futile attempt, I tried shoving him off of me but it was no use. He was a murderer and along with that came the assasian skills. He could easily put me in a choke hold or worse, suffocate me with a pillow. Either way, I didn't want any of that to happen and just resulted in warning him.

"Stop! Please Rafael" I paused, hoping the use of his name would light something in his thick brain, perhaps bring back the humane emotions so he'd get off of me. But of course, like always, that plan soon went down the drain.

"Hmm" his nose lightly touched my cheek, my heart in my mouth, as it occasionally caressed my cheek before his head moved towards my hijab covered neck. If it was possible for a heartbeat to be lodged in a throat or even the tongue, then I believed the theory. It felt like with each passing millisecond, my mouth was beating faster than a horse in a race.

"My name sounds so, how do I say this...sexy from your little hot mouth. I wonder what else it could do. Would you care to enlighten me on this, my love?" There was a glint in his eyes, passing by quicker than a shooting star on a starry light. I couldn't even perform the normal task of breathing as it seemed too hard. Each of my breathing would land on him, and I'm sure he'd come up with an unwanted innuendo.

"You're a sick man Rafael!" I choked out, making sure there was an extra bulk of disgust within my tone. He must've caught onto this, his eyes now hardening and no longer supporting the arrogant smirk. He leaned back quickly, with my waist under his legs, and clapped twice. The lights immediately turned off, showing only the silhouette of the man on top of me.

An unwilling shriek escaped from my lips as I tried to push myself off of him. His body was too heavy, and I doubt I held some sort of magical upper body power. But still, I tried to free myself. A small amount of hope blossomed in my heart, upon discovering one of my knee was no longer under his finesse. Now I'd have to work harder in order to free my entire body.

Of course Rafael wasn't a fan of this as he growled out into the dark, ultimately blocking my pants and poor attempt at escaping. He pushed me back from the shoulders, digging my upper frame Into the mattress. A gasp escaped from me at the speed of how fast I was reeled back.

"There's one thing you should know about me, darling and that is I'm not a very patient man. So, for your own good, I'd stop moving about and get to sleep" he whispered into my ear, the hotness from his breath sending diabolical sparks across my face.

What would I do now to get out of this. Rafael was too stubborn for his own good, and I knew in my heart that no matter how much I cry, snap or even lash out, he wouldn't back down from his words. It was always I, as malleable as metal, bending to his every whim.

Upon discovering my relinquished state, he backed away very slowly and with each calculated movement of his, I could sense those deep hazel eyes lurking on me. They stayed fixated on me when I gathered myself, I could still feel them when I made my way to the bathroom. Even with the door closed, I could feel those pools of green and brown burning into my body and reaching for my soul, wanting to darken the brightness of it with his own darkened soul.

I brushed my teeth with a new toothbrush, consciously making sure to take as long as I could. I'd probably spent about five minutes just brushing my teeth and tongue well, before I moved onto my face.

Pilfering a glance at the products caused for a huge smile to break out on my face. There were so many varieties of cleansers and moisturisers, I couldn't choose. Nonetheless, I took my sweet time clearing away and residue of sweat and dirt off of my face before applying the expensive moisturiser. Any brand too hard to pronounce was definitely expensive, I'd concluded then.

Exiting the bathroom seemed like a hard choice yet it had to be done. The demon was sat on the bed, causally smoking a cigarette. My nose unknowingly scrunched up at the smell, making me want to go back into the bathroom. But before I could, he'd already stood up, and with a smirk, sauntered past me and slammed the door shut behind him.

My eyes closed in vexation. All of a sudden, an unforeseen wave of embarrassment settled deep within, rendering me frazzled. Never before had I slept in the same bed with a man before, and I sure as hell didn't want to continue with such an act, especially before marriage.

If only the demon understood this!

So, to the best of my ability, I found some extra pillows in the walk in closet and placed them in the middle of the king size bed. I'd have enough space to be on my side and not move further than these pillows.

Before the demon could exit the bathroom, I made haste in my movements and quickly got into bed, right at the edge. It was a poor attempt at falling asleep. I'd realised It wouldn't come that quickly to me, and if I was lucky, I'd probably get an hour of sleep at max. I sent off a small prayer to god, asking for him to forgive me, before attempting to sleep.

After a couple minutes of laying around, the bathroom door creaked open. I shut my eyes gently, wanting to come off as sleeping, as natural as possible. But I was a medical student, not a theatre student. Of course I'd fail in that department.

Footsteps pattered along the marble floor, coming closer to the bed. My body immediately froze, hesitant of the demons intentions and actions. I hope he doesn't do anything! Ya Allah I hope!

Alhamdulillah my prayers were answered, as the demon without making a single sound, got into his side of the bed and I'm assuming fell asleep. I waited a couple of minutes before turning around, but stopping in my task upon the realisation that I'd twisted my neck into the scarf, choking myself. I loosened it from around my neck, ensuring my hair was fully covered, alongside my neck, before looking in the direction of the demon.

I couldn't make out much, except for the moon's light illuminating his vast frame. Compared to him, I looked like an ant. Slow and steady breaths came from his side of the bed, putting my heart at ease. Good. He wouldn't try anything. Thanks to the grace of Allah.

I turned back around, now facing the window and occasionally glimpsed the magnificent moon.

Selenophile. It's what you call a moon lover. I guess it has always been a place of fascination for me, ever since I was a kid. I'd look out the car window and stare deep and doe-eyed at the moon, and wherever I went, it followed, never once making me feel alone. It was like a blanket of comfort in the deceiving dark, offering protection alongside a peaceful state of mind.

But looking at it now, something glinted on top the cheesy star, almost grinning down at my state. Was the moon laughing at my predicament? No it was all in your head Laila.

Suddenly I remembered the Mukhtars and how worried they must be of my absence. So, with cautious steps, I got out of the bed, my phone in my hand and exited the room. The demon was fast asleep, much to my relief, making my task all the more easier.

With little to no noise, I tiptoed towards the door, shutting it behind me, only to visibly cringe when the door made noise whilst shutting. I walked a couple of steps from the door, cautious of if the demon wakes up, I'll get a few seconds head start. Hopefully that wouldn't happen.

Ringing Lameesa took no longer than a minute, her voice calling through the phone.

"Salaam Laili, what's up?" I gulped, not knowing what excuse to feed her now.

"Wa alay-kamus salaam Umm Misa, I'm at my co-workers house today, her names Marissa..." I trailed on right about when the regret settled in. No no. I shouldn't have said that! I should have just said something came up at the hospital.

"Oh, okay. Is she trustable Laila? Are you sure you don't want me to pick you up?" Her voice sounded hesitant, as it should, but I shook my head, only to realise she couldn't see me.

"No no. Don't worry Lameesa. She's a really nice girl and if all goes well, you two can meet each other?"

"Yes" she gleamed, no doubt a smile gracing her features. "That can be fixed Habibi, just don't come too late tomorrow though, you know how worried mama and baba get. They were about to call the police today having not seen you around the house tonight. Good thing you called" she giggled, causing me to reciprocate the act.

I wouldn't put that past them. Good thing I indeed called Lameesa, otherwise God knows what they'd do.

"Yes In sha allah, if all goes well" I stated. A couple of seconds went past in silence before I decided to speak up.

"Okay then Misa, I'll see you tomorrow" I exclaimed lowly.

"Yes. I'll see you then love. Ma salaama"

"Masa Al khair, Ahlam sa'ida"

The phone call ended then. With nothing better to do, I turned around and gently opened the door. Thankfully the demon was in the same position as what he was in before. How was he able to sleep so fast? And that knowing the amount of blood he had on his hands.

I shook these thoughts from my head, not wanting to ruin my night more than it already was. If I left now, would the demon notice? He was fast asleep, so I could literally just walk out of here and occupy myself in another room. Yes I should do that.

I walked over to my side of the bed and grabbed my bag. Without any hesitation, I took one glance at the sleeping demon and walked towards my safe haven. Only for a voice to stop me read in my tracks.

"Don't even think about it" he gritted from behind as soon as my hands reached for the handle. I turned around in fear, my eyes wide in horror as if I'd been caught stealing candy.

"Come here" he rasped out, still in the position I saw him in before.

"No" I whispered out into the silence. He must've heard, as the next thing he did frightened me. In an instant he got out of bed and stormed towards me. I couldn't make out his facial expressions but judging from the speed at which he was walking towards me, I could tell he was incensed.

I turned around, my hands shaking in the process of opening the door, but before I could even make it out, his large hands clasped around my knees and waist, picking me up bridal style.

An unwanted screech escaped me mouth at his bizarre actions.

"I told you girl, I'm in no mood for fucking games. I was lenient before, but now you'll play under my rule" he all but growled, a tinge of his Spanish accent breaking through.

"Rafael please, I don't want to sleep in the same bed as you. Why don't you get that?!" A tear escaped from my eyes, slowly trailing down my face. I didn't want this, gosh! I never wanted this!

"Well too late for that" he finalised, before throwing me onto the bed, resulting in me shaking for a couple of seconds. What would he do now? More tears fell like rain on a stormy night, the more my mind conjured images of what may happen to me.

Rafael walked to the other side of the bed and flung the pillow barrier I'd set across the room. I watched on with horror filled eyes, as he got under the covers. I scooter away close to the edge, failing to ease my beating heart.

The demon seemed to grasp my movements, as he himself moved forward and with a curt stretch of his arms, grabbed the small of my waist and scooter me closer to him. My arms straightened out before me ontop his bare chest, acting as some sort of barrier. I could smell his woodsy cologne mixed with smoke. This meant I was far too close.

"Rafael, this isn't appropriate, please stop" my lips trembled, as more tears escaped my eyes. Stop crying you fool!

I could feel movement from above me, his head bending down to meet mine. I continued looking down, ashamed that my tears were freely falling in front of a monster who most likely fed off fear.

His hand which was around my waist reached for my face, his rough fingers wiping away at my cheeks. More tears escaped knowing I couldn't escape. Surprisingly, Rafael caressed my face, occasionally wiping away at the tears, his thumb doing a wonderful job of brushing against my cheeks. No! I tried fighting this feeling, but I didn't know whether I had it in me to stop.

"Shh" he began In a whisper, his hand returning back onto my waist, pulling me closer to him. He was successful in doing so, as I no longer held the energy to fight him off.

"Please" I mumbled quietly. "Let go of me. I promise I'll stay here, just don't hold me"

"Go to sleep. We can talk about this later" oh you manipulating buffoon! There would be no later. But I guess I didn't have the energy in me to fight back, as with one last chance of moving further away from him, my eyes clasped shut for the next morning.

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