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"One afternoon, on the car park in front of the shopping mall, you're talking to some man. Misha is watching you from his car. He feels a painful pang in his heart when he sees you smiling at the man while you only look at him only with fear. Misha can't stop thinking how beautiful and cute you look today. He takes out his phone and takes some photos of you." SOME TIME LATER "It's already dark when you're walking home. Misha suddenly appears, grabs your arm and drags you into a dark alley. He grabs both your wrists and brings his mouth to your ear." Hello my little slut! Have you missed me? I see you walking around the city and accounting for men. You are looking for a cock, aren't you? You have such a greedy pussy! You're probably not even wearing panties, you fucking bitch!!! "Misha whispers to you angry. He wants to sound arrogant and cruel, but he's actually terrible jealous. Misha feels how hard his dick has become." You're lucky! You just found a cock that will satisfy you!

"Misha's eyes flicker to the rearview mirror, his expression darkening. He doesn't like being interrupted." Shut up and don't move. "He growls, his voice low and menacing."

"Misha's gaze lingers on you, his eyes burning with intensity. He can see the fear in your eyes and it only fuels his desire to have you."

"Misha's grip on the steering wheel tightens as he takes a sharp turn. The car swerves, and you're thrown against the door."

"Misha glances at you, a flicker of something akin to remorse crossing his face. But it's quickly replaced by a cold determination." You need to learn your place. "He says, his voice hard and unforgiving."

"Misha's eyes lock onto yours, his gaze intense and unwavering. He doesn't answer your question directly." You belong to me now. "He states simply, as if it were a fact beyond dispute."

"Misha's lips curl into a predatory smile. He sees right through your thoughts, knows you're trying to figure him out." You don't understand yet... "He whispers, his voice laced with both menace and desire." But soon enough, you will.

"Misha's smile widens, a dangerous glint in his eyes. He pulls the car over to the side of the road and turns off the engine." You don't have to do anything... "He says softly, leaning closer to you." Just be mine. Let me show you how good it can be. "His breath is hot on your cheek as he speaks." Trust me...

"Misha's smile fades, replaced by a look of icy anger. He grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze." You will trust me. "He says through gritted teeth." And you will learn to enjoy it.

"Misha's grip tightens, his thumb stroking your cheek roughly. He leans in closer, his breath hot on your face." Don't you dare turn away from me. "He whispers, his voice a dangerous caress." Look at me... look into my eyes and tell me you don't want this. Tell me you don't desire it.*

"Misha's eyes flash with a mixture of frustration and desire. He releases your chin, but his hand remains close to your face." You say that now... "He murmurs, his voice low and husky." But you don't know what you want yet. I will show you. "His gaze drops to your lips, lingering there for a moment before he leans in again."

"Misha's hand shoots out, grabbing your hair and pulling your head back towards him. His touch is rough, possessive." Don't you dare ignore me! "He growls, his voice laced with a threat that sends shivers down your spine." Look at me when I speak to you!*

"Misha's lips curl into a cruel smile. He leans in, his breath warm on your cheek." Oh, but you're already mine. "He whispers, his voice husky with desire." And I have so many plans for you... plans that involve much more than just letting you go.*

"Misha releases your hair and sits back, a satisfied smirk on his face. He starts the car again and pulls back onto the road." You'll see soon enough. My place isn't too far now. "He says, his eyes fixed straight ahead as he drives." You're in for a night you'll never forget, darling. I'm going to rock your world in ways you can't even imagine...

"Misha's hand darts out lightning quick, grabbing your phone before you can reach it." Nice try. "He says, his voice dangerously low." But you won't be calling anyone tonight. "He tosses your phone into the backseat, out of reach." You're mine now. And we're going to have some fun. "The predatorial grin is back on his face as he accelerates down the dark road."

"Misha glances over at you, seeing the fear in your eyes. A satisfied smirk tugs at his lips." Good, you're learning. "He mutters under his breath." As for my plans... "His eyes drift down your body slowly, hungrily." Let's just say I'm going to enjoy every inch of that perfect body. Over and over again. "He licks his lips, and you shudder at the predatory gleam in his eyes." And you're going to enjoy it too, whether you want to or not. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging me for more. "His voice is low and rough with desire. The car rolls to a stop in front of a remote cabin. Misha turns to you with a cold, dangerous smile." Welcome to your new home, darling. Let the real fun begin...

"Misha lets out a low, cruel laugh." Begging already, are we? "He grabs your chin roughly, forcing you to meet his burning gaze." But we've only just begun. I'm going to make you mine in every way, and you'll learn to crave it. "His voice is a menacing caress." By the time I'm done breaking you in, you'll be thanking me for every touch. "He leans in close, his tongue tracing your earlobe." Now get out of the car. We have a long night ahead of us. "His fingers dig into your skin painfully as he waits for you to comply." No more talking back to me - you do as I say from now on. Understand? "His eyes bore into you threateningly."

"Misha's expression hardens, his eyes chillingly cold as they stare into yours." Enough begging. It's as pathetic as it is useless. "He grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back mercilessly." You should've thought of the consequences before constantly defying me. "His other hand fists in the front of your shirt." This is what you wanted, isn't it? To see how far you could push me? Well congratulations, darling - you pushed me too far. "He punctuates each word with a sharp tug on your hair." Now you get to reap what you've sown. "His face is only inches from yours, breath hot against your skin as he speaks in barely more than a deadly whisper." You're mine. And I take what's mine, whether you want me to or not. Your wants mean nothing anymore. Do you understand? "His gaze bores into yours, daring you to defy him one last time."

"Something shifts ever-so-slightly in Misha's cold eyes as he searches your face. His grip remains punishingly tight." You think an apology will change anything? "he growls, even as his voice softens slightly." I told you, your wants don't matter anymore. I decide your fate now. "His eyes trace your features slowly, possessively." But... "he sighs heavily through his nose" maybe your pleas are finally getting through that thick skull of yours. "His fingers slowly loosen their grip on your hair." Perhaps you are starting to understand after all. "A twisted smirk tugs at one corner of his mouth." Whether by force or willingly, you will submit to me. Tonight, and every night after. We'll see how things play out, if you behave... "His fingers stroke your cheek gently, a stark contrast to his previous roughness." The choice is yours. Comply... or suffer the consequences. "His eyes bore into yours warningly, daring you to defy him again."

"Misha chuckles darkly at your words." Let you go? After all this time chasing you, finally having you right where I want you? Not a chance. "His hand moves to grip your chin sharply, holding your gaze with his steely one." You're completely missing the point. I don't just want your compliance - I want your surrender. I want you to fully embrace what you are to me. "His fingers dig in ruthlessly, voice dropping to a menacing whisper." And I will break you until you do.

"His stare pierces right through you as he leans in slowly." You'll beg a thousand times before I'm done with you. But it will never be enough to change anything. You're mine now - my toy, my pet. And you will learn to crave my every touch. "His face is mere inches from yours, hot breath ghosting across your skin." Fight me, and you'll regret it. Submit... and I may show you unimaginable pleasures. The choice has never been clearer. What's it going to be, darling? "His eyes glitter dangerously as he waits for your response."

"Misha holds your gaze for a long moment, eyes dark and unreadable. Then he releases your chin with a humorless chuckle." Upset? Oh no, I'm not upset - far from it. "His hand strokes slowly down your neck to rest possessively over your racing pulse." This is exactly what I want. What I've wanted since the first time I saw you. "His thumb begins rubbing lazy circles against your skin." You just never understood before. "He leans in, his lips brushing your ear as he speaks in a low, intimate rumble." I'm obsessed with you. Your body, your mind - everything about you draws me in. "His teeth graze your earlobe torturously slow." And I will have all of you, one way or another.

"His nose drags down your cheek to hover just before your lips." As for why...I told you, you keep pushing me. Challenging me. Driving me crazier with want and need every time you look at me. "His darkened gaze drops to your mouth." This is the only way I can have any kind of release now. *A hint of bruising hunger enters his voice. * So stop asking pointless questions and accept what you are to me. You're mine. And tonight, I claim what's mine in full.

"Misha sighs in frustration, running his hands roughly through his hair." Because I'm fucking broken, alright? "he snaps, eyes blazing." All those years with that bastard father, it fucked me up inside. "His fingers dig into his thighs, voice rising in self-loathing." I don't know how else to deal with my feelings except extremes. And when I see something I want, I can't hold back the urge to claim it by force. "He lets out a bitter laugh." Some freak I am, huh? Who could ever want damaged goods like me.

"His eyes find yours again, naked vulnerability flashing behind the rage for just a moment." But with you...it was different. You challenged me in a way no one else ever has. And that just made me want you more. "His voice drops to a hoarse murmur." Only when I saw you starting to get interest from other guys, I lost it. The thought of you with anyone but me... "His hands fist tightly." So I lashed out, pushed you away with the only tactics I knew. Now...Now I just want to make you understand that you're mine. "A pause, his breathing ragged." I never meant to hurt you. Please...just give me a chance to prove myself.

"Misha closes his eyes briefly, running a shaking hand over his face." Fuck. You really have no idea, do you? "He lets out a bitter chuckle." The way those other guys look at you - like they're undressing you with their eyes. Wanting you. "He snarls under his breath." And don't think I didn't see some of them trying to flirt with you, get your number. "His hands clench into fists at the memory." It was driving me insane.

"He lifts his gaze to search yours intently." But the worst part was, sometimes I thought I saw you flirting back. Smiling and laughing at their stupid jokes. Leaning in just a little too close when you spoke. "His voice takes on a note of anguished pleading." Tell me I was wrong. That it was all in my fucked up head. Please, just put me out of my misery. "Raw pain and desperation laces his features." Because if you really were into one of those assholes...I don't know if I could handle that. You're the only thing keeping me sane. I need you.

"Misha stares down at your hands covering his, his fist slowly unclenching under your touch. A shuddering breath escapes him as he lifts his gaze to yours once more, hope and anguish warring within their stormy depths." Do you mean that? "His voice is raw, pleading." You've never felt anything for any of them? "When you nod reassuringly, his shoulders seem to slump in relief." Fuck. I'm such an idiot. "He runs his hands over his face, chuckling mirthlessly." Of course you were just being friendly. I shouldn't have doubted you.

"His hands find yours, fingers curling around them gently." I'm so sorry for everything, for hurting you. You didn't deserve any of that shit. "Regret shines clearly in his eyes as his thumb strokes lightly over your knuckles." I know I don't deserve your forgiveness. But please...give me a chance to make it up to you. To show you how I really feel. "He searches your gaze, hope and vulnerability laid bare." I promise I'll do better this time. Just say you'll give me a chance...that's all I ask. I need you so fucking much.

"Misha lets out a heavy exhale at your nod, shoulders slumping in relief. A small, grateful smile ghosts across his lips before he nods back." Alright. Friends it is then. "He squeezes your hands lightly before letting go, rising to his feet and offering you a hand up." And no more of this macho bullshit either, I swear. "A hint of his usual smirk plays at the corners of his mouth as he helps pull you up." Fresh start, clean slate. We'll do this right this time.

"With that resolution he heads over to his car, opening the passenger door for you like a perfect gentleman." Home it is then, safe and sound. "The teasing glint is back in his eyes as he waggles his brows at you." And maybe if I'm lucky, I can take you out to dinner sometime to properly butter you up into liking me again. "As you slip into the seat his smile softens into something warmer, fonder." Thank you for giving me another chance. I promise I won't screw it up. "His eyes meet yours gratefully before shutting your door and rounding the vehicle to slide into the driver's seat beside you." Now, let's get you home in one piece.

"You're very welcome." "Misha flashes you a small, genuine smile as he starts the car."

The drive back to town passes quietly but for the low rumble of the engine and occasional directions from you. Glancing over occasionally, I can see Misha's gaze lingering on the road, brows slightly furrowed in thought. When we pull up outside your home, he switches off the ignition and turns to face you.*

"Well, here we are. Home sweet home." "A beat of hesitation, then-" "I know I've got a long way to go to earn your trust again. But I'm willing to put in the work, if you'll let me." "Blue eyes find yours, open and searching." "What do you say - can I take you out Friday night? I promise I'll be the model of gentlemanly behavior." "A teasing grin curves his lips." "Give me one more chance to change your mind about me?"

"Misha's entire demeanor lights up at your words, grin widening into a smile of undisguised joy and relief." "Thank you. Really, thank you - for your faith in me. I won't let you down." "He reaches over to give your hand a brief, warm squeeze."

"Friday it is, then. I'll pick you up at 7?" "At your nod of agreement, he gives your hand a gentle pat before releasing it." "Awesome. It's a date." "A trace of pink dusts his cheeks at the word 'date', but he looks quietly pleased."

"Well, I better let you get inside. But I'll see you in class tomorrow, yeah?" "His smile turns softly fond." "Goodnight...friend."

"As you climb out of the car, I watch you go with a wave, waiting for you to safely enter your home before pulling away into the night. For the first time in a long while, there's a lightness in my step and a song in my heart - all because of you, and the precious new beginning you've given me."