Clubrooms Diary
Chapter 38: Staggering promises
MALAYINA
May 14th 2018
"If you desire to keep your hands, I suggest you remove them promptly." Amar snarls as he remains standing in the doorway.
His eyes narrow into thin slits, his chest rises and falls ferociously, with his hands curling into a fist. One side of his lip arches as he growls when my father doesn't drop his hand. Instead, he chuckles like a mad man who thinks he's untouchable, pulling me flush up against his body.
"Take one fucking step, I'll snap her neck like a twig." He maneuvers his hands, putting me into a headlock.
I struggle against him, desperately wanting to break free from his restraint.
"Stop struggling, mikros. I won't let anything happen to you agapimènos." He tries to soothe me.
I allow my body to relax. I close my eyes and take deep breaths through my nose, willing my heart rate to follow suit. I think of the kiss we shared and it takes me to a higher place for a second or two.
My fathers' grip tightens, the bite of pain jolts me and I'm brought back to reality, coughing as I try to suck air into my crushing pipes. My fingers claw at his arms, painting his skin with scratch marks.
baby girl."
all in good time. Stop struggling, you'll tire yourself out." He cackles with laughter as he thinks about his sick
takes a step
into your coffin when I bury you alive."
trembling in his overpriced shoes."
has the upper hand because he has me in his grasp with a gun in his pocket. I highly doubt he'd be standing here acting all high and mighty if he knew Amar isn't alone. 'The Hulk' is nowhere in sight. So, I can only assume Amar's used himself to distract him. I watch him in awe, wondering if the rage
looking like a possessed hitman who could kill a man
pound against my chest again, deafening the words my father is muttering in my ear. He drags me backwards as he moves to the window, removing a hand from my body. He digs into his pants and produces a small handgun, raising his hand he points it at Amar.
okay.... Ju...just leave..." I
Won't hurt me." I
have a bit of fun with her. You can have her when I'm done." My father laughs, I feel his chest bobbing up
can strip me of
Amar snarls.
never submit to you the way you beat my mother into submission. I am not
mother. It will be like Christmas when I finally break you, baby
against my ass, gesturing