Deep love: insatiable lover

-Dylan, I hate you, I hate you. Why do you have to do this to me? Why do you have to torture me? Did I do something wrong? Heh, what I did the most wrong was going to the bar to drink and then meeting you. I regret it, I regret it so much I can’t wait to die.

-Why did I run to the bar to get drunk that day?

-Why did I meet you?

-Ah! Kill me, Dylan, kill me if you can.

***

As if in despair, Vanessa felt she was already dead.

She discovered that Dylan was a nightmare she could never be free of, that she would have to live in his shadow and in darkness for the rest of her life. A new life, the happiness he longed for, was within his reach, but he could not have it.

That was a really exhausting dropper.

Why did he have to lead such a life?

Vanessa had been thinking to herself, but she could never find the answer. Her dark eyes, glowing with hatred, were extinguished in an instant, as if they had lost all life.

There was no emotion left in those eyes.

He stared silently at the ceiling above his head, his mouth a good unconscious mumble.

-Why? What have I done wrong?

After a few moments, Vanessa began to plead unconsciously, vulnerable.

-Please let me go. Dylan, please let me go. You’ve used me in every possible way, haven’t you? I’m nothing but a tool to you, as much or as little as you want, and I should be thrown away without mercy.

-Then throw me aside. I’m so slutty, so disgusting, why do you bother abusing me? How can someone as dirty as me be worthy of you, Dylan?

-Let go of me.

-Let go of me.

***

Vanessa’s voice faded, as if someone had stolen all her energy. She became an emotionless mechanical doll, repeating the same words. Silently, without thinking.

Dylan, snapped out of his initial outburst, looked on with some puzzlement at Vanessa’s appearance.

His lips murmured, but he didn’t know what to say.

Only the deep, dark eyes, in which a storm seemed to be brewing. But in the end, the storm did not come, nor the fury. The black eyes became calm and wave-less, like a pool of still water.

-Are you so reluctant?

He had never realised it was such a terrible nightmare for Vanessa.

This poor woman was terrified.

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-Vanessa.

He called her by name.

The person in the bed did not respond at all, as if he could not hear.

Dylan frowned, the pleasure that had grown in his heart replaced by a certain panic he had never known. He stared at Vanessa before realising that she hadn’t spoken in what seemed like an eternity.

-Vanessa.

The strong voice was mixed with a significant tremor.

Dylan reached out and grabbed Vanessa’s jaw as a trickle of blood spurted from the corner of her lip.

It seemed shocking.

-Vanessa!

Dylan’s face turned sharply and he squeezed Vanessa’s jaw violently, forcing her mouth open. When her mouth opened, Dylan saw more blood.

In fact, he had bitten his tongue, and bitten it very hard.

-Damn it, are you trying to kill yourself?

It didn’t even hurt to bite so hard?

That was a language!

Even an accidental bite from a normal meal would hurt for a long time, but Vanessa bit it without complaint and bled a lot. What determination and desperation she should have had at the moment of biting.

At that moment, Dylan, who had always been so confident and self-assured, suddenly felt as if he had done something wrong.

He looked at Vanessa in dismay, the blood at the corner of his lip stinging.

A wave of unfamiliar emotions swept through him, like fear and anger.

Dylan couldn’t tell the difference.

-Why do you hate me so much then, Vanessa?

There was no response from the person he was desperately calling out to, and there was absolute silence all around.

Dylan’s fingers trembled uncontrollably as he held Vanessa’s face tightly, forcing her to stare at him. But what was the point? Her eyes were silent, unable to see him at all.

-Damn it, I made you look at me.

Dylan shifted his grip to her shoulders and shook her hard.

Vanessa’s head swayed with the force of his grip, which a normal person would have found uncomfortable, but she remained unresponsive.

-Je.

Anger receded.

Dylan let out a low chuckle as he held it out and for the first time he felt frustrated, and for the first time he was finally willing to admit that he had failed, he had failed!

-You won. Vanessa, you won,” Dylan said helplessly and lovingly, as he looked down and licked the blood from Vanessa’s face.

The tenderness was overwhelming.

He let her lie down sympathetically, removed her handcuffs and tucked her in.

-Good evening.

When he finished, he looked down and gave her a soft kiss on the forehead.

Then he stood up and looked at Vanessa in silence for a long moment before climbing out of the floor-to-ceiling window.

A gust of wind blew through the curtains, which billowed softly in the air.

At first, the person on the bed did not respond, and after a few minutes, the empty pupils became violently imprinted with colour. Vanessa got out of bed and hurried to the bathroom.

He clutched the toilet and vomited desperately until there was nothing left in his stomach and he began to vomit bitter bile.

It was disgusting, really disgusting.

Her stomach cramped and even her lower back ached inexplicably. It was as if something was churning inside her, and Vanessa was still wheezing in pain. She even felt like she was dying, about to be tortured to death.

After a long, dry gasp, Vanessa leaned against the toilet and stood up.

He stood in front of the mirror, squeezed out a large amount of toothpaste and brushed his teeth vigorously.

Again and again.

The taste of blood filled his fragile mouth, his gums, his lips, all covered in blood.

But it wasn’t enough, it was still too dirty.

He had to get rid of all the breath Dylan had left behind, to make that unpleasant taste disappear.

While Vanessa busied herself brushing her teeth, Dylan sat in the car smoking cigarette after cigarette.

The smell of smoke was pervasive and suffocating in the carriage.

Dylan didn’t seem to notice and soon ran out of cigarettes. He sat in the car, staring into the darkness of the Cazalla family villa, and found Vanessa’s room with unerring accuracy.

The interior was very dark.

“Has Vanessa woken up, or is she still drowning in a nightmare of agony? Heh, the little wildcat is so cruel, isn’t she afraid of pain?”

-But still, I can’t let you go.