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( 🎶 Eyes on Fire - Blue Foundation )

The tall, terrifying man in front of me ignored my words and just kept penetrating me with his dark eyes.

Frustrated and stale I stood in between his arms, starting to feel desperate. What if he wouldn't let go?

I shouldn't allow him treating me like this, but somewhere in the back of my head, Dorothy's words repeatedly spoke to me

'It is not worth the fight'.

To keep myself unscathed, I needed to play my cards right, use the right approach, take back my power and at the same time keep Brandon settled enough just to get out of this very confinement. I decided to stay with my earlier statement, only to give Brandon a true chance of ending this situation on his own behalf, and with a collecting breath of bravery, I started counting.

"One,"

Brandon grinned so big that his teeth showed and the irritation inside of me only grew for each second. He still refused to move a single inch even though I had just begun my threatening countdown.

"Two,"

The seconds passed by much faster than my actual recitation, which was my purpose. I wanted Brandon to have time to assimilate the moment himself, because calling for the guards was nothing I wanted.

Another part of me also felt the strange need of being near him, like the adrenaline from my fright made me feel like I wanted more, like I wanted him to get even closer to me.

As of yet I was longing for the moment when he would let me go of his grip, I knew the excitement would be over along with that second.

"Three,"

This was what I had told myself not to let happen. But now I had shown him my fright, I had let him take my power and put it in his own hands, I had allowed him to win already, and this game just got started.

I felt so disappointed with myself. This was not what I studied five years to become. A weak nurse who fell for her patients' games and tricks, a nurse who got scared of her patients when she was very aware that she didn't have to be. Slowly I came to notice that the things I was doing were the opposite of what I should.

"Four,"

My patience with Brandon started to run out. Even if I was counting this slow by purpose, I at least wanted him to say something.

"Five,"

Brandon bit his lip, looked as attractive as always, and I felt my knees getting asthenic by the immediate effect.

His features were unordinary, something I had never laid my eyes on before. Anyone could see in his eyes that he was broken and dangerous, but that didn't change the fact that he was a very good-looking man.

Once again, he grinned out, which made me feel his warm breath on my face. Of course, my counting was just another part of his game. I already figured that out. But the current smirk on his face only proved to myself that I was right.

Slowly, he moved his right hand off the wall and carefully placed it on my cheek, forcing me to grit my teeth and try my best not to cry.

"Oh, come on, Beverly. Why are you shaking?"

The touch of his hand against my rosy skin didn't make it any easier for me to settle.

"Six,"

If the words weren't so short, I would have been stammering them out by now.

"Do you think I'm angry with you, Beverly? I'm not,"

I still didn't believe him. This situation would not help with my trust in him. I couldn't understand why he wanted me so badly to believe him, only to do this a second later. Of course he needed to earn his trust, just like any other person.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't manage to understand him or even get into his brain. His whole self was just too complicated.

"Seven,"

"You don't think I will let you go when you're done counting?"

"Eight,"

"If you still don't believe me, then scream,"

The frustration grew even heavier. Of course he didn't want me to scream, that would just lead to him being punished.

He had been here at St: Nicolai before, and I would be surprised if he never got any kind of punishment for some reason back then. He knew about the consequences and the treatments after a situation like this. The electric shocks and boiling hot baths, and about the solitary.

"Nine,"

"SCREAM, BEVERLY, SCREAM THEN!"

I almost couldn't hold it in. He drove me insane. His dark, loud voice was even more terrifying when he was this close to me. It made my stomach turn from the inside and out, and a tear now ran down my heated cheek.

I couldn't believe I told the guard to leave. I knew deep inside that something like this would happen. But it was still not too late to scream, so why didn't I?

"Ten,"

In a quick move, Brandon removed his hands from the wall and took one big step backwards. He still wore the same disgusting grin on his face and since I was now let out of the intoxicating perview, I forced myself to look away from the wielder of terror.

I let my tears out of relief, and my knees gave up and folded. I slowly fell down to the floor, and tried to catch my heavy breathing.

Brandon stood completely still in front of me, yet he didn't say a thing or move a single inch. So this was a part of the trusting game. He did undoubtedly let me go the second my mouth spelt ten.

If I had not played along myself, I would have screamed long before I was done with the counting, but I didn't, and that's how he knew he could continue.

He enjoyed this, and no matter the way he affected me or how much he frightened me... so did I.

But I would never come out with that confession.
Not even to myself.


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