Chapter 17: Chapter 17

Her imploring eyes looked at him and the callousness in them haunted her, making her want to act upon as he say. Slowly, her shivering lips moved and she slightly opened them.

"Pull out your tongue,"

A few moments passed but she didn't, unable to guess what was going on in his mind when a metallic sound rose in the silent atmosphere and her eyes fell on the gun he had placed just placed on the table.

Slowly, she pulled out her tongue out of her lips and as soon as she did that, the very instant, he held her tongue between his fingers and placed the burning end of smoke on her tongue.

A scream erupted from her throat when he changed the position and placed the cigar on another area of her tongue.

She felt her tongue burning and the ashy taste of cigaratte on her tongue. Tears flow down her eyes followed by sobs.

He was burning her tongue. She couldn't even ask him to stop nor pull back because that would strech her tongue.

The intensity of hotness she felt on her tongue was unbearable. She thought she was having blisters when he placed the burning end on some new spot making her cry out terribly when he pulled back and as soon as he did, she coughed hysterically holding her throat.

He threw away the cigaratte and crushed it under his feet. "Lie to me again," his warning came, "washroom is that way," he pointed at a door and she rushed there while coughing.

She cleaned her mouth with water and even water caused a burning sensation on her tongue. She kept on gargling until she wasn't satisfied to her lot and it took her almost fifteen minutes to compose herself before getting out of the washroom.

She made a run for the office door as soon as she was out not wanting to face him.

"Come. Back. Here," his voice came as soon as she placed her hand on the knob.

She was so dead.

She could feel her heart pounding in her chest. She remained rooted at her spot, not able to blink or move herself.

"Come here," he stated again, on seeing her not moving an inch from her place.

She wanted to run out of this room but when the thought came in her mind that would he let her go even if she ran away? No, he won't. He would hunt for her till the very end.

Gulping in her fear, she turned back, looking at him.

"Now I ask again, where have you been?"

"I-I was at," She contemplated while fidgeting with her fingers as they slightly began to shiver. When she saw him leaving his chair, she shrieked and attached herself to the door. He got up only to move closer to her.

"Don't-don't hurt me, please," her whisper of plea came as he approached her. Her eyes widening with ever step he took towards her. She could see his eyes boring holes in hers making her eyes glassy already.

She was with Hannan and she didn't know how he would take it as and if she lied to him again and he caught it, this time he would mutiliate her tongue for real

"Tell me. Tell me, with whom were you exactly,"

She began to sweat with fear. Her suspicion was right. He would kill her if he came to know she was with Hannan and he would

Coiled back from him, she tried to suppress the sobs coming out of her throat. Her heart hammering in her chest and shallow rapid breaths escaping her lips in a rhthym.

The horror of situation was he was standing on her head, encaging her between his firm arms and asking something from her about which she had to lie about so she could save herself yet she couldn't because she was afraid that might be her last lie by her tongue.

Her ragged breathing, the left and right movement of her eyes and the shivering of her hands depicted the complete panic her mind was in.

"Are you hiding something?" he questioned and she vigorously shook her head in a no.

"Then why are you scared?" he hushed, stroking her chin with his thumb.

"I'm-I'm n-ot sc-ared," She tried to deny it because if she accepted then that would mean she was hiding something.

"Okay. I can see that but where did you go without my permission?"

"Please, I'm sorry," she said in one go, rubbing her hands together out of anxiety.

"Asking you for the very last time, with whom and where?"

She still struggled to answer looking up and down when a hiss escaped her lips as his fingers threaded her locks.

"I was with Hannan!" she told atlast.

"And who is he to you exactly?"

"He was m-my colleague and a friend too. He actually, actually he helped me alot too in-in Amna-Amna's operation and he told that his brother had di-died today four years back and he was fee-feeling down so he persisted me to have a-a....small lunch with him and also he is just a friend. So that's why I went with him be-because he is just-just.... a friend. I swear, he is just a friend and nothing more," she tried to explain to make the picture clear to him.

"That's why you gave her hand in his?" he asked and dread twisted in her gut.

"No. no," she denied, abruptly shaking her head in a negative knowing what he meant, "no, no. It's nothing l-like that," she again shook her head.

She felt her heart skipping a beat when his eyes narrowed at hers.

"I'm aware of how to skin a person alive," he stated, "and I'm not liking that skin on your hand that came in contact with his. Now shall we?"

"I'm sorry," she said with urgency, "NO!" She screamed when he held her hand and dragged her.

"Please, my hand. Don't do anything to my hand. Please!" she wailed as he placed her hand on the table before turning towards her.

"Burn or should I remove the skin with  knife?"

"You never warned me. You-you never warned me ever so why are you punishing me now?" she hiccupped.

"Now did not I forbade you from stepping out of that room without my permission,"

"But ne-never about Hannan,"

"I did," he muttered, "yet you forgot," he moved his lips closer to her and she coiled back, "what was the last thing that I told you that night?"

'No man should touch you or fuck until I let you go completely'

She recalled his words but given how tired she was at that time she couldn't decipher the meaning behind his words.

"Why should I?" she spoke, looking away from him. She couldn't help but utter these words, "You are no one to me then why....should I listen to you?" by the end of the sentence, her voice was just a mere whisper. "I'm-I'm no one to you. I'm not your wife or anyone to you then why should I listen to you," She couldn't look up now.

Perching her chin between his fingers he moved her head up, he stated, "It's your choice if you don't want to obey but it would depend on me what I'll do to the people who disobey,"

"Now give me your hand,"

"Let me go, this time. Please. I will t-take care of it next time,"

"Then remove that memory engraved in my mind," he spoke after a few moments of silence, "give me something stronger than that that would encarve instead of the picture of your hand in his,"

"I-I don't know how to do-do that," her lips pouted as she answered. She was so helpless that she was ready to do anything. Her hand was burning and it was hurting her. The burn marks remain.

"Kiss me,"

Her eyes widened with surprise.

"Kiss me and I'll set you free," he put forth the deal, "you have five seconds," he gave her a time limit on watching her dilemma. "After five seconds, you won't be able to stop me from skinning your hand,"

It gave her chills as her chest constricted.

"Five....four....three," he counted and he gazed at his lips and then at her hand before looking in his eyes, "two.....o-,"

In a rush, she moved her lips and placed them on his and pulled away as soon as their lips had met.

"Did I ask you to move away?" he questioned that had her attach her lips to his again. "Don't cry this time around," he warned before their flesh connected and he closed his eyes before intertwining his fingers in her locks and brought her head closer to him. He pulled her petite frame closer to him. Biting her lower lip, all of a sudden he made place for her on the table and sat her on it all while their lips were connected. He wasn't letting her move away. Not even an inch.

On the other hand, she was just a bundle of nerves. This demand wasn't new to her. He made the same department that night when she was not responding to his touches. He brutally made her kiss him and after that she tried her level best to be active and not be so deadly.

His tongue was now exploring her mouth. He couldn't seem to get over her. He wanted this intimacy to prolong as long as it could. He was aware how nervous she was but given his prior warning, she wasn't letting any whimper out. It would angst him. Even the slight touch or a light brush on his lips would get her hysterical. He had gauged out she wasn't afraid of him that much when he had a gun against her head but more afraid when he initiate the proximity between them.

The very first day, she caught his eyes and he had killed Rafay only because he tried coming near something that he already had his eyes set on.

Her tiny fists tapping against his chest reminded him of she was getting out of breath but he didn't want to stop. Stepping between her legs, he leaned on her that instantly made her hands land on the table as she put her weight on them. Placing his hand beside her leg, he removed the clip that bound her hair and opened her long silky locks before massaging them.

She was having a hard time breathing now that made her kick her legs but he wasn't budging. He was practically leaning on her as she was sitting while he stood and he wasn't letting her pull away to take a breath because his hand was maneuvering her head. He wasn't letting her go rather he pressed his head more against his and ate her lips up while his tongue explored her mouth. She tried to inhale through her nostrills but the air supply wasn't sufficient to fulfil her body's need of oxygen.

A sob gurgled in her throat out of helplessness. Her head was feeling light now and as she felt dark circles coming infront her eyes, he pulled back after kissing her hungrily.

She coughed violently and at the same time tried to take deep breaths. She looked as if a fish deprived of water as her hands shivered badly and moved in air while she tried to take deep breaths.

It must have been a few seconds when he had given her some moments to breathe when he kissed her again. She was at the verge of crying. This kiss was a torture as her insides were burning nor did she get enough time to take a deep breath properly.

He again pulled back and after giving her a few seconds, he repeated the same ordeal. By the end, she was breathless and lightheaded.

"Would you let him near you?" he questioned, pulling back from her and she knew he was done.

Her dizzy mind was not able to conjecture anything as she mindlessly shook her head in a negative.

"Do you get me?"

She nodded again.

"Move your tongue,"

"Yes," her lips shivered while she answered.

His thumb moved and traced her brow as his eyes were focused on her perfectly shaped brow, "If you were my wife and was seen as much as an inch near a man then for sure he must be dead but as for you, I'm unaware of the limits that I could go just to teach you a lesson in that case. You ain't my wife yet but I've my eyes set on you and I know how to take care of my things,"

"Now," he uttered, "for the reason I've called you," he walked to his chair and got a file and his laptop.

"Get off of the table and come to me," he commanded and she got to his side of table.

He showed her a file and asked her to make a number of analysis on it and some office works. She told him, she couldn't understand the file properly when he dragged a chair for her and made her sit on it before explaining it to her.

She couldn't understand the switch in his personality. At one time he gave him vibes of a cold mafia boss while the other time he was a professional businessman. Though, she felt her heartbeat accelerating on either of these two faces of him. While he would tell her about some business related terms and look at her, she could feel her knees buckle even when she was sitting. Whenever his eyes would meet, hers would go down.

For some reason, she couldn't match his gaze. It would make her stop her breath.

"When the planning is rightly done there's no need to rush," he concluded and she nodded as if she was some student and he, a teacher.

"Thank you. I'll have-have it done,"

"Good. Now you may go,"

"Umm.... c-can I go home now?" she asked for his permission.

"No. Start working on this file now. I want you to submit it to me before going home,"

She looked at him, horrified.

"But that's alot of work,"

"I don't care but you won't go home until you will finish it. Now get your laptop from your room, sit infront of me on this table and start working,"

"But I can-I can do it in my room as well,"

"Do as I say," he shortly answered and began to do his own work, ignoring her paled face.