My Dominating Apollo

CLARISSA’S POV.

My heart is pounding in my chest, I was frozen in the spot, I gulped while I was so scared for my life, he was staring right at me without blinking his eyes, the look on his face clearly says that he’s angry.

His words were ringing in my mind over and over again, I was staring at him with fear of what he might do now! “Did you really think you can just walk inside by those stupid things you said to my guards,” he said while stepping towards me, I looked at his face in confusion, “I know you were following me,” he gritted his teeth and I noticed his clenching jaw, he looks scary.

“Face the consequence for it,” he said while grabbing my arm and pulling me out of the room,

“Mr. Villin, please leave me,” I cried as he pulled me with him, The adrenaline floods my system like it’s on an intravenous drip – right into my blood at full pelt. I think my heart will explode and my eyes are wide, letting in every ounce of the fading light. My body is reacting like there’s a gorilla about to beat the crap out of me, we climbed down the stairs which were at the corner of the floor.

They were leading to some underground room, he was pulling me with him while walking through a tunnel-like thing. The tunnel curled away coldly into the infinite dark, the light that showed the rough walls dwindling as it snaked away. The lights flicker, casting an ominous glow throughout the tunnel, causing shivers to ripple across my body.

In the tunnel the only sound that met my straining ears was his and my echoing footsteps, it was so silent in here. I gulped hard as fear was crawling my insides, I was so scared.

“Mr. Villin, Please let me go!” I cried and tried to stop him, but he still dragged me with him while I was crying out loud.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

As he dragged me with him, I noticed the big double door with almost ten guards on either side of it. They were in black suits and I noticed guns, which made me gulp hard. He pulled me towards the door, two of the bodyguards opened the door for us.

“Mr. Villin!” I yelled while I tried to wiggle my hand out of his hold, but his grip was strong. He dragged me into the middle of the room, it was dark as the bodyguards closed the doors behind.

I stood there like a statue as I watched him hit the lights, My brain stutters for a moment and my eyes take in more light than I expected, every part of me goes on as my eyes fell on the person tied up to the chair behind the table while blood was oozing out of her head and nose making her look pathetic. Automatically I placed my hands over my mouth, blood drained from my face, mouth opening and shutting like a goldfish with no sound coming out.

I stood there like a statue, staring at the blond and slender woman without blinking, I breathed in and out but air wouldn’t enter my lungs. Starved for air, my heart raced at tremendous speeds, and my lungs shallowly rose and fell in time. My eyes moved to Mr. Villin who was watching me silently while standing next to the tied woman, Will he do that to me too? A question popped in my head.

“W.. Who is she?” I managed to ask with my body shaking badly, he glanced at the woman and moved his blue eyes back at me.

“She! She’s one my father’s favourite mistress,” he said while placing his hand over her head, there was something so different in his voice and the way he said it like he was somebody else.

I was staring at him in confusion before I could ask him anything while placing his hand on the back of her head he slammed her head to the table with so much pressure the woman screamed out loud in pain. I shrieked with wild-eyes, unable to believe what just happened before me. I stared at him dumbfounded, the look he had on his face was pure evil and the smirk just proved it.

I glanced at the woman and rushed towards her, I pushed her blond hair back off her face and looked at him in pure horror, the person I saw at the police station and the person I see now is completely different.

“Please let her go! I swear no one will know about this,” I tried to ask him but I clearly saw that he didn’t like what I said. He grabbed my arm and dragged me off her, “Let her go?” he repeated what I said with venom in his voice and I noticed the anger he had.

“WHY WOULD I LET HER GO!” he screamed, I flinched and began shivering under his hold as I was so scared of him, never in my entire, some scared me as he did.

“Why! Would I let my fun go away!” He said while moving behind me and grabbing my chin while making me look at her, “Look at her!” he said and gripped my chin with much pressure that it began hurting me.

Tears began rolling down my cheek while I looked at the condition that woman is in, how can someone do this to a woman! “That blood,” he whispered into my ear, his lips brushed my earlobe while he whispered it.

“Torturing my father’s toys is fun!” he said while chuckling, I couldn’t process what he’s saying as my concentration is completely on the person before me. She has bruises all over her face, arms and her dress completely filled with her blood, her eyes were swollen and Her mangled lip and obviously broken nose were caked in dried blood, congealed and cracked. The now browning blood had drizzled down her face like so much rain down a windowpane.

“W.. Why? Why are you doing this?” I managed to ask him without moving my eyes off her, I can feel his hold tightening and his arm was wrapping itself around my waist like a possessive python.

“I love to hear their screams,” he whispered dangerously into my ears while he pulled me back into his body with his strong arm around my waist.

“My father’s whores,” he said as his lips brushed my cheek, I moved my face away from him in pure disgust.

“And I know you’re one of them,” he said moving back from me,

What! I turned my head at him in utter shock, “No!” I whispered, he thinks I’m one of his father’s mistresses?

“Oh! Don’t lie to me, woman! I saw how you both interact with each other,” he said with a serious look on his face, “I saw how he looks at you,” he said with his gritted teeth, a fresh set of tears began rolling down my eyes.

“I’m not his mistress, I’m just his publicist!” I sobbed while I felt disgusted and hurt!