28. Prisoner with a jerk
I hated Niall. I showed it with my whole body and he wasn't as fond of me, in the same way as before. I hardly looked at him and I tried to talk as little as possible with him.
"Why the hell don't you meet me half way?" he got out one day. I looked at him coldly, and showed that I didn't care. Niall got mad and came at me with quick steps. He grabbed me and looked coldly into my eyes.
"You are mine and I'm damn sure you feel the same."
"Death would have been a better way out."
He released me and frowned.
"Why don't you kill me? You killed that man without blinking and it should be easy for you to kill me?"
He didn't like my words, and backed away from me.
I nodded cold.
"Well, I may feel that way because you don't know a thing about what I feel. I hate you and I hate every breath you take." I enjoyed. "I hate your hands, your body and your whole personality. Everything you are to me, is a fucking idiot who thinks he can take over the world. Yet you are just a pathetic little boy who doesn't know a thing about the real world."
I was stuck in handcuffs otherwise I move on me, but I remained in the sofa. Niall blinked and looked terrified me.
"I'm not like that ..."
I disagreed with him.
"You think you can break me down by having sex with me and showing your nasty side, but I know you're just a baby that cries out for attention."