"What about my house?" Viv asked Dominikov

"What about your house?" he countered, cocking a brow

"Right now, you're taking me to your house, not mine. I need to know how often this is going to be" she said matter-of-factly

"You'll live with me in the Machiavellian mansion as from now on. You'll be allowed to go back to your house, only during the weekends. You no longer need to drive anymore. This limousine and the drivers in front, will be permanently assigned to taking you wherever you want to go for the next one year. Naturally, you'll be allowed to have visitors at the mansion, but you'd have to inform me before their arrival at there, so they don't get gunned down on sight"

She could slowly feel the effects of whatever had momentarily paralyzed her initially, leaving her body. She could rotate part of her limbs now, and suddenly, she vibrated in anger.

"You're incorrigible you know that? Do you think putting other persons in a spot, while you hide in the shadows makes you a hero? Oh no. it makes you an insignificant coward!"

As soon as she said that, her head started twisting in the worst sort of pain she could only ever have imagined.

"Aarrgh!arrrrrrgh!!! stop it! Stop it!!"

It got even worse. She screamed out even louder, trashing and turning, as her two hands clutched her head tightly, her nails digging into her skull and drawing blood, yet the pain just got impossibly worse.

It was like her head was splitting into a thousand pieces then hammered upon all at once.

As the pain continued to get worse, she became aware of one thing. She was dying. A very fast and painful death, as she felt the gush of blood rushing to her nostrils, spilling out through both holes, unto her face.

But he couldn't kill her, could he? He needed her didn't he? She wasn't sure anymore.

"Please Dominikov. I'm sorry!!! Oh my god! Please make it stop!!!"

No answer. If it were possible, the pain got even worse. Perhaps she'd gone too far this time. She'd angered him to the point where he wanted her dead.

Her eyes travelled to the back of her head, as she wheezed roughly, no longer breathing. 1 minute...2 minutes...3 minutes she was turning blue from lack of breathing and the mind splitting pain. She was at the peak now. Between life and death. Yes. pain and lack of air could do that to you.

just as she was about to cross over into the realm of the dead, at that determining point, the pain stopped instantly and air painfully gushed back into her lungs as she wheezed, clutching her throat, as if to will more air to enter the constricting airways. Tears licking from her eyes, her nose she bleeding, she shakingly brought out a handkerchief from her bag, to clean up her face - blood, sweat and tears

"If you wanted a soft and mild woman you can easily control, then why ever would you pick me?!" Vivienne yelled out at him shaking uncontrollably from the after effects, more unwanted tears falling unto her cheeks, her heart still pounding into overdrive

"Good question. One I still don't have an answer to" he replied sighing, opening his arms for her, but she did the very opposite and shifted back into her seat.

She really was scared of him now. All she'd done, was call him a coward and she'd almost died for it. How was she going to survive this for the next one year?

"How.. how do you do that?" she finally asked, several minutes later

"Do what?"

"You didn't lay a finger on me, yet I felt so much pain"

"You don't need to worry about that any longer Vivienne" he said in a quiet tone

"You'll never do that to me again. Ever. As from now on, no matter what I do... or say, you'd never physically hurt me to the point where I have to fear for my life. Because if that's the case, you can kiss a baby from me goodbye. Because I would fight you with my every breath, before I'll ever get into bed with you. This is me, and I'm never going to change. Not for you... or for anyone. I say whatever I want and do whatever the fuck that I want" she panted out in anger

"I'm sorry...Vivienne" he replied after a while.

"Now would you come into my arms? You're still in shock, and you're shivering"

"I'd rather shiver to death, than move an inch closer to you"

Dominikov sighed again, he'd gone about it all the wrong way. He'd wanted her to respect him. Now she was fucking terrified of him and he couldn't bear to see her like this cause fact is, he loved her sassy and witty comebacks and so he did the one thing he'd never done for anyone outside the fold before. He put on the lights and she saw his face the first time.

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