Just thinking about what that bastard did to her has my blood boiling... I knew he wanted her but I didn't think he'd go so far. It was about time to remove the bastard... no one tries to touch what's mine... no one.
My dark eyes darken even more as I run my hands through her dark, long hair. I begin thinking of all the ways to kill the bastard... Did I want to rip him apart or skin him alive... maybe both. I gently touch her cheek when she frowns.
I'm afraid of how she's going to react... She doesn't handle vulnerability well... and that's what the controlling calm does. It makes them vulnerable... easy to take and do whatever you want to them. If I could have just gotten there a little sooner... another wave of anger washes over me and I clench my teeth.
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