Proserpina

With a rumble in his chest, he came forward.

‘Little one.’ He growled. I remained where I was, looking up at him, my love in my eyes.

He pulled me to my feet and fisting my hair, jerked me around, moulding me to his body. I could feel his hardness against my back and I trembled, in longing and a strange kind of fear. He looked as though he was about to give way to his darkest desires.

I tried to look at him, there were times when I felt he was trying to drive me away, when he would be vulgar on purpose, hurt me with his harsh...