<span style="color: #FF80FF"> <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;">Lea Stevens</div></span></span> </span><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/036e0d3a-b28c-47ec-b858-0eaea6c67e4d.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF80FF"><div style="text-align: center;">"Jazz"</div></span></span></span><br/><br/>Carlos grabbed her chin, holding her head still as he spoke. She glared at him, still defiant, still unwilling to admit defeat. She was afraid of him because she knew what he was capable of, but even that knowledge didn't stop her from wanting to fight against his will. At least until she felt his hand begin to press against her throat.<br/><br/>She struggled against him in her panic, unable to breathe. Tears sprang forth and she couldn't speak, her body begging her to find a way to get oxygen once more. She stilled, going completely limp under Carlos in effort to appease him, to get him to let her go. He finally removed his hand and she took gulps of air, unable to think of anything else.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Lea accept that I am in control of you life now..." </span><br/><br/>She didn't want to, she wouldn't, but she wasn't going to say that to a man who had just choked her to prove a point. He had an odd way of showing his love. Why did she even love him? All this preaching about how he was going to save her from herself when it looked like the only person she needed saving from was him. She was done, though, for the night. She wanted to just curl in a ball in die the moment. She was too exhausted to try and fight him anymore--at least at the moment.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF80FF">"I want to go to sleep, please," </span>she finally rasped out, looking to the side. She hated looking into his eyes. They didn't match who she knew and she knew that hers didn't look the same anymore either. They were going to be the end of one another. She could feel that deep down inside.