The beast within...
The words echoe inside his mind like the sweetest melody!
“Do you want me to return the favor?”
Ohohoho! He fucking does. In fact you can’t even imagine how much he needs you to return the fucking favor! Right this fucking instance!
Bucky feels his cock pulsing and throbbing in anticipation! So you have finally decided to accept him and your new reality? Are you gonna let him be your first?! And only?
He feels so hot, the anticipation is killing him and suddenly his mind explodes into thousand pieces.
Why the fuck he feels that way? You are just an average girl after all… A random girl that happened to stumble across his way.. Nothing special….
His heart rate increases… Who the fuck is he trying to fool? You are anything but average. You are fucking gorgeous to begin with. You stimulate him, you challenge him, you make him feel alive! A fucking bratty doll that came to mess with his life and with his mind.
He leans closer, his lips almost touching yours as he whispers with a voice so raspy you can barely make out the words.
“I’m a dead man if you don’t…”
Your breath hitches and the hotness in your face increases in a whole new level but nonetheless you nod vigorously.
Ok, now’s the time for Bucky to finally claim what he’s been craving so fucking much. Everything is perfect! You are fucking perfect! He steals a moment to memorize the scenery before him; a gorgeous doll tied and secured in his bed with her legs spread wide, soaking wet and still trying to catch her breath after the mind-blowing orgasm he has just given her…. Well, well the timing couldn’t be more perfect…
Your teeth that are light grazing your bottom lip captures his attention and Bucky feels so hot and over-stimulated he knows for sure that if he attempts anything right that moment he’s going to burst in his briefs like a fucking schoolboy. So he takes a looong moment to calm his racing pulse a bit but… It’s fucking impossible! The mere image of you so spent and inviting fucks with his mind and Bucky lets a frustrating groan!
You pupils dilate even more after hearing a sound so primitive and wild leaving his lips and the increasing hunger in your hazy stare doesn’t help much and Bucky starts cursing quietly under his breath…
Nghhh… He can’t stand such humiliation! He inhales and exhales loudly through his nose to gain some control over his body and that’s the fucking time you choose to lift your hips and rub your soaked core onto his rock hard erection.
The next string of curses that leave his mouth are not so quiet and you frown.
He looks…mad. Angry and displeased… with you!
“What did I do wrong this time?” You wonder and all of the sudden you feel self conscious. You want to take it all back and just disappear from sight but it’s too late for that now and tears blind your vision completely.
Bucky notices it and he curses again even louder than before causing you to flinch under his strong body that keeps you pinned in the mattress.
He tries to calm down, he really does but all the chaos that reigns inside his mind at that moment doesn’t help him much and Bucky wants to punch his stupid self. You had just offered yourself to him and he had succeeded to fuck up like a major prick. And now he has made you believe that his anger and frustration is because of you and you couldn’t be more wrong but how can he explain now what the true reason is….
“Baby doll…” He starts but you avert your gaze and turn you head at the side, trying to hide your face in the soft pillows the best you can. Bucky wants to punch himself even harder.
There are only two options now:
Lie to you and save him from the humiliation but he has to find something to blame for his sudden irritation.
Or he can just tell you the fucking truth…
Bucky has always been a simple man.
He doesn’t try to make you turn and face him, instead his lips touch the shell of your ear and he hiss.
“I want to fuck you so badly. I want to wreck that tight pussy of yours so no other man will ever be enough for you… ”
His breathing and yours turns heavier as he goes on.
“Has been my only thought since the moment I laid eyes on you.”
His big hand travels all the way down and he forcefully cups your sex making you draw a shaky breath and yelp.
His next words is just a low growl inches above your ear.
“It’s all I can think about those last couple days.”
His hand open-palmed forces more pressure and you arch your back stifling a needy moan.
“Every. Fucking. Minute.” With every word his palm is rubbing you a little faster making you open your mouth and start panting.
“Of. Every. Fucking. Day.” His hand disappears but a split second later you feel his fingers hook in the waistband of your sweat pants tugging hard at it.
You blood is boiling, you ears are buzzing and you feel so hot you find it hard to breathe properly as Bucky goes on.
“I. Imagine. How. Good. It. Will. Feel. Splitting. This. Virgin. Pussy. In. Half.”
Your breath hitches at the vulgarity of his words and a little desperate cry leaves your mouth.
Bucky with a sudden move pulls your pants all the way down your legs, discarding them at the floor nearby and leaving you once more bare and exposed beneath him.
And he pulls back a little to observe your flustered face better as both his hands travel up and down the sides of your body, caressing your feverish skin until they descend on your bound arms and he leans closer again with a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.
“And… baby girl when I finally claim your sweet pussy I’ll make damn sure you won’t be able to leave the fucking bed for days.”
You swallow hard. His words both intrigue and scare you. And because he can read you like a fucking open book Bucky bites his bottom lip and hums.
“This pussy will learn to whom it belongs to. I’ll make sure of it!”
Your eyes are wide as saucers, looking up at him with a fearful innocence that drives him insane.
“But to succeed that, I need you to help me take some of the steam away.”
Oh!
Is this what you think it is? Maybe you are wrong… You don’t have much experience with those things but…
But you think you get what Bucky asks from you… Oh… Ok, you get it now! That’s why he looked so frustrated before… It wasn’t for something you did..
“No, actually it was because of something you did!” Your brain laughs.
And before you know it you nod. Ok, maybe you shouldn’t have offered yourself so eagerly before… Maybe giving him a hand job is a better way to start off…
With that in mind you are about to ask him free your hands when Bucky starts moving till his lower body is closer to your face.
What is he doing???
For a couple seconds your eyes follow his movements with brows furrowed but soon you realize what he’s about to do and you fight not to totally freak out.
“Bucky?”
He’s not straddling you anymore instead he’s supporting all his weight on his knees and his strong thick thighs are mere inches from your face.
His gaze drops on your anxious face and despite the playful smirk on his lips his eyes are pitch black.
“Doll…” His voice is firm and leaves no place for argument.
He doesn’t continue but you know what he wants. You are not stupid… He expects you to please him with your mouth.
You gulp again. This… is… weird! It’s so fucking intimate! And it’s too fucking soon! And even the position is all wrong! You should be the one kneeling, not him! This feels more degrading, like he doesn’t want you to have any liberty to move or act on your own free accord. Like the only thing he wishes right now is to use your mouth the way he wants.
Your pulse quickens and you tug at your binds frantically. Nothing changes, you cannot escape him. Bucky is still regarding you with that predatory gaze and you feel trapped again.
“Please untie me!”
He tilts his head on the side and he offers with a deadly calm voice..
“Why would I do that now?”
A small fearful sound leaves your mouth. He’s fucking with you again… A power-play to show you who has the upper hand here.
And that tiny voice inside you curses him intently. He’s a fucking bipolar asshole and you are not sure you if you actually like this darker version of him much. Your soaked core has a different opinion though…
You want to roll your eyes and scoff at your needy, slutty self and your brain scolds. “Really now are you going to get all worked up because this asshole wants to fuck your face?”
Your gaze travels to his crotch and then back at his ravenous expression.
He returns the stare and he looks so… determined that you gulp to control your rising panic…
You know how it’s done… You are not stupid and yes you have watched porn before but even back then you thought it was vile and just too much… Especially in a position like the one you are right now!
But as your mind is racing over a thousand miles per second you notice that Bucky remains placid still waiting for a respond. And then it hits you; he craves the upper hand but he won’t do anything without your consent…
And that knowledge thrills you beyond words. It’s your turn to tilt your head now as you’re regarding him silently through heavy eye-lashes.
Yes, he’s definitely waiting for a signal that he can go on… And even though his nostrils flare from the fast and heavy way he’s breathing and you can clearly witness how the veins in his neck pulse angrily, the man who’s looming over you remains still and controlled.
Wow! If your hands weren’t bound you would have applauded him for his exceptional self control!
And… you feel confident all of the sudden. Yes, you can do that! You trust him enough to know that he’s not gonna hurt you, so you finally give that small nod of confirmation he needs and he almost shudders from all the tremendous effort it took to keep his body still.
And next everything happens in time speed; Bucky shoves his briefs down, freeing his engorged erection and giving it a few long strokes, hissing at the same time. Until now you didn’t have the chance to take a good look at his massive dick and seeing it standing hard and proud mere inches from your flustered face does things to you and to your pussy that cannot be described.
But you can’t hide your shock either; the man is huge and you can’t help but wonder how in earth that thing will fit inside you when Bucky finally decides to fuck you. Actually at the moment you have serious doubts that this thing can even pass your lips… As dread and apprehension slowly fills you Bucky grabs the base and gently guide it till the tip touches your lips and you gasp.
Your eyes never leave that intimidating thing that demands access into your mouth, not even after you hear him hissing rather desperately.
“Open up doll!”
You are not quite sure if that was a command or a plea but the result remains the same, you keep your mouth shut tight still unsure if you will be able give him what he wants.
Bucky senses your fear and cupping gently the side of your face he coaxes one more time.
“Common baby doll, be a good girl and part those pretty lips for me now…”
Your eyes are huge, glazed, as you finally manage to take your gaze from that angry, veiny thing and look up at his face.
“Its…Just… You.. are... big…”
You witness how his chest swell with pride… And you want to roll your eyes. Pff men…
The hand that holds the size of your face gently caresses your cheek.
“Have you done this before?”
You shake your head no and you see how his eyes glint possessively. The bastard likes that.
“I’ll go slow…I promise”
That’s a huge lie but you don’t have to know that… Actually Bucky intends to start fucking your face mercilessly the moment you open those pretty lips for him. He has already refused to fuck your virgin cunt like a brute but he doesn’t feel the same about using your sassy mouth the way he wants…
On the contrary, Bucky needs to finally appease that beast inside him that threatens to emerge on the surface any second now. That’s why he decided to fuck your beautiful face that way and not on your knees in front of him. He wants you bound, helpless and totally at his mercy… He needs to use you, needs to make you realize to whom you belong to and even though he doesn’t actually intend to hurt you, he’s pretty sure that your mouth can survive a good hard pounding.
Bucky is still looking down at you expectedly. His fathomless eyes roam over your face and you feel how the muscles in his thighs stiffen a bit like he’s literally struggling to command his body to remain still.
Your mind is racing… and yes you desperately want to please this ridiculously sexy fucker who has turned your whole world upside down…
But on the other hand what if you can’t? You feel uncertain… What if your lack of experience makes you look like a fool? What if he doesn’t find your …efforts good enough and decides that you are of no use after all?
As for Bucky… He can sense the struggle that goes on inside your mind and he can easily guess your thoughts… No worries… He’ll show you how much you can fucking please him! You are perfect just the way you are! He needs nothing more! There is no need to use words to describe to you how much he fucking wants you… You are going to discover that on your own soon enough!
As for your other fears, the ones concerning his girth…
Well the truth is that… He doesn’t really care… You’ll just have to learn how to take him…He isn’t going to let you escape him this time! No, nope! He just wants, needs to take something/anything from you and if he can’t have your sweet pussy yet then he’s gonna have your pretty mouth. Ruin your pretty mouth!
His eyes descend on your plump lips for a few long seconds and he almost moans; what beautiful lips you have, just perfect for dick sucking and at the mere thought control slip from him just a little more and he lunges his hips forward, guiding the tip of his cock to play with your soft lips. Patience’s wearing thin and when some more time passes and you haven’t moved yet Bucky groans his frustration and slaps his enraged cock across your face. He repeats the action till you feel a subtle sting on your face. You yelp unable to hide your initial shock. Your eyes are frantic, going from his erect member that prodding at your lips to his face and back down again.
All softness from before gone and that darker alter ego of his has taken control once more… Or maybe soft Bucky is the alter ego and this one is the real thing… Suddenly he snaps and growls down at you.
“Suck.”
You remember the last night’s agonizing spanking and you really don’t trust the fire that is currently burning in his eyes.
Better comply yourself preservation warns. Yes, you wouldn’t like it now if crazy asshole Bucky changes his mind and decides to fuck you…
Anxiety fills your eyes. “I will try. I don’t know if…”
The words get stuck in your throat and you try to swallow your fear but after a moment or two you decide to comply and very slowly you open up and run your tongue up and down his thick cock. Surprisingly he doesn’t taste bad... just salty if you had to describe it…
You look up at him again, your eyes full of uncertainty but you are met with such desperation in his gaze that makes your insides clench wantonly all of a sudden.
“Ok, we can do this!” Your slutty voice reassures you and mustering your nerves you try to imitate every porn scene you have ever watched!
The angle and your secured arms don’t help much but you lift your face, bringing your lips closer and you flick your tongue against the head of his cock and it responds immediately, pulsing and twitching against your tongue.
Bucky keeps still, watching you transfixed and enjoying this new dynamic between you two so fucking much he literally shudders from raw need. All the suppressed desires of those last couple days are threatening to consume his thoughts completely and when a soft moan escapes your lips the last ounce of shelf control escapes him completely. He can’t fight it anymore and with a feral growl his hand shots forward, gripping you by the back of the head and burying your mouth on him, thrusting violently so deep he reaches your throat. Your eyes are wide from shock as you gag and your body starts writhing under his. He hasn’t indented to be so rough right from the start but what can he say, he just can’t contain it anymore and you just have to endure it.
Your eyes water, your mind is screaming and his masculine scent is filling your nostrils, making you light-headed. You want to shove him back when you suddenly remember that you are still tied onto his bed and that’s when you start to panic. You start pleading him with your eyes but he’s gone and something so wild has taken over… His body thrusts again and again, each snap of his hips turns sharper and sharper making his member hitting the back of your throat repeatedly and you choke violently!
Ok, now you’re seriously scared. You want to shout, cry, scream, beg him to stop, tell him that you can’t breathe but with every muffled sound that comes out of your mouth his grip in your hair increases and he’s bobbing your head quicker, pulling almost all the way out and back down till his pelvis is flat against your face.
You are gagging; his bulk is suffocating you, your mouth and throat are burning from his punishing tempo and that’s when you start struggling desperately against the assault, thrashing your head and trying to make him stop...
Huge mistake…
Bucky growls something between gritted teeth and his free hand dug its fingers into your chin so violently to keep you still that you can actually feel the bruises start forming there.
Your only concern now is to suck air as much as you can through your nose but it’s not enough and soon little black spots start to crowd your vision. You try to relax your muscles in a vain attempt to accept his massive length down your throat but you gag again and Bucky hisses, his body shivering with lust.
He likes that! Your mind screams! He likes it having you at his mercy like this! And you swear to fucking scratch his eyes out the moment he sets you free!
But for now you just have to try to survive and not chock to death before he finishes!
Thankfully all pent-up steam from the last days work on your favor and you feel his thrusts grow more and more erratic and feral until he finally pulls you flat against him and holds still. You feel his hot shoot inside your mouth, thick ropes of cum going straight into your throat and filling you so full that some of it starts running down your chin.
Bucky’s whole body is convulsing, his grip on your hair tightens to the point of pain until with a deep guttural sound that leaves his lips his body withdraws, releasing you and sinking back on his knees, breathing heavily.
Your pathetic whimpers fill the air as you desperately try to catch your own breath. And the bloodshot gaze you toss at him makes him chuckle almost innocently. He looks all relaxed and soft again like he hasn’t just violated your mouth. He has this lazy, satisfied expression on his face and you just want to punch him so fucking hard! But you are still tied so you don’t want t anger him just yet…!
Finally spent and content, Bucky leans forward to untie you, massaging your now bruised wrists with a look of pure adoration in his eyes… He’s so happy that he totally misses the steam that comes out your nose and ears and when he’s sure that blood circulation has returned and your arms aren’t that numb anymore he releases them and turns to face you, opening his mouth to say another one of his pathetic sweet lies…
Like “Oh doll, you are so fucking safe with me! I will never hurt you!” Pfff asshole!
The loud smack across his face has him stunned for several loooong seconds. The moment his eyes find your face again he doesn’t look angry… Just utterly shocked, like he hasn’t realized yet what the fuck has just happened. Like he doesn’t quite believe that you would ever dare to strike him.
The second one, more of a punch than a mere slap has him groaning in pain as his head shots back. You in the meanwhile have used the time he took to realize what the fuck is happening to sneak from underneath him and now you are standing next to his bed, putting back on your discarded sweat pants and ragging with your fists raised and ready to fight this fucker off.
You saw it when his mind finally puts two and two together and he realizes that you had actually raised a hand at him…
You see the shock and the hurt and the anger and finally… the calmness?!
You feel uncertainty crawls back inside you as you watch the way his face becomes placid, bare of any emotions.
And oh, his movements are so calm, unhurried and précised as he climbs off the bed and stands to his full height, facing you.
You know you are badly screwed from that deadly calmness in his features. He doesn’t use his usual death stare on you nor does he grazes his bottom lip with his teeth like he does when he’s angry. He just stares down at you, his face like a mask and that scares the hell out of you!
You take a hesitant step back and he doesn’t move or follow you. Why does he act like a fucking robot? You lick your own lips trying to calm down your rapid pulse and failing. You open your mouth several times but you close it again. And Bucky has yet to move…
Finally you let out a quite, hesitant “Bucky?”
He only tilts his head like he doesn’t actually recognize you and he squares his shoulders like he’s about to do something… But what?
That fucking calmness and lack of any sign of anger or frustration from his part makes your blood run cold and you take another step back. And he smirks… Not his usual smug smirk that gives you butterflies… No, no, no…! It’s another kind of smirk… One that actually says “you are fucked”
You don’t want to look like a coward especially after that display of bravery but he freaks you out and soon your nerves take the best of you and you take a couple more steps back nearing the bathroom.
His eyes glint at that and he tsks you, lifting a single finger in the air and moving it as to warn you to don’t do that. You are near the door now and your head turns slightly staring at it and then Bucky again. His stony expression still unreadable but his eyes speak volumes now and you realize that this is how Bucky must usually looks when he does whatever the fuck it’s what he actual does for living or when he kills? people…!
“Y/N…”
Your name in his tongue gives you the chills. His voice is calm, calculated and so fucking scary!
Your gaze flickers at the door again and Bucky tsks you again.
“You should have learned by now that there is no place good enough to hide you from me. Come here!”
You would have preferred it if his command was an angry one, instead of that robotic calmness in his voice… Another step back for you.
“Bucky you hurt me. I was just angry.”
Your voice stammers as you try to speak but he doesn’t look at you anymore. His stare is fixed on the nightstand looking, searching for something. Your eyes follow him as he moves almost lazily to grab something and you breath caught in your throat as you see something shinny in his hand and you soon realize it’s a hunting knife. Your face pales.
“Bravo Y/N!” Your mind shouts! “You finally made him snap!”
“Buck…?”
He still doesn’t look at you.
“Come here! I won’t tell you a third time…”
You try desperately to reason with him.
“You’ve promised not to hurt me…” Your voice is so thick that is almost unrecognizable.
That tilt of his head again like he can’t recall what you’re telling him.
“Did I?”
Tears are running freely down your cheeks as you shake your head, pleading him.
“Bucky please… Stop. You are scaring me…”
“You should be scared! Now. Come. Here.”
At this point your back is pressed flat against the wall behind you.
“What are you going to do? Please put that down! I’ll be good I promise! Don’t hurt me!” You cry in earnest now, even hiccupping as you try to speak.
The look he tosses you is one of pure disinterest.
“I’ll do whatever the fuck it needs to be done to teach you some ground rules and since you’re so difficult to learn we’ll do this the hard way. Blame’s on you!”
He points the knife at you and he beckons you again to step closer.
Panic rising and with a shriek you turn your back at him and run into the bathroom, locking the door behind you, panting loud, and frantically searching around to find anything to help you defend yourself.
The loud bang makes you shriek in pure terror again. And another one, even more powerful that makes the whole door shook.
Now his voice sounds angry… No, no just angry, inhuman someone could say.
“Y/N open the fucking door or I swear to God you will fucking regret it!”
You back away from the loud banging but the room is small and there is nowhere for you to run. Your back hits the cold tiles and you shut your eyes close, trembling and crying at the same time, waiting for your inevitable end.
Bucky is kicking the door now and you can hear the lock cracking. Soon he’ll be inside and then nothing can save you from his wrath… The only thing you could hope for now is for a quick and merciful death…
Another kick and the lock has almost yield under the brutality of his force. You sit down at the cold floor, bringing your knees up and hugging your body the best you can. Your paralyzed mind starts drifting away and somewhere far away you can hear wood and metal cracking as well as Bucky’s threats.
“You ungrateful little slut! You’ll regret the moment you raised your hand at me! I’ll make sure you won’t be able to move a muscle for the weeks to come.”
Another loud crack, another vulgar curse.
“Hell… Maybe I’ll make sure you won’t be able to leave the fucking bed ever again. After all that’s the only thing you’re useful to me!”
Your hands travel up and you try to cover your ears.
“And you are not even good at that!”
Bucky screams behind the almost bent door, another kick, another mean comment.
“Useless whore! Maybe Steve is right and we should open a hole in your head after we’re done with you.”
One final kick and the door burst open. You don’t dare to look but you can hear his loud heaving. Your cries increase so much you cannot even hear him approaching and you bring your hands further up to protect your head the best you can.
Your final thoughts are regret and shame because there were more than a few moments you actually believed that this monster had some sort of feelings for you… What a pathetic girl you truly are and now you are going to die as such. You squeeze your eyes harder as vivid images of Bucky and Steve laughing at you after you are long dead, are invading your mind.
“Let it be quick, let it be quick, let it be quick…”
Bucky has other plans though and you hear yourself wailing as he grabs a fistful of your damp hair and starts dragging you out of the bathroom. Your hands fly up to hold his wrists the same time your legs kick in the air frantically. Bucky doesn’t slow down and releases you on the floor just beside the bed and his uses his naked foot to apply pressure on your back and keep you body down. He applies way more force than necessary and you feel him crashing your spine. You yell and cry, begging him to stop but every pathetic plea dies in your throat when his hand takes another hold of your hair tugging hard and forcing your head back the same time his other hand presses the knife at the tender skin of your neck.
Every sound dies in you and your body goes completely numb, terrified to even move a muscle.
His voice is so raspy and dark when he speaks just above your ear.
“See what happens when you choose to misbehave?”
You don’t dare to open your mouth to answer him, you don’t even dare to breath from fear that the knife is going to cut through your flesh.
“Tell me now what should I do with a dumb bitch who just can’t learn her place hmm?”
His words hurt you more that his feet on your back or the hand in your hair or even the knife against your throat and you quiver a little.
For a moment you think to press your neck against his knife and save yourself from all this torment but you are not ready to die yet… So you take a shaky breath and try to endure the torture and the pain.
Bucky leans even closer and he’s about to spit another insult or threat at you when a startled voice is heard from the doorway.
“Whoa, whoa... what the fuck man! What the fuck is going on?”
You can’t look even if you wanted to, the knife pressed hard at your neck prevents any movement but you feel Bucky’s body pulls back and turns to meet the owner of the voice.
He doesn’t speak though and the unfamiliar voice goes on.
“Man… Come now, calm the fuck down.”
Bucky still doesn’t respond. And you can hear hesitant steps approaching closer.
“Pal… Put that thing down… You’ll hurt the poor girl and you don’t want this now.”
……
“Buck! Bucky!”
Silence goes on for a good amount of time until suddenly you feel Bucky’s body shudders like he just came back to reality and he hisses, releasing you hair and removing the knife from your throat.
He steps back but you don’t dare to move your body too afraid to anger him again.
You hear steps near your head and strong hands are lifting you into a sitting position but your eyes are so red and foggy that everything is a blur… You can’t even cry properly anymore, only ragged short pants leave your lips.
Two hands steady you and a warm voice is speaking to you.
“Honey are you ok? Y/N, can you hear me?”
You nod once and you hand travels up to hold your neck. Next, that same gentle hands are helping you to stand and they are guiding you towards somewhere.
“Come honey, let’s find something to calm you down!”
As your blurry vision clears a bit you can see Bucky stands nearby with the muscles on his arms flexing and unflexing angrily and staring at your direction in pure shock or remorse someone could say… But not you!
Your attention returns to the person who is currently holds you hand and he is gently guiding you out of the bedroom and towards the kitchen.
You remember him… From that first night, when you stepped foot in that God damned place. He is the kind one, the one who had actually showed some concern about you…
Sam… Yes, you think his name is Sam.
Sam looks back at you and gives you a warm smile. You want to smile back but you can’t, after all you just had a near death experience. You are allowed to be a little pouty and gloomy, don’t you now?
After he sits you down and pours a yellow liquid in a large cup, offering it to you, he sighs.
“Don’t mind that jerk up there… He’s always like that when his temper gets the best of him… He wouldn’t have hurt you though… Don’t worry… He just needs time to cool off. That’s all!”
Sam sounds so sure about it! Well, he isn’t the one who just had a knife pressed into his throat…
You have nothing to say so you just bring the cup into your mouth and take a few sips and cringe at the acid running down your throat but nonetheless you have some more.
Whatever he gave you helps you to calm down your nerves a bit and when you manage to find your voice again you stammer.
“Please don’t leave me alone with him!”