"MONSTER IN HIS EYES" Prologue

Prologue

Karissa Reed/female lead

(pretending to be asleep)

Ignazio Vitale/male lead

(tracing the index finger on the curvature of her spine)

Karissa Reed/female lead

(trembling at the feather light touch)

Ignazio Vitale/male lead

(still moving his fingers)

Karissa Reed/female lead

(breath hitches)

Karissa Reed/female lead

*why must he do this to me?*

Karissa Reed/female lead

*I hate myself for it, almost as much as I hate him. and I hate him...... boy, do I hate him. I've never heated something or someone so much in my life before. I hate his hair,his smile, his eyes. I hate the word he says to me and the raspy tone of his voice. I hate the feeling he does, the man he is.I hate the way he treats me, the way he affect me, the way his hand inflict the worst kind of pain before somehow igniting a fire within me. it burns deep, raw passion and desire mixing with the purest agony.*

Karissa Reed/female lead

*I hate it. I hate it. I fucking hate it*

Ignazio Vitale/male lead

(reaches the small of her back,and pauses his finger, before tracinging a line along the waistband of her panties.)

Karissa Reed/female lead

*I feel my body coming alive, heating.... he's expertly kindling a fire, one only he knows how to stroke.*

Karissa Reed/female lead

*I want to douse myself in gasoline and set myself ablaze, melting away in the frames just to escape this feeling, but I know it's useless. even as a pile of ashes, I'd never get away. he is a force of nature. the air would carry me right back to him.*

Karissa Reed/female lead

*the air feels thick, like it's filled with the blackest smoke, aur maybe my lungs are just too stiff, strained long with every muscle in my body. I want to scream. I want to pull away. .... I want to run away but I don't, because I know he will catch me if I do. he did it before. he'll do it again.*

Ignazio Vitale/male lead

(training his finger up to her spine)

Karissa Reed/female lead

(keeping eyes closed and willing not feel it)

Ignazio Vitale/male lead

(touching her slowly all over the back)

Karissa Reed/female lead

(every cell inside in body is coming alive from that touch, every nerve ending sparking like livewires.)

Ignazio Vitale/male lead

(finger reaches the nape of her neck and pauses once again.....this time little longer.)

Karissa Reed/female lead

*five,ten,fifteen..... counting second in head, waiting for his next move, trying to think I had as if this is game of the chess and I can plan counter attack.*

Karissa Reed/female lead

*it's pointless even wondering.he is already captured my king. CHECKMATE.*

Ignazio Vitale/male lead

(once more, started to move finger the path of her spine, making it halfway down before deviating. explorers the rest of her back, going every which way, making shapes and forming patterns along her warm skin)

Karissa Reed/female lead

*his motion making me feel like.... I am a living Canvas and he is an artist.*

Karissa Reed/female lead

*it feels random, nonsensical, but I know this man. everything he does is for a reason. there's always method to his madness, meaning behind every word, a point to his action. and it's usually NEVER good.*

Karissa Reed/female lead

(squeezing eyes shut tighter)

Ignazio Vitale/male lead

(continue the movement of finger on her back)

Karissa Reed/female lead

*is he drawing me a pretty picture of a life he once promised, trying to make the lie seep through my skin? could he be writing a love letter, swearing to do better?....... oh maybe it's more like ransom note.*

Ignazio Vitale/male lead

(following the same continual trail, looping and carving.)

Karissa Reed/female lead

*envision it as he does it, realising after a moment that he is spelling out a lone word in cursive.*

Karissa Reed/female lead

*VITALE*

Karissa Reed/female lead

*his full name is ignazio vitale, although once, not so long ago, he urged me to call him NAZ. and it was Naz who charmed me, who won me over and made me melt. it wasn't until later that I got to know the true Ignazio, and by the time I met Vitale, it was far too late to just walk away. if I ever even could've......*

end of the chapter

(......) this represents the action *.......* this represents what are they thinking

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