I am drenched in sweat, frightened like a lost kitten.
At this point, I don't even know what's happening to me. My first instinct is to flee—just vanish from here. I try to run out of the room, out of the house—anywhere away. But God has different plans today.
A big hand grabs my neck and yanks me into a solid chest. A gasp escapes my lips as I wriggle like a fucking worm, my pathetic attempts to free myself. Stomping my feet, I try to grab anything to defend myself as my eyes darts towards the knife I left on the bed. Why did I bring it if I was going to leave it there? Fucking stupid of me. All those self - defense videos are useless today. I'm near my end. I can feel it.
"Hello, wildflower." A husky voice whispers with a dark chuckle, dangerously close to me
It's him...it's him
I try to shove him back with all my might, digging my nails into his arm, reaching for his hair, trying to gauge out his eyes. But nothing works with him. He feels inhumanly strong, and I'm just a hare trapped in his arms.
I remember how he lifted me so effortlessly that day in the club restroom. I know well enough he can lift me with his one hand. But I'm not someone who will let him have his way so easily. I'll fight.
To my surprise, he steps back. For a second I think finally I've escaped him. but he crumbles that thought as he pulls me back against his chest again. His other hand presses against my abdomen, just beneath my breasts.
I stomp on his feet, cursing him in rainbow-colored words, imagining all possible ways he can kill me for this.
"Why are you in my house?" I ask, voice like a trembling leaf.
"You wait and watch how I'll make you suffer!" I shout, my voice betrays just how terrified I'm.
He doesn't answer. He chuckles, clearly amused by my threats. Bloody scoundrel. Only if I had shoved that knife in his throat- maybe then he wouldn't be laughing.
"Stop moving. It's of no use." He says.
But I am too stubborn. I still struggle, unwilling to give up hope.
"Move an inch more and I won't think twice before shoving that pathetic knife in you." He growls.
I freeze. My thoughts spiral—my life could end today if I don't listen. I sob quietly, tears trailing from my eyes to my lips. I don't move an inch, but I'm on the brink of pissing myself.
Minutes pass, but he does nothing. Says nothing. It's like he's deep in thoughts, between some internal monologue which only he and God or maybe Satan can hear.
But what does he wants? Money perhaps? But if he wanted money, he could have robbed my house and left quietly. Or maybe he was doing so but I came and spoiled his plan. But if money is what he truly wants, why is he standing still, holding me.
"Who are you?? What you want??" I whisper, tears running down my cheeks.
"What I want?" He repeats, amused. "I want answers."
Answers?? What answers??
I want to ask, but I am not brave enough. Words choke in my throat.
"Only you can answer me, Luna" He purrs in my ear
"M-Me??" I almost whimpers, too overwhelmed to say anything.
"Yes you! You are the one who is responsible for why I am here!" He says in a stern voice. "I was where I belonged. But you called me so many times. Your voice rang in my ears, every night, calling me."
He leans in.
"So, tell me now wildflower, do you still crave me?" He whispers
"What bullshit!" I shout.
He's sputtering nonsense! None of this makes sense. I called him? My voice ringing in his ear? Is he some lunatic who escaped an asylum? Because no sane man will ever say something like this.
"Bullshit, you say.... hmm??" He hums.
He lifts me up in his arms, like I weigh nothing and walks towards the full - length mirror. He drops me there, still holding me.
Now I can see him properly. Jet black hairs lounging lazily on his forehead. A razor sharp jaw line, and eye –
Eyes like whiskey. Deep. Hypnotic. It's like he could intoxicate me just by staring in mine.
Is he even real??
Such a handsome face.
I've never seen eyes like these. Maybe its lenses.
He grabs my chin, tilting my neck. His other hand moves upwards- towards my breast. Not groping – just resting his palm there.
I'm the prey now, snared by the predator. He's playing with me before devouring me whole.
He leans in, slow and unhurried, his lips brushing my neck. I feel his warm breath against my skin, tickling. His hair grazes my face like silk.
I hate that my body betrayed me. Hate how his touch turns panic into pulse. Warm building up in my stomach, going all the way up to my chest.
He placed his mouth there, gliding his tongue up to my ear, still holding me like this. His grip tightening around me as he bit my earlobe gently. And I melt there, in his embrace, that warm feeling reaching down, making me wet and sleek, forgetting all about escaping from him. My rational mind being shut fully in his arms.
He bit me, just below my ear, and a moan escapes my lips. He chuckles as he bit again, harder, and then soothes the sting with his tongue.
Another bite.
More force.
Another moan.
All I could do was shudder there, moans and whimpers escaping my lips without my permission. My hand automatically goes in his hair, gripping them tight, almost like I'll rip them out. His teeth and tongue working together, miraculously, giving me many small marks, again and again.
I can feel his fingers, grazing over my nipples, making them harder than they already are.
"Wildflower?" He murmurs, voice like velvet and venom.
I don't respond. I can't. my mind is gone.
But then he bites my collarbone- hard.
"Won't you respond?" He asks.
"y-yes?" I say between moans.
"Why you summoned me?" He asks again, as if the answer will ever change.
"I don't know you" I cry.
"You know me pretty well." He says. "But I won't tell who I am. I want you to figure it out yourself."
"Please..... let me go." I beg.
He chuckles, sliding his hand between my thighs, caressing the soft flesh there.
"But your body says otherwise." He murmurs
And ohh my god! His cool fingers reach my folds, parting them and feeling the wetness there, touching me softly, as his finger gets wet from all the arousal.
then, to my surprise, his grip loosens, as he let me go, stepping back.
Rational thoughts crashes over me in a wave, I stumble backward, collapsing against the mirror, hugging my knees.
He licks his finger slowly, eyes fixed on me, like I'm the most tempting thing he ever tasted. His alcoholic eyes gleams in the dark.
"I will come again, for a taste." He drawls, retrieving towards the balcony, taking all the darkness with him.
It's like he is the darkness,
Or maybe something worse.
And then—light, as he carries his darkness away with him.
The room fills with rays from outside.
And I sit there, too stunned to think straight.