Buy My Time ✓

Part 2: Chance and Chandeliers

I suddenly felt my blood about to boil.

He did nothing but stare at me.

'Say something' I thought.
'Move'
'Do anything'

Or maybe...
"W-want a lap dance?" I asked, not being able to bring my eyes to meet his.

Normally I could see without feeling, but his eyes were daggers, and the red club lights only made his eyes seem to pierce through me more.

Without a response he brushed past me, and what I did next, I quickly regretted.

"Hey asshole!" I grabbed his coat sleeve.

Only then, did I realize his attire.

His coat wasn't that of any regular businesswear. It draped all the way down to just above his knee, and it was open so I could see a regular black T, red straps decorating an X across his chest.

Was he armed?
Is he a body guard here? Maybe he's new, cause they don't look like this.

When he turned to look at me, the wavy hair above his ear moved just so I could see the shine of his black-ring piercing on his left upper helix.

Though he was mainly dressed in all black, his blue eyes contrasted greatly compared to the rest of him. One of which had a scar, reaching from his right eyebrow to straight beneath that eye. It should have calmed me to know that I wasn't completely alone, but it only made him scarier.

The music changed and I could only feel my heart. That glare...Did no one else find him horrifying? It wasn't like he was invisible!!

Maybe it was the liquor, but those eyes were the brightest thing in the room right now, and I needed to leave.

Now.

Oh, how I wish I never bumped into him, because now I'm running, and just maybe... running for my life.

•••

I panted as I ran into a totally different room. Holding my stomach, I caught my breath, only to lose it again. The room was so ethereal, and even drunk I could take in its beauty.

Full of paintings, a long royal table, chandeliers, book shelves, but the most extravagant feature was the ceiling, designed as a roman numeral clock with hints of gold and rose pedals around the rim.

To say this club was a mansion, was an understatement.

Where exactly was I?

I thought I was hallucinating, but then I heard footsteps and immediately hid under the table. Such a dumb decision.

Like a spark from a broken bulb, one hand grabbed both of my wrists out from under.

Oh...he's strong strong.

I was leaning into him a bit, still in his tight grasp. It hurt and I felt tears begin to swell in my eyes. "H-hi. I didn't m-mean to...to.."
I trailed off.

What the fuck was I trying to say and why ain't this man killed me yet?

Wait? Is this man a killer?!

I started to freak out, "Oh n-"

He forcefully sat me down in one of the crowned chairs and I fearfully kept my eyes on the ground.

Just stay quiet... stay quiet...

I watched as he took a knife out of his boot.

His nails were painted black? He goth or sum'n?

He must have wanted me to look up because he kept his hand in his boot, implying that I follow with my eyes.

I gulped as he slowly rose up until the knife reached to his face, which was right in front of mine.

I started to squirm and he put a simple finger to his lips.

Was this a lullaby, or his surprisingly handsome looks...because I suddenly had the urge to calm down.

Until...

Scratch.

Scratch.

Screech.

He started sharpening his knife on the edge of the chair I was sitting in.

Staring at him in immense fear, he held up four fingers. Putting a finger down each time he scratched the surface of the chair.

Is... Is he giving me time? The fuck is this game?
Hell...I was sure I'd lose.

He moved from in front of me, holding up a fresh hand and giving me a nod.

This was it.

5 seconds of trying, or hesitate and end up dying.

I ran as he stayed right in place, still counting with those haunted knife scrapes.

When he started to follow, I remembered something important.

Someone important.

"Shit."

Yolarie.