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𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 ! 𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃
BEING INVITED TO a hot man's house had it's perks, where excitement and thrill would flow through your veins once you start to make out after a few drinks. I mean, who would ever refuse Howl Jenkins Pendragon?
Spending a night at his home would be a pleasant experience, right?
Well, you were wrong.
Never in her life would have a student in her late teens thought about being placed onto a big board long enough for her body, ropes being tied around her ankles and wrists so painfully, it would surely leave marks. The ends of her pants were ripped to shreds, exposing her skin ever so slightly. Her clothes dirty, hair all dishevelled and her mascara running down her cheeks due to the overwhelming flow of her own tears, chest moving heavily and whimpers of fear leaving her trembling mouth.
She didn't expect this at all.
How could she, when it all played out so well and she was about to have the night of her life, but it was sadly ruined by none other than the tall man in front of her.
"Wasn't this the spiced up pleasure you were talking about, hm?" he would say with a not so noticeable smirk as his eyes dripped from insanity and pure joy, his fingertips brushing against his plump lips as he pushed his black shirt's sleeves up, exposing the veiny and delicate form of his arms.
He was beautiful even in this state of madness radiating from him. Was it the hair? The ocean eyes? She didn't know. But the fact a charming man as him was about to do awful things to her, made everything even worse and unsettling than it already was, her stomach twisting and churning so much she wanted to vomit.
She just began to burst into another rush of tears at his question, her breaths ragged as her eyes looked away from him and then locked to the white ceiling as she realised again what she had gotten herself into. Why did things lead to the current moment? Why did she deserve this? She couldn't tell, but she thought that the emptiness of the wall opposite her was comforting, and resembled her own mind currently.
The blonde licked his lips hungrily as he grabbed a knife, and ran his finger along the sharp blade to see if it had a good quality or if he should take another. His eyes scanned the utensils of different sizes and pain degrees on the white moving table next to him as if he was picking out clothes to go outside with.
When he was satisfied, his shoes clacked against the floor as he neared her fragile body and she began physically to panic, her voice becoming louder and more frantic. The rattling of the board and her legs slamming against the object echoed the walls in that room, the whole situation being too surreal.
Howl moved the board so that it wasn't upright but a little more leaned back and his body was a few centimetres away from touching hers, his large hands on both sides of her head, his long blonde strands touching her collarbones.
