Virulent Allures ✧ Born to Die I

𝟑. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥

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Hey guys, I would appreciate it so much if you voted, commented and put the book in your reading lists... Would love to know that you like what I write <3

P.S.: I'm literally so stupid, I thought I had published this chapter last Saturday but I got here today to publish the next one (a bit late again, I know and im sorry) and saw that I had only saved it as a draft lmfao... Anyways, I'm sorry about that, next chapter's coming up soon!

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Adelaide's P.O.V.

The feeling of being watched is, in my opinion, one of the most terrifying feelings you could ever experience. There's just this...this helplessness and panic and vulnerability hanging to that feeling, that make your heart beat so hard you think it will break your ribs like pine-needles and get out of your chest. And when you're asleep, it gets worse, if that's even possible. The helplessness, the panic, the despair, they only grow and grow and grow, until you can't take it anymore.

And then you jump up awake and hit your head on something solid.    

My forehead throbbed from the sharp impact and everything spun around me, making me grunt and put one hand over my squinted eyes, shielding them, while the other one cradled the spot of my head that I had just banged.     

Cold sweat covered my forehead, nape, back and chest, re-liquefying the once dried blood on my skin. My hands felt clammy and filthy, and my whole body itched irritably. Among the feelings of being raped, and being watched, being dirty would definitely conquer a stand on my 'Worst feelings I have ever experienced' platform.     

A shiver ran down my spine and the hair on the back of my neck raised in a horrifying awareness. I removed my hand from my eyes but closed them immediately and groaned when a bright sunray blinded me. I kept my eyes squeezed shut for a moment, before opening them again. My vision turned white and I blinked, until I could finally see clearly.    

Panic rose in my chest, causing me to jump up again and make frantic movements that even I couldn't fathom, once I realized that I was in the opened trunk of a car. And not where I had parked the night before, but rather in a place that looked like a deserted parking lot in the middle of nowhere. 

"Κλείνω, ξύπνησε."   

(I'm hanging up, she woke.) 

I froze.  

My blue eyes flicked up and locked with a pair of light grey ones, so light they looked almost white. Emotionless. Heavy and invasive, as though they were staring into my soul. And cold. Colder than ice. Colder than anything I had ever seen...  

I opened my mouth to speak but closed it and stared at him further instead. Because, oh mon Dieu, never before had I ever seen such a handsome face. With his sharp features, light eyes and dark hair, he was the embodiment of masculine magnetism. He was so...perfect that using any other word to describe him felt like a blasphemy. Quite frankly, perfect felt like an understatement too.  

"You stole my car." A distantly familiar deep voice with slightly rough edges snapped me out of my daze and sent a violent shiver straight to my core. "Not a smart move."   

Merde...  

(Shit!)   

Realization hit me in the head like a ten-pin bowling ball, once my brain managed to overlook this man's pristine face and smoky, silvery voice and grasp the words that he had just said to me.