Bad Night

🖤-- caught. 🖤

"I am a deer in the headlights of love."- Unknown

What happens first is simple--I grab my milk jug to dump it out at the grocery store and replace with more milk, and my purse, which is being weighed down by my Loona photocards. But whatever. I head out almost immediately after my alarm rings, in my grey Genshin Impact hoodie, hair frizzled and unbothered.

Before I know it, I'm at the store, legs exhausted from the walk. I would've taken my car but I don't exactly have one, so I walk, a lone wolf perhaps, on the street.

I'm paying attention to the Genshin app on my phone when a vehicle traps me in its lights. It's daytime, but there are headlights shining, and it's a speeding bullet to my heart.

However, it's stopped almost immediately from killing me. I've fallen to the ground in shock, making me an easy target--and what do you know, I am, because a tall man in a suit comes to grab my hand.

Words aren't exchanged between us. There's no need, honestly, and I can't quit staring into his alluring eyes. They have a sort of sparkle to them--if Regina George was a drug dealer committing tax fraud, this would be her. He has a menacing glare but a hint of softness in them. Well...not softness, but not quite apathy either. What does he want?

"So I almost saved you from getting rammed into," he introduces.

"I wish you would," I mutter, barely realizing I'm saying anything.

A beautiful, dark, twisted fantasy. That is what this is becoming, as I watch him smirk, the buttons on his red suit about to expose his chest. I wonder how it would feel to use that surface as a pillow, making me his and in some way, making him mine.

But I'm psycho because that'll never happen.

Or maybe it will.

He's catching onto my words and shy glances, my clinginess as he drags me into the parking lot. I didn't get the chance to grab groceries, but that's okay. I might be eating something else tonight if I'm lucky.

"This is the spot," he says, leading me into a sleek black Porsche. Of course this man would drive a car like this.

"It's fancy."

"It's what you do when you're a boss. " And before I know it I'm entering the car, except I'm in the trunk.

"Just trust me," he assures. "There's no space in the seats anyways, so the best spot for you is here."

But as soon as we're off, I strain my eyes to look through the tint. There doesn't appear to be much in the backseat...there's some big items and scattered paperwork, but I could fit. I am a submissive after all.