The Walls Can Talk

Chapter 6

Tomura had pulled you away. To the same room as before. You were correct, it was on the abandoned first floor. The horrible on the mattress floor, the dirty room. it was all the same as before. You followed him in, letting him seat you on the mattress. Tomura sat beside you, staring at you like he was amazed at your sight. He looked the same as before, perhaps more crazed. The same shaggy hair, the pale flaky skin. His red eyes seemed to only hold anger or lust.

Tomura leaned his head against the side of yours. Inhaling the smell of your hair, letting out a loud moan. Burying his face deeper into your hair. Letting his hand run through some loose strands. Touching and smelling you as if you were a dream. Something he couldn't believe was real. You felt the same, only you despised he was real. This wasn't your dream, this was all a nightmare.

"So sweet." He whispered against your skin. Moving his lips down to your neck. Letting them ghost over before placing tender kisses on your neck. Tomura's movements were sweet and gentle. So different from the mood of the occasion. "So sweet and mine." The last part was spoken in a low tone. Filled with possessiveness and hunger.

"Please, why can't you just leave me alone?" You couldn't even look at him. Letting him bury his face deeper into the crook of your neck. Kissing and nipping at your skin. "Why do you want me?"

His head shot up, forcing you to look at him. Tomura's hands are placed on both sides of your face. Forcing you to look at him. Both of you just stared at each other. Waiting for the other to speak first. After what felt like forever, he finally broke the silence. "Because. You're mine." Tomura was on you within a moment. Having pinned you down to the mattress. Hands-on either side of your head. Keeping you in place. "You're mine. I want you all, all to myself." Moving his face until he was resting his forehead against yours. "It gets so lonely. Alone in this hell. Though it isn't as bad as the real thing" So he wasn't simply just some ghost, no it was much more than that. He was something more, something more powerful. Possibly a demon. His words made your skin crawl and your stomach drop. "If you're good, I can be good. We can be alone now. We can get rid of that stupid roommate. You can be all mine now." Was he going to hurt Becca?

"Please don't. Don't hurt her." You were sobbing. Trying to appeal to any humanity he may have.

"Shh. It has to happen. She just won't leave us alone. Even now. She's forgiven you. She knows something is up and it wasn't you. She even messaged you to apologize. I'm sorry. She just won't leave."

"No, please. I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you want just leave her alone."

Tomura smiled at your words, like what you said was the sweetest thing he's heard. He shook his head, letting a laugh out at your words. As if your words were hilarious, that you begging for him to leave Becca alone and offering your submission was just so funny. A joke between lovers. Relaxing against your body, he inhaled your scent once more. Continuing his assault of his lips on your skin. Aiming for your cheek. Peppering them with kisses. His lips were rough against your skin. Chapped and scarred. You couldn't stop him, you begged for Becca's safety in exchange for your safety. There was no stopping him, you assumed this was him agreeing. Yet, when it came to Tomura, you could never be sure.

"You'll leave her alone right?"

"Hmm" He looked up at you. "Oh, her. Yes, I'll leave her alone as long as you listen. And that bitch doesn't get involved."

Once you nodded he went back to kissing you. Letting his hands wander over your torso. Pulling your shirt up, allowing his hands to go under. Feeling your exposed skin. Grabbing and massaging whatever part of you he could get his hands on. Desperate and needy. Trying to feel as much as you as possible while his lips moved to yours. Prying your lips apart with his tongue. Fighting back was a bad choice, it wasn't worth it. It would only seal Becca's fate. Instead, it's better to let his tongue explore your mouth. Let him have his fill, live his sick fantasies.