Hunter's Mail (English)

Chapter 24

TRINITY

I have no idea why I'm feeling so nervous right now. I had the feeling that all of the suffering in my body had left, and what would take place after this. It must have been the effect of what my partner was saying. He is giving me a reason to worry.

"What exactly is going on here? Why should we keep quiet and refrain from making other noises? Who is walking outside?" I spoke to him in a low tone.

Instead of answering my question, he hastily pulled me to the spot where he was sitting and covered my lips with his hand. I also felt the fast-moving heartbeat of his heart because of our distance.

"Please, just listen to me. We would be dead if he were to find out where we were hiding. Trinity, you should probably just get some rest before we go," he begged me to hear him out.

The sound of the footsteps grew louder and more distinct, and at the same time, I felt my body beginning to sweat. Even though he was clinging to me, I could tell he was shaking with fear. I am clueless about what is happening, so I am not sure how to manage this situation.

"I was aware that another person was in the room before me. Hey, are you ready to face death?" Someone shouted and even knocked on the door to make his presence known.

I had no control over the intense nervousness that seized me, and it was impossible to stop it. His voice had a scary vigor to it. I made the man currently hugging me squeeze my arms even tighter. Even though it has only been a short while since we first met, I have no choice but to put my trust in him.

"I'm going to count to three, and if you try to deceive me, I won't give it a second thought before I severe your head from your body. One!" He yelled and then slammed the door after starting to walk.

I was about to stand up to think of a plan for how to get away when suddenly the man pulled me over and locked me back up in his arms. After giving me an insistent look, he whispered something into my ear.

"Nebula, that's my name. I know a way for him to go and stop doing what he does. You just have to trust me," he whispered as he touched my cheek.

I had the right to repel his hands, but he quickly diverted my attention with a kiss. I didn't move immediately out of panic, and suddenly I found myself lying in bed. What precisely is going on with him at this point?

The motion of his hands remained the same even as the intensity of our kiss increased. It's seductive, and I must admit that I enjoyed how he stroked different parts of my body. I would love to slap him, so this will stop, but I can't deny that my body wants it.

His right hand kept going to my chest in a repetitive motion. As we kiss, he does it with a lot of passion, but he's becoming increasingly aggressive. It looked like he was going to remove my bra from where it was hidden in my chest, but I swiftly pushed him away.

"What in the living hell?! What exactly is your problem? You are so artistic; it is clear that your body enjoys what I do. Fuck! Is that what you want to do after I've saved you and your guts? Where have you left your manners?" he asked and yelled at me.

I flashed him a smirk. I knew that the one who had attempted to take our lives was no longer there, I did not see any reason to be kind to him. I need to leave as soon as possible. Of course, without his help.

"I am grateful for your help, but I must go now. The kiss does not have any meaning for me, and I give a lot of men kisses much like the one we just shared. Also, could you at least eat some sweets? Your saliva tastes horrible," I told him before standing in bed and walking through the door.

I had never been out yet, but he ran toward me swiftly and caught me in his arms when I got too close to the door. I looked at him, but he didn't care about it. Instead, he continued what he was doing. What the fuck is his problem?