Sinful Addiction

Part 6 - Am I Making You Nervous Doll?

CW: Knives (It's probably safe to assume moving forward Alexia will always have one, every girl needs a favorite accessory....Right?) Very short and vague mention of sensitive topics including violence and underage sexual abuse/exploitation.

The sound of chains clinking together pulls Alexia from her deep sleep. Her head is already pounding. She already hates herself for drinking that much but there was just something about August, he gets under her skin leaving her wanting to be as close to him as possible while at the same time wanting nothing to do with him and the only way she can get that feeling to go away is if she starts to pound down shot after shot of Vodka.

Jerking her head back and forth as she looks around the room. Slightly relaxing when she realizes that she is in her own bed. The familiar sound of rattling chains coming from the boxing bag hanging in the other room being bumped into echoes throughout the dim apartment. Unsure of how she got here, whose jacket she is wrapped in, or why the pockets of her jacket have been emptied out onto the table. Checking the time on her phone '02:15'. Her head snaps back up when she hears footsteps coming toward her room.

Slipping out from under the covers of her bed she slowly creeps her way to the dresser where she picks up three throwing knives. Her eyes remain locked on the door watching the shadow as it moves around her apartment as she tucks herself back behind the closet door that was cracked open. It was somewhat difficult to make out the figure of the shadow as it kept disappearing and reappearing because of the dimly lit apartment. No lights were on so whatever visibility she has is coming from the lights outside her window.

The shadow begins to move toward the apartment but no sound follows. He is quiet, careful...experienced. Finally, her door is pushed open and she is met with August's massive silhouette. Luckily this time, she has grown accustomed to the way he holds himself, making her release the breath she was holding and step out from behind the door.

"What the fuck August!" She drops the knives down on her bed. That is all but the one. She throws a single blade toward him purposefully missing the side of his head by less than a centimeter. Then flipping on the lamp next to her illuminating the room and his shocked face.

Staring back at her he couldn't hide the mix of horror and amazement by the precision of the throw, especially in the dark room. Or more accurately, hoping that her aim was in fact that good rather than the alternative–he just got really lucky because it was actually intended to hit him. Pulling his head away from the knife sticking roughly two inches deep into the wall. He remains silent not quite sure what to say after that.

What could he say?

"What the hell? Why are you in my apartment while I'm asleep–Why are you in my bedroom? And why the fuck am I wearing your jack-" Trailing off panic setting into her eyes. "Oh my God! We didn't, I mean did we-" Thoughts jumbling in her head as a cold sweat takes over her body forming small beads on her pale, graying face.

"Have sex? No. Doll, we are both fully clothed and I do not take advantage of drunk women. I prefer women be able to stand on one foot and touch their nose if I'm going to fuck them." Maintaining his solemn expression yet is slightly surprised by the nervous tone of her voice. She was not one to show any sense of vulnerability. He believed the reaction to be more than fair however he could see it is something more, there was something else hiding behind those stormy eyes. There is some past trauma she was busy trying to cram back down.

"What? You do like a field sobriety test before climbing into bed with someone?" She rolls her eyes. "Fucking rich guys." She grumbles as she picks up the two knives from her bed. She didn't need to forget about them and drop down on those too.