The Psychopath | 18+

7. Red Room

Romana's POV
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Mr. Eros had been gone for most of the day so I had occupied my time by typing up what I had so far on him.

Which was not much because my mind felt blank.

I sighed deleting everything I wrote because it didn't sound right, I tried to start again but my fingers paused when I heard a loud thud.

It came from outside my room, I placed the laptop beside me, wanting to check out what it was, I quietly approached the door and looked underneath it.

It was vacant, no moving shadows. I got up and slowly turned the knob opening up the door, revealing the hallway. It was around six so the house had began to get dark, giving the essence of horror.

Goosebumps prickled my skin from the slight chill of the house, I popped my head out and gasped lightly when I saw Mr. Des'aire standing in the middle of the corridor.

He was staring at a door at the end of the hallway, a door I didn't see until now. He had a bottle of what I assume was liquor in his hand, swaying at his waist.

All I could see was his tousled hair and broad back, that was covered by his blue dress shirt and folded at his elbows, exposing his veiny arms, one hand held the bottle, the other in his pocket. He looked dark, sexy and that familiar feeling came back in my nether region. I shook the feeling off, thinking myself crazy for being attracted to a psychopath.

What was he doing anyways? these are the things I should write down in my documentary and not answers to cringe worthy questions, these were the interesting things.

He made a move and started walking towards the door, he reached for the handle but paused. He took a swig of whatever was in the bottle bringing his head back.

I watched intently, careful as to not make a sound. Even my breathing slowed as it sounded loud in my ears.

I made sure to bring the door closer to closing so if in case he turns around suddenly it would look like I wasn't even there. He took his hand off the door knob, sighing, then back on it again this time opening up the door with one twist.

Was it open all along? I should check it out. My voice echoed inside my head at the absurd yet thrilling idea. I gasped, it was a red room. Completely and utterly blood red.

He stood at the doorway, blocking my view. He took another swig of his drink, then carefully placed the bottle by the door.

What he did next had me hot and bothered, slowly but surely he began to unbutton his shirt, He slid it off his shoulders revealing his muscular form in all it's glory. He even had a tattoo, a big lion graced the intricate outline of his back. Feral, menacing, Blood and saliva dripped from it's mouth as it looked ready to devour it's prey. It is the embodiment of who he is or who he is perceived to be.

I stared in awe, frozen in place. It was a show of my own, a show I think he was some what aware that he was putting on.

He tilted his head upwards, revealing his side profile. The red shadow from the room cast an ominous glow over one side of his face, then he smirked.

A shiver ran down my spine, did he know I was watching? Could he sense it? If that was the case then.... I should probably go but I couldn't bring myself to move

He took the first steps towards the room and I decided that I didn't want to see anymore so I slowly closed the door.

Click!

I cringed at the loud sound it made when it closed, hopeful that he didn't hear as it was so far away. I slid to the floor and clutched my chest, biting my bottom lip, sweat slid down the sides of my face despite the chilling atmosphere.

Why did he have me so hot, I imagine him doing things to me. I grabbed the side of my head in an attempted to stop these filthy thoughts from tainting my mind.

I was afraid of him yes but it was a fear of pleasure and that's what made me more afraid.

A door slammed and I jumped startled, then another opened and slammed shut. Did he leave? The urge to go check it out was stronger than your first ever hit of a blunt.

God damn it! Why did I have to be an aspiring journalist! A harsh breath left my lips as I helped myself up off the floor. My heart thumped loudly in my chest, the anxious feeling making its way back through my body.

Again I opened the door but this time slipped through and tiptoed down the hall. There was a moving shadow under his room doorframe so it was good that he was in his room but I still could get caught.

I tried the lock and to my surprise it was open, my mind screamed it's a trap! But my body moved without my permission.

I pushed the door open and crept inside, the room was just a room, what a downer. It had a king size bed in it with silk sheets, no pillows. I frowned, that's weird.

The ground was carpeted but not like any carpet, it was water prove carpet. I knew because I had one at home, the landlord as I said is lazy so anything to cut the cost of fixtures he would do.

But why? I inched further into the room, inspecting, scrutinizing and admiring at the same time, the room was big, with a bright red bulb in the socket. There was one closet tucked away in a corner with a chain and padlocks on it, and the bed had posters but nothing else.

I saw another door which probably was the bathroom, I opened it and so said. It wasn't your normal bathroom though as it only had a bathtub. Is sighed, disinterest started making its way to my brain, so I decided to call it a night. I turned around to make it back out of the bathroom when I bumped into something hard.

I tumbled backwards and landed on my butt with a loud thud, an umph leaving my throat.

Slowly, I looked up, past the ankles, the knees, the waist, the chiseled abs inching further and further upwards.

My heart pounded loudly and blood rushed to my face, my breath hitched in my throat when I met his eyes. I was staring into the eyes of the devil himself, they were scary calm but piercing in the dark non luminous red light, making him look like a beast ready to devour.

"M-mr. Des'aire I-" my words got stuck to the back of my throat and I felt like I would suffocate from the rising tension of the atmosphere, he stood like a menace over me and I was frightened because I didn't know what he would do next.

He took a slow step forgot and I held my breath, was he going to hurt me?

He knelt infront of me and I flinched but he only took a strand of my hair between his hand, I watched him intently trying my best not to move, he met my eyes, holding me in place.

I licked my lips from how dry they were and his eyes followed the movement. Slowly a smirk graced his beautiful face, magnifying his features now that we were so close.

My breathing was ragged and the silence was deafening.

Then he whispered in a chilling voice "Run"

"Run rabbit, run" he repeated, rising to his full height.

My fight or flight kicked in and I scrambled to my feet, I was quick to slipped past him, rushing out of the bathroom and through the room, running as fast as I could ran to my bedroom. I closed the door behind me, making sure it was locked but I knew if he wanted to he could still get me.

My heart pounded in erratic movements against my chest and my breathing was unstable. However, despite the fear, despite the feeling of the unknown especially with a nickname like rabbit, I couldn't help the slight smile that spread across my face, it was scary but thrilling and I was starting to think that I was crazy too.

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For clarification; don't see her fear as cringy and over the top just put yourself in her shoes.

What did you think of this chapter though? Let me know your thoughts and we can start a discussion, I love reading comments.

Edited 8/3/23