Devil's Snare

Chapter 16- Is he a Vampire?

This chapter contains details like Alzea and Rafael's earlier interaction, so please skip it if you are uncomfortable.

"I eyed her like a thirsty traveler in the desert looks at a pail of water."— Faraaz Kazi.

Alzea was done for the night; she was exhausted. It took her so long to put the kid to bed as he was in a sugar rush from the little sweets he consumed. Silas organized an after-party for his boss and other important people; it was their location to handle some business affairs and make some dealings final. Rafael was in a different trance altogether. He to taste her, and he will do it tonight until she begs him to stop.

Alzea was in the kitchen having dinner with the kid and his shenanigans; she didn't get a chance to eat. She grabbed a piece of her cake and pulled it between her lips and loving the taste of happiness it created in her mouth. She took the spoon, rolled her tongue over it, turned it upside down, and licked it, enjoying every bite of the cake. This is how she wanted her food and what she called "ugly eating." Someone was in the shadows watching how she was devouring that piece of cake, and it made him hiss, wishing he was a piece of cake. She loved her cake, "well, at least it was edible," she thought to herself and decided to leave the rest of the stuff there and get home as it was getting late.

Alzea was about to head home when suddenly the lights were turned off, and it shit scared her. She had seen "hush" many times, it was her favorite movie, and she was not ready to become a character in that movie. She doesn't want her story to be on "death in upstate NY, based on a true story" as a Netflix documentary.

She looked around to see if there was a switch she could turn on. "Stupid Alzea, this is how people get killed in movies; you don't go looking for a switch; you bolt right out the door," she told herself. Just as those words were out of her mouth, she heard a chuckle so deep that it made her core clench; it was more of a growl followed. This created her heartbeat rise, and she was ready to run out. Just as she was about to run out, someone pulled back by clutching her hair.

Alzea let out a scream; the next second, her mouth was covered, and she was dragged into a room in the far corner of the house. She thought, "survival book 101, never let the assailant take you to another location". She bit the guy on his hand, but he did not budge. Instead, he tightened his hold on her hair, so it hurt her scalp. Whoever dragged her pushed her into a dark room and locked the door behind her. She couldn't see a thing; she cursed herself for not running out the second the lights went out.

Alzea gained her composure and asked, "Wh... who... are you? she was trembling inside, but no.... never let it know to the other person.

"Hello, Sia" was enough for her to know who it was. Her heartbeat is running like a high-speed Japan rail. She thought she would collapse any second.

"Ha.... how.... how are you here?" she asked; this time, she let him know she was scared. There is no point in hiding it. She had no idea how he found her.

He laughed, knowing she was trying to put on a brave front. "Let's not talk about me, Beleza (beauty); let's talk about you; you ran away from me that night. Why? You dare push me on that day? Why?". He asked, taking steps closer to her.

She couldn't see him, but she could see his silhouette in the dim lights. Even his shadow had a dominating aura.

"I.......... I... you were assaulting me; I had every right to defend myself; you were the one at fault, " she said, fidgeting her fingers and digging nails into her palm to ease her anxiety while simultaneously trying not to antagonize him.

A deep laugh reverberated from his throat; it was guttural and profound; she is brave, he thought to himself. "Assault, huh?" stepped closer to her and put his hands in his pocket. The man is not afraid of a thing.