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CHAPTER 12.

Author's P.O.V

Silence swathed the whole alley and strong freezing winds passed through the old man's body. He shivered with the breeze and rub his hands together in an attempt to warm them up. The whole town was silent, at least the streets had deadly pin-drop silence. Something shuffling sound catches the old man's attention. He turned but found nothing to the eyed but an empty street. The lamppost was glittering along with the stars and moon, tearing the darkness but still, the black carpet of the night was covering the whole town. He shirks before pacing ahead of the street to reach his house. It wasn't far, after three turns to the next alley he could've been there.

Another clink sounds and his feet jam on the ground. He concentrated on the sound and it was clear this time. The old man drew long breaths in fear as he hear the sound. It was like, something like steel friction with a wall. Rubbing it, colliding it, or maybe sharpening it.

The old man turned pale and his legs started to shack with pure fear. The news of the serial killer wasn't uncovered anymore. Suddenly, he regrets being so late, the whole town was scared to go out and he knows he fucked up.

" Feeling scared. Little baby boy? " The old man heard a voice and he nearly collapse on the ground. Without turning back he did what a normal person would do. He runs. There was no doubt about it, he encountered the killer.

A sarcastic laugh mocked him and he heard the steps following him. The metal or should say, the knife was still getting scrubbed on the wall as the killer walked. Casually, leisurely. As if he was making fun of the old man.

The old man, coughed when he run out of breath. He was on the stage where people can't make it fast more than ten steps of the run but he managed to cross the next two turns of the alley.

" Lalalala...." A melody followed the old man and he feel like it was ringing in his head. Everywhere and every cell of his body was buzzing with the melody and whistle.

" Help me! " When the old man understood he can't run anymore. He screamed but it turned back to him as no one heard his shouting. " Shh...You'll awake the town, baby boy. " An abnormal breath left the old man's mouth when another voice followed him. Another whistle and the old man's heart squeezed in fear, he was all alone in the alley but it feels like the killer was everywhere. The whistle echoed in the dark alley. The old man stares at the last turn of his destiny, looking around to see the danger but found no one. He run blindly towards the street but someone stood up in front of him and a horrible scream left his mouth. " AHHH~ "

( Mature Content Ahead )

Embarrassment!!

Shame!!

Guilt!!

And Allah knows how many emotions rolled onto her face when he said. " You're holding my dick, Cupcake. "

A few seconds ago...

She wasn't awake enough to even grab her senses as she crawled on the bed like a cat but her hand clutch something big. She was still figuring out when it started to get hard and heard him say in a husky voice.

She flinched brutally sitting up on the bed, the mattress dig beneath her palms and hips. " It's morning and you're already making me hard, " With a long yawn he complained but it doesn't sound like it.

A cold breeze drench her in shame when she realized, she was naked. Totally. Covering herself with sheets she pulled it enough to display his naked figure. But he didn't comment and let her cover.

" Sleep well? " Holding himself on one shoulder, he caressed her cheek with his free hand. She lightly push his hand and started to walk towards the bathroom. " It's the exit door, Sweetheart. " She paused, feeling nervous all of sudden. She got confused with his state, it wasn't like her memory was weak but her mind wasn't working properly. After a shuffling sound, a gasp echoed in the room when he carried her.