Sweet but psycho

Chapter 11

After dinner we went to the living room, with a glass of Whisky, listening to some swing quietly playing in the background.

I let my thoughts cruise through my head, we didn't say a word, it was nice, not really noticing I scratched my chest.

"Would you stop that?", he said.

WHuh, oh yeah sorry. It's just itchy."

"Let me see, it shouldn't be too itchy.", he stood up and leaned over me unbuttoning my shirt.

"I can do that myself."

"I just want to check....it's healing beautifully. You're just over dramatic.", he grinned examining my skin. "You'll get used to it.", he sat back down.

"Am I the only one or are there more?"

"More of what?"

"More with this scar. Do you do this to everyone you torture?"

"Are you asking me how many guys I had in bed?", he asked not looking.

"Kind of."

"Is it important?"

"Well, no, but I was curious."

"Curious about my sex life?"

"I erm...okay forget it. Just wanted to know if I'm just like every other guy to you, if you brand us like cows."

"Two."

"Two?"

"I had something going on with two guys before. One with 16 the other with 19, didn't last long with either of them, it wasn't their thing, they preferred the usual way. Yes, I did the same to them, well a bit different and yes, I cut them too."

"Ah okay, so were all just a plaything to you.", I tried to hide my disappointment.

"These two were just a toy, scared like little boys when I cut their skin, started to cry when I drank their blood, ruining the mood. But you, you are a lover, brave like a lion you took the pain and turned it into passion, even telling me to continue. Doing the best to satisfy me, even when you were chained up. You deserved to get something special, my name.", he explained with a passion, clearly enjoying to just think about it.

"So, I'm special to you?"

"At the moment you are desperate to me with all your questions.", he smiled a bit dreamy.

"Maybe I am.", I laughed.

"Not maybe. What about you?"

"Me? I thought you know everything about me?"

"I said I observe, not stalk."

"I had one boyfriend before, but the pressure of the people here was too much for him."

"You need to be resistant."

"How comes that we both live here for 20 years but I never heard you're from Argentina?"

"I came here when I was a year old, you weren't even born, and we didn't talk. My dad was Scottish my mom Argentinian they met when he was there for his job and then moved here a few years later."

"Sounds interesting, maybe I should've talked to you before, it's nice talking to you."

"Agree, I'm an enrichment for every conversation."

"And very down to earth.", I heard him laugh for the first time.

"Nice laugh."

"Shut up.", he giggled.

"How was your family?"

"I don't remember much of them, it's like they are erased from my memory.", he said with a sad voice.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't worry. I'm fine."

It was a great evening, we talked a bit or enjoyed the silence, it was late when I came home, I felt like he would've wanted me to stay longer, but I had classes in the morning and didn't want to be late or tired.

In class he gave me a small smile, probably hoping I would sit next to him, but I didn't I don't know why but I sat on my usual table. I felt like we got observed, I knew it couldn't be but wanted to be sure, not because I didn't want to be seen with him, I wanted to protect him from the people. This time he didn't forget his homework, which was weird, I wondered why and followed him.

"You didn't forget your homework?"

"You got the same lessons as me today, we are free now, I suppose we could walk home together, as we have the same way?"

"Erm, yeah, why not. Wait how can you now?"

"Deduction, observation, and interest."

"Ah, wait, interest?"

"Are you dumb? I tortured you, I did it to myself while licking your blood, I showed you my most precious secret and let you come closer than anyone else, and you still think I'm not interested in you?", he whispered in his low seductive voice, soft as purring cat, giving me goosebumps all over my body.

"Well.....I..erm wanted....to be sure"

"Are you still scared of me?"

"No......a tiny bit maybe. "

"Good.", he grinned, starring into my soul.

On the way back home, we walked in silence, it was a nice sunny day, but it would've been too good if it wouldn't have changed to the worse.