Have I outsmarted you, Mr Iplier?

~* Chapter 2 - You're mine *~

(Dark's POV)

I grabbed his wrists tight. I heard him shout, "Who the fuck are you?!" As if he didn't see this coming. "I'm catching you for your supposed crimes," I told him, yanking him my way. I heard him grunt, probably because I was being a bit harsh on his arms. I walked him to the alleyway and teleported him back to my office. "So, what were you doing at that club, Mr Warfstache?" I asked him, I was needing to know, for evidence.

"Oh and why would you need to know?" He said to me. "Are you a detective or something, are you planning to arrest me, put me in prison and not feed me for another week?" He continued. It seemed as though I wasn't going to get my answers out of him. "Just tell me a simple answer." I growled at him. "Ugh, look, I was just having a few to drink, nothing more." He said back, I could smell the alcohol on him anyway.

"Interesting..." I grumbled. I let him wonder around my office but, I locked the door. He was looking at all of the books, reading the spines of each. I could tell he hadn't seen an office before. "So, what is your everyday life like, Mr Warfstache?" I asked. "Well, I'm not exactly rich, I sometimes steal for money or for food but apart from that, I think I'm doing well," he replied. "So, if you can't afford much, why do you drink at a club? It would make sense to buy food more than alcohol." I said. "Alcohol is more important, it makes you forget, you know?" He said that with a smile, like he should be proud.

I was in shock, what could he possibly want to forget? I asked him this. "What could you want to forget?" He looked at me with a sense of disgust, "The blood stains, the one night stands, everything. It's all disgusting." He replied, with anger plastered on his face. "Blood stains? One night stands? What do you mean Mr Warfstache?" I looked him in his brown and yellow eyes. "Look buddy, you probably don't live a life of sin, you probably have such a happy life, I mean, you are wealthy, good looking and I would kill to be you." He said, putting his warm, soft hand on my cold, rough skin. It felt nice ...but, I snapped out of thought. I had to make the most of my time with him.

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