The Night of the Masquerade Ball

꧁༺𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋༻꧂

reverie (noun)

daydream ; the state of being lost in one's thoughts.

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𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐡 ~

"Ma'am what techniques did the author use to develop the characters, plot, and themes?"

Peter asked me something and I was numb enough to not know what did he ask ! I asked him to mail me, I'll reply afterwards and I left the class. I didn't want to embarrass myself anymore so I headed straight back to home. I didn't wanted to come to University too after whatever happened this morning but I couldn't had more leaves.

It's been a whole day after that incident happened and I still can't take him out of my mind. The 20 minute walk to home was only about him in my mind. I couldn't shove him away. Maybe I just loved how he dominated me because no man had that courage or guts to do that to me ever.

I undressed and went straight for the cold shower, because it eases my mind. It helps me to think which I couldn't right now. All I could think right now was this morning....all on repeat and shuffle mode.

His dominant voice was running through my head. The way he dominated me in the middle of the valley, without caring who's watching. When his lips touched my neck, I got all electrocuted in my whole body and that's where I got numb. His cologne was still in my head, nose and all over my body....and when he pulled me closer to his chest, his d!ck got pinned against my back that was the time when my legs gave up. This has never happened to me before, I've never felt this spark with anyone ever. Moreover, I was thinking about his eyes and I think I've seen them somewhere I just couldn't remember where. His touch, his scent, his ocean blue eyes, his perfect physique and the way he dressed, his everything was so attractive that any girl would die to be with him....then why does he wanna go out with me ? 

I speak many languages that include German, French, Italian and Spanish but those three four words he whispered in my ears...I just couldn't detect it I surely know they were in Russian but I don't know what were they. He was so fluent that one might think he was Russian.

I was combing my hair when I realized that I had to text and answer him but I didn't wanted to and the part of me I hate is I wanted to. Ughhh...Jesus I was being lame now. 

How can I trust him or know he isn't luring me in some trap. I was way more than confused. Now, now I was searching for the number he saved as Mr. Handsome. I mean What the Fuck !? 

I edited and named him as BLUE EYED DEMON. I smirked at my phone. Huh. 

It was sharp 11 pm. I texted with eyes closed in a hope of not receiving any text and maybe he just forgot about me.

Me:

"Hey there !" 
(11:10)

He was typing something and he wrote Who ? I mean sewriously after all that he had made me went through he has the audacity to ask me who was I?

ME:
"Do you want me to gauge your both eyes out? "
(11:12)

BLUE EYED DEMON

"Feisty huh !! I was playing with you baby"
(11:12)

I really wanted to murder him. 

ME:
"I'll kill you"
(11:14)