After a week of being in this trap, I felt weak to the bones. Chapped lips, my eyelids hanging low on my eyes, It was like I could feel my pulse rate weakening.
Luhan.
That guy has been doing nothing but sucking blood from me dry every day and night. He does it more the twice a day I can't even feel the jabs of pain when he bites into my neck. I'm just too exhausted, tired, dead. Why doesn't he just kill me for good? I'm not giving up on this little shenanigan he's playing here. The door opened, Luhan walked in with his long black coat taking it off settling on the chair.
"I'm thirsty." I growled walking towards the bed.
I gave a sarcastic laugh looking away, "Well then what are you waiting for? No one is stopping you."
He stood there quiet the quickly like a flash he was face to face with me,
"What." I said looking him dead in the eyes.
I didn't have the strength to raise my voice or even lift my head,
"Do you know you're playing a dangerous game here?" He said to my ear.
"Then why aren't you ending it?" I said laying my head back down.
I'm tired and sick of his games.
