Can I Kill You? (ONGOING)

Fuck

It is not him. It can't be. It's not possible.

I steadied myself, exhaling.

Was it the two glasses of wine kicking in?

My voice came out in a weak whisper,

"Who is this?"

I sensed a movement.

I glanced down. My hands and legs were cramped to one side in a coil.

Due to the darkness, it was hard to evaluate the space in this closet.

The second I dropped my hands and legs, they brushed against his rough patched pants and shirt.

I stepped back, but there was no space. I couldn't stand without letting my dress brush against him.

I coughed, going for the door, but the hand stopped me, holding my wrist.

A surge of warmth rushed through my skin. That smooth, god-like texture and aggressiveness...

I blinked at the hold, my heartbeat speeding up.

My hands dropped on its own.

"Tell me who you are or I am going to open---"

"Will you stop talking for a second?"

Something formed in my chest. My breath paced, my heart thumping out of control, a surge of adrenaline.

It was as if the whole universe wanted me to see it.

I croaked,

"Donnor?"

And he replied in an instant.

"Took you a long time, huh?"

I don't know what came over me, but tears formed in my eyes. All the tension in my body crumbled. I wiped my eyes, drawing my lips in to prevent myself from crying. The last thing I wanted was for him to see me like this.

The drink earlier was doing weird things to me.

And I can't show him mercy. He has never been deserving of that.

I took a moment, regaining my voice back.

"And how are you alive? You should be dead."

I sensed him facing me, the brushing of his shirt continuing against my dress in a tingle,

"Ouch! That was a bit rude for someone who literally saved your ass from the police."

I rolled my eyes.

"It wasn't needed."

"Oh really?"

"Yes."

The tingling partially subsided, and so did the scent.

"Good. Stay away from me."

He cleared his throat,

"There isn't enough space. But this is the only safe thing here. By the way, you sure you are not drunk?"

"You sure it's safe? I don't think so. They could come and check in any minute."

I ignored the last part of the question. Telling him I was tipsy would be a big mistake.

His tone turned sharp.

"We don't have any other option."

I said, "Yes...I think..."

softly knocking on the door with my tipsy hand, giving it a small push.

It slid open by an inch. Dampening lights from the bar came pouring in.