"P-please?" Mira didn't even know what she was begging for at this point. The cold metal of the pocket knife pressed to her throat. There was no way a knife that small could end her life right? Well, she wasn't going to gamble. Her hand wraps around the wrist that held the knife.
"Please what, pretty?" Samara jeers.
"Even a small scratch, Samara!" Akaris's voice is loud, echoing through the night. "Even a small scratch and you're dead meat!"
"But whyy..." Now that her boyfriend was on the ground, groaning, and being the pathetic man he was, she's gotten, extra brave. "We only wanna see her," she said with a small whine. Sweats dripped down her face. "She's a cutie," she giggles incoherently.
She then grabbed Miras hand, holding it up in a way, so it reflected the street light.
"That's why you're marrying her right?"
"What do you want?"
"I wanna see her naked." she pushes her nose into Mira's hair, taking a huge whiff.
"No,"
"Hmm, then... how about you?" She mocks.
"Miras voice cuts in. "No Akari," her voice is filled with panic.
Akari glares at Samara. A long moment passes by until she drops her leather jacket to the ground. Next her shirt, after she shimmies out of it.
Samara pecks her on the cheek. Then a second, longer one.
Akaris brows furrowed.
Tears flood Mira's vision. Akari, don't do this...
She feels Samara's tongue lick a strip of her cheek. It's disgusting and wet.
Mira tries blinking tears out of her eyes when she sees a quick shadow pass behind Akari.
Then a short, sharp thud.
Mira can feel it before she even sees it. That couldn't have happened. Akaris was strong.
When Mira starts seeing clearly again, her heart drops. In the same way Akari drops to her knees.
A/N: Honestly i don't even wanna have the next chapter out... but ill try to by tmrw; only if i don't cry.
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The Devils Heat
RomanceMira looses her first love. She tries to never love again after that, but can she?