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ELVIRA's HEAD throbbed, a piercing pain that made her groan. "Fuck," she mumbled through gritted teeth, her eyes fluttering open.
The room was dim, with a stench so foul it seemed to cling to her lungs. The only things in the room she was in were a freezer and a tiny window, positioned too high to offer any hope of escape. She attempted to shift, but her hands were bound tightly to a pole behind her, her ankles shackled to its base.
Something decided that she should scream, so she did, she began to scream, "Help!" Her voice echoed, growing frantic and hoarse as she struggled against the chains. The clattering noise grew louder with her every movement.
The door creaked open, and in stepped Jahseh, bare-chested and black joggers. His bare feet made no sound against the cold floor. The sight of him sent a shiver down Elvira's spine.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill your ass," he muttered, producing a pocket knife from his pants. The blade gleamed in the dim light.
Elvira's mind raced, her throat tightening. She had to say something, anything. "Please, don't," she managed, her voice trembling as he approached.
He pressed the knife against her neck, the cold steel a sharp contrast to her fevered skin. Her breath hitched, chest heaving as she fought the urge to pass out.
"Please, Jahseh," she pleaded, the words barely a whisper. His eyes narrowed, suspicion flickering across his face.
"How do you know me? You a spy or sum?" he demanded, leaning closer. She could smell the faint musk of sweat and something else—adrenaline, maybe.
"I... I'm no—" Elvira stammered, but Jahseh cut her off, shaking his head.
"I know," he said roughly. "You wouldn't have been caught by me so easily if you were. What do you want?" His voice was harsh, the knife still poised at her throat.
Elvira tilted her head back, straining to avoid the blade. "I just wanted... to see how you lived," she muttered, her voice barely audible.
Jahseh's eyes widened for a moment, then he chuckled, pulling the knife away. "I know you," he said, a note of realization creeping into his tone. "You that weird-ass girl from my class. Elvera?"
"Elvira," she corrected, her voice steadier now, but her eyes still wide with fear.
Elvira straightened as the threat of the knife was no longer there, a hesitant smile tugging at her lips. He remembered her.
"What possessed you to come here?" Jahseh asked, his voice low and almost curious, though his eyes remained cold. He twirled the knife between his tattooed fingers.
"I told you," Elvira replied, her gaze drifting around the room. Her eyes landed on a trash bag in the corner, its shape disturbingly human-like. She opened her mouth to ask, "What's that—"
"Nothing," Jahseh interrupted sharply, cutting off her question. He paused, then added, "Anyway, you have to stay here. For a while."
Elvira didn't really mind, she didn't have any loving family at home. Just, her aunt and her cat, Sofia. Sofia will be just fine with her aunt.
He moved closer, his presence overwhelming as he knelt to inspect the chains around her legs. His fingers hovered over the metal links, but he hesitated, looking up at her with a mixture of warning.
"If your little ass runs away, I'm gonna have to kill you. You smart, huh?" he said, his tone challenging. Elvira nodded, a lump forming in her throat. She couldn't afford to provoke him.
"I'm gonna let you use the bathroom. You've been in here for a couple of hours," Jahseh continued, his voice softer now.
A smirk crept onto Elvira's face. Despite the situation, there was a strange kindness in his gesture. He was letting her out, even if only briefly.
Jahseh unfastened the chains around her ankles and wrists. When he gripped her arm to help her up, his hold was rough, causing her to wince. He didn't notice—or perhaps, he didn't care.
Elvira straightened up, the absence of the knife a small but significant relief. Her heart raced, both from fear and the thrill of being so close to Jahseh. The faint smile on her lips grew as she realized he knew her, and for a moment, her obsession felt validated.
He led her out of the stifling room, his hand guiding her through a dimly lit hallway. As they walked, Elvira realized they were passing the very room she had tried to enter earlier.
Jahseh guided her to a small, cramped bathroom at the end of the hall. He finally released her arm, and she stumbled slightly, looking up at him with a mixture of awe and trepidation. Jahseh's eyebrows knitted together as he met her gaze.
"Go in," he insisted, his voice firm but not unkind. Elvira hesitated for a moment, then stepped into the bathroom. Jahseh followed her inside, his presence filling the tiny space.
As she turned to face him, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Are you gonna stay in here with me?" she asked, her voice small. The thought of him watching her, even in such a vulnerable moment, excited her.
"Just hurry up, Elvira," Jahseh urged, a hint of impatience in his voice. His presence was commanding, and she felt herself growing more flustered under his gaze.
With trembling hands, Elvira slipped down her leggings and sat on the toilet. She glanced up at him one last time, her face burning with embarrassment. As she handled herself, her thoughts were a tumult of fear, confusion, and a strange, twisted longing for the man standing just a few feet away.
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