Serpentine Desires

The prey

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Considering the downfall of my lucky stars I experienced in less than a day, I should've known it was hard to escape an amused predator.

I was not ready.

Not at all.

Not really.

I fisted both sides of the chair to grab onto something.

Judas sauntered inside with his infuriating grin on display as if he owned every single particle of life in this damned universe and everyone in it. Kyle strode on his side like his general.

For a small moment, I lost control over my emotions. And despite the fear, what I felt rushing through my veins was hot anger. He deceived me. Played with me. And I hated to feel pity for a man like him. I didn't know or care to know why he pretended to be blind, but the things he made me go through, he practically toyed with me. From the very first moment.

There was no denying that he was a criminal.

And no matter how much I screamed or cried, he didn't have a single feeling nerve in his body.

I tried to look at the room he practically dragged me into, at Kyle's emotionless face, or even at the blade in his hand that had a thin layer of blood. My blood.

But I couldn't.

Something pulled at my strings and led me straight back to Judas.

I hated that something. I loathed it from the bottom of my flawed heart. Obviously, it was fear, but to me, it was something more than that. Said flawed heart pounded loudly in my ears, and I squashed it while I focused on Judas feeling equally terrified and angry.

My eyes focused on his neck, the buttons of his shirt opened till I could see his ink-covered chest, and the collar where his tie should be that was now holding both of my wrists together.

He looked dangerous, borderline amused by my struggles. I was angry and scared.

Then a thought crossed my mind as I recalled the officer's words.

There were drugs in your system.

My eyes faltered to Kyle, wide and disbelieving. "You... you drugged me, didn't you? That bottle of water..."

He sighed and looked at Judas. "С меня хватит этого," he said in Russian, though I didn't understand the words and then he left. The door closed behind him, and my head lowered as more tears spilt and I didn't know why I felt pathetic.

(I'm done with this.)

Judas's hands found my nape, the touch icy and suffocating. I shut my eyes, repulsed by the suffocating hold, feeling his breath against my skin. His grip tightened, and I could sense his satisfaction relishing in my helplessness.

He chuckled darkly the blues in his eyes sparkling to steel-grey. "Pathetic, aren't you?" he whispered sarcastically as if proving a point.

I tried to pull away, but his grip only tightened. "Let me go."

"Begging again," He leaned closer, his lips brushing against my ear. I could feel his other hand trailing down my arms as I stared at him with a clenched jaw. All his nonchalant mood evaporated and his voice turned lethal by the second. "It was so easy, and none of us had to tire ourselves playing tag. But I guess women like a chase."

I gasped as his hand slipped under my shirt. "Stop! Please, Judas, stop!" I pleaded, tears streaming down my face.

His grip on my nape tightened even more, making it hard to breathe. "Why should I?" he sneered. "You agreed to be my pawn, didn't you?"