"Oh, twinkle-toes, do you really have to catch me?" I asked a man.
He looks about 6 foot 5 inches. He wasn't as musclier as the other one that had tried to kiss me earlier. He was wearing skinny jeans. The type of skinny I hate. I mean, you can basically see his bulge. They're basically clinging to him like skin. Hadd hai, he really beed to get out of them.
"You know those jeans do nothing for you." I tell him with a smirk.
"Apart from making me look bigger."
"So you can fuck sluts with your micro-sized dick? Yeah, right."
I saw his jaw tense. Either Zain has come back, or I'm just missing him. I see him on the roof. Half of his face is shadowed by his hood and a glint from his bracers. There was a goldy coloured glint on his hip and back. He must have kept on the Ida sword and the Ida pistol. For some reason, the Ida staff didn't pick up on my capturer. Lucky enough, Nyx was out and was on her way back. A door opens and closes. Nyx walks in. I look up and notice that Zain has relaxed. Maybe he is actually here.
"Oh, hi. Who are you?" She asked calmly, placing down a bag.
"Who the fuck are you?" My capturer asked... with a strong sense of venom.
"Excuse me?!" She asked, shocked even though she knew what she was doing. "Was that just attitude?"
"What?"
"Oh, don't play dumb, short dick."
His jaw became more clenched, and he walked towards me. I saw Zain on the roof, ready to leap and physically rip his head off. I guess Nyx had also sensed the energy darken as a black clouded portal came.
"Don't lay a finger on these young ladies." Says Erebus calmly, his golden eyes darkening with lust of murder and torture.
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Curse of the Black Dahlia: PT2
FantasyAfter Zain comes back, Erebus and Zain had a little tiff before. Now, we are now going to get Osedian blades, swords, and bullets. We will be ready to kill him.