Serpentine Desires

The prey

Just because you asked for it. No update unless I'm satisfied with your comments, little birds.

He pulled away, and I managed to suck in a shaky breath, relief washing over me for a fleeting, fragile second as he hummed to himself. The sound made my blood run cold, and casually strolled toward the table where a bouquet of flowers and several bottles of alcohol were place I failed to notice.

For a brief, terrifying second, I imagined him grabbing one of those bottles and smashing it against my head but he simply paused, his hand hovering over the bottles as if he was pondering which one to pick. His eyes met mine over his shoulder and he chuckled.

The mocking sound tightened the noose around my throat.

I was on edge, watching him keenly though I was trapped, there was no escape but what horrified me more was him. Overall him. He was walking-talking sin.

"Care for a drink?" he asked seductively with a charm that made my skin crawl. Without waiting for an answer, he grabbed a bottle, his fingers curling around the neck and I felt my throat tightened and poured a glass. The liquid sloshed into the crystal glass more like a taunt than an offer.

My eyes moved from that glass to his face as he turned back to me, the glass in one hand, his gaze never leaving mine. "Or maybe," he mused in the velvety trap, "you'd prefer I pour it down your throat myself? I'd rather watch you choke on it."

Sometimes, I truly hope he would keep his thoughts to himself.

I stayed rooted to my spot as he walked closer. "I could be gentle, Ptichka," he said, though his tone promised anything but.

A breathless whimper escaped my lips as he reached out, his free hand wrapping around the back of my neck and pulling me toward him until our faces were mere inches apart. "But where's the fun in that?"

His grip tightened, fingers digging into my skin as he raised the glass to my lips, tilting it just enough for the liquid to touch my mouth. "Drink," he commanded and I tried to remnants of humanity in his pale eyes.

They said monsters lurked in the shadows, waiting to strike, but here he was, standing before me in plain sight, wearing his monstrosity like a second skin.

The darkness wasn't just around him—it was him dressed in a perfectly tailored suit. The real monsters weren't hiding in the dark. They were the ones who looked you in the eye, made you beg, and smiled as they broke you piece by piece. And this man was just that.

The glass was pushed against my lips, forcing them apart. The alcohol burned as it slid down my throat, and I gagged, choking on the taste, but he didn't relent. His hand on my neck kept me still, trapped and inescapable.

"That's it," he murmured laughing as I struggled to breathe. "Take it all in, little bird. Feel it burn, feel it consume you."

He pulled the glass away, leaving me gasping for breath as I pressed my palms against my mouth. But the reprieve was short-lived. I yelped as he leaned in and his lips brushed against my ear, "You'll learn to love this pain, this helplessness. You'll learn to crave it, just like you'll crave me. And you'll get on your knees and thank me."

He pulled back just enough to catch my gaze again and drank from the same glass he forced me to drink. His hungry gaze raked over my frame as he tilted his head and widened his stance. "Strip."

I froze unsure if I heard him correctly, when the shadows of his face didn't move, I swallowed. Was this the time, I grabbed his legs and begged? But why did I feel like that'd turn him on even more than he already looked like?

This was inevitable. Either I do it myself, or he'd do it in his way. Practically forcing me. At least, like this, I had a little semblance of control, even though it was fake. My hands trembled as I fumbled with the buttons of my coat hoping he'd change his mind. Though that was just a dream. I unbuttoned the first button, and then the second before the coat was opened and I lowered my head with fists clenched on my sides.