Whispers of a nightmares

Used

The apartment felt cold the moment I stepped inside—expensive and modern, but dark and boring. Everything was pristine, untouched, like it wasn't lived in. Sharp edges, muted colors, and an unsettling lack of warmth. I felt like I didn't belong here, like I was intruding in some showroom instead of a real home. He lived alone, and I could see why. It felt lonely, lifeless.

Before I could take it all in, Akumu's arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to him as he locked the door behind us. His touch was firm, almost possessive, and I glanced up at his face. His eyes—so beautiful, so captivating, but empty. There was nothing behind them, no soul, just a void staring back at me.

He flicked his cigarette to the floor, letting the ashes scatter. Then he turned to me, his voice low, casual, like he was discussing the weather. "So, you wanna fuck?"

The way he said it wasn't a question. It was more like an expectation, something I was supposed to say yes to. My mouth moved before I could even think. "Mhm."

He didn't waste any time. His lips were on mine, hard and demanding. The taste of cigarettes was overwhelming, bitter and sharp. His kiss wasn't soft or tender; it was rough, desperate, like he was consuming me. His tongue pushed against mine, and I could taste the nicotine, feel the edge of something darker in his kiss.

His hands roamed down my body, gripping my thighs through the silk of my dress. His touch was cold, mechanical almost, and yet, my body responded. Heat flooded through me, even as my mind screamed that something was wrong. He lifted me with ease, his fingers digging into my skin as he carried me towards the bedroom.

Before I knew it, I was on the bed, his weight pressing down on me. My jacket was gone, discarded on the floor. Then he ripped off my dress—literally tore it from me like it was wrapping paper, something in his way. His hands moved to my bra, fingers grazing my bare skin.

"I love you Mai,",and then for that moment, I was lost in it, lost in the sensation of his hands on my body.

But something snapped inside me. I pulled back, breaking the kiss, my hands tugging at my dress. "Wait...what am I doing?"

He paused for a moment, looking at me, his voice lowering into a soft, addictive whisper. "Oh, alright then."

I tried to calm my breathing, to get control of the situation, but before I could even catch my breath, his hands were on me again, pulling at my lace underwear. "Wait," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "N-not yet."

He stopped, just for a second, then pulled away completely, his eyes cold and detached. "But you said yes," he said, his tone icy. His hand gripped my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. "Don't make promises you can't keep, princess. I hate liars."

I swallowed hard as he let go of me and stood up, putting his shirt back on like nothing had happened. I just sat there, still half-Naked, my body exposed and shaking. My mind was spinning, trying to make sense of it all. I couldn't move. I didn't even know what to say.I looked at the ground my underwear and my dress lay there begging for something.

At some point, I must've drifted off to sleep. When I woke up, he was still there, leaning against the headboard, a cigarette between his fingers. The room smelled like smoke, thick and suffocating.

I scrambled to sit up, my body stiff and awkward. "I'm sorry about last night," I mumbled, pulling on my dress and underwear.

He didn't even look at me. "Oh, it's fine," he said, his voice casual, indifferent.

I smiled weakly and headed towards the living room. But just as I turned to wave goodbye, something caught my eye. On the oak floor, half-hidden by the bed, was a condom. A used condom.

My heart stopped. I looked at Akumu, panic flooding my chest. He just stared back at me, his eyes as empty as ever, as if daring me to say something.

Without a word, I bolted. My heart was pounding as I ran out, slamming the door behind me.