Whispers of a nightmares

Mine

We walked into school together, me, Sachiko, and Sakura, laughing over something dumb. The sound of their laughter felt distant to me, though I was right there with them. Sachiko was talking about some TV show, and Sakura was being her usual opinionated self.

"You seriously think that he could beat the me? No way!" Sakura scoffed.

"Please, Sakura, you always think you're right," Sachiko shot back, rolling her eyes. "But it's obvious! Anyone with half a brain could see it coming."

I forced a chuckle, trying to keep up with their banter, but my heart wasn't in it. The air felt heavy today, like something was pressing down on me. I don't know if they noticed, but I felt detached, like I was moving through the day in slow motion. Their words were muffled, fading in and out. Everything felt off.

Suddenly, as we turned the corner, they both stopped. There he was—Akumu. Sachiko and Sakura exchanged glances and, without a word, giggled as they pushed me forward. "Go on!" they teased, their laughter ringing in my ears as they walked away.

Fuck, I cursed silently, feeling my stomach twist.

"Hey, princess," Akumu's voice cut through the noise in my head. His gaze locked onto mine, dark and unreadable. I tried to look away, to look anywhere but those eyes, but I couldn't. It was like he had this hold on me. I managed to force a smile, hoping it would mask how shaken I felt. "You really need to stop with that nickname," I laughed, though the sound of my own voice felt fake. "It's getting a bit annoying."

He smiled, not saying a word, just watching me. Then I caught sight of Takashi in the distance, standing there, staring at us. I seized the moment. "Heyy, Takashi!" I called out, relief flooding me. Finally, an excuse to escape this conversation.

But before I could take a step, Akumu's arm was around my waist, pulling me close to him. His grip was firm, possessive. My heart started to race as he turned to Takashi and gave him this cold, mocking smile. A chill ran through me.

"What was that?" I asked, looking up at him, confused and a little scared.

"You're mine," he whispered into my ear his tone low.
"You know that, right?"

My breath caught in my throat. "W-what? Since when?"

His gaze darkened, and his next words hit me like a bullet. "Since I put my dick in you last night."

My face went completely pale. It was like all the color drained out of me at once. My expression froze in shock, my lips parted as if I wanted to say something, but no words came out. My chest felt tight, and my stomach churned with a sick, twisted feeling. I could barely breathe, let alone think. My mind was spinning, but I couldn't process what he'd just said. The humiliation, the fear, it all tangled together until I felt like I was going to be sick.

The rest of the day passed in a blur. His words echoed in my mind, over and over, like they were seared into my brain. Everything else became background noise—the classes, the chatter, the teachers. All I could see was him, his towering figure looming over me like I was his puppet, his property. His cold arm never left my waist, keeping me tethered to him, reminding me that I was trapped.

No matter where I went, no matter what I did, I couldn't escape him.But I loved him.