Serpentine Desires

The prey

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Judas returned but wearing a scowl and not his usual amusement. I held my breath and walked on eggshells around him. Kyle also followed him in as he looked at me and I unconsciously pulled at the front of my sweater to not let him have a look at my perked nipples.

The bastrad would've brought a bra at least.

The earlier rage was still there but first I needed to convince him to let me out of this apartment. I couldn't stay here trapped.

To my surprise Kyle went into the kitchen and that's when I noticed he had a bag with him. And watched as he unloaded the bag on to the counter. Food. My eyes flickered to Judas who was now sitting on the dining table still wearing the. Bloodied pants but his shirt was clean. Hair tousled unlike earlier. I hesitated not knowing whether to stay here or walk back into the room.

Kyle put the food in three plates and I realised I should just stay. Taking and barely making it to the table with sprained foot, I sat on fattest end of the table. "What happened to your foot?"

My whole body stilled and I raised my head to look at him. His eyes were narrowed on my foot, and the darkness I was afraid of was still there. I swallowed with a slight shake of my head. "I tripped."

Judas leaned back in his chair, the corners of his mouth lifting in that familiar, mocking smile. But it didn't reach his eyes. They were cold, assessing, like a predator sizing up its prey. His fingers tapped a slow rhythm on the table, a beat that only served to heighten the tension in the room.

"You tripped?" His voice dripped with sarcasm, the kind that made your skin crawl. He tilted his head slightly, as if he were trying to piece together a puzzle that didn't quite fit. "Is that what we're calling it now?"

I forced myself to hold his gaze, even though every instinct told me to look away. "Yes."

A soft chuckle escaped him, though there was no humor in it. "And here I thought you had more spine, little bird. But I suppose that's what happens when you're too busy planning your next escape, isn't it?" His eyes darkened, a storm brewing beneath the surface. "You forget how to walk properly."

I felt my pulse quicken, but I refused to let him see the effect his words had on me. "I'm not planning anything," I said though my voice was barely above a whisper.

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, the movement so casual it was almost lazy. But there was nothing lazy about the way he watched me. "Liar."

I could feel the threat behind it, the unspoken promise that he would find out whatever it was I was hiding.

Kyle returned from the kitchen, setting a plate in front of Judas, then one in front of me. But I couldn't bring myself to look at the food. My eyes were locked on Judas, waiting for his next move, his next cutting remark.

"Go on, eat," Judas shrugged those pale blues sharpened, his tone almost conversational. "You're going to need your strength."

I hesitated, and he noticed. Of course he did. He noticed everything.

"Or maybe you've lost your appetite?" His smile widened, teeth flashing like a wolf's. "I'd hate for you to waste away before you've fulfilled your role here."

Role of what? His whore? That he could sleep with anytime he wanted? I wanted to grab the fork and stab him with it, but I resort to more safest option.

I picked up my fork, though my hands trembled slightly. I had no choice but to eat, to go along with whatever twisted game he was playing.

He watched me take a bite, and I knew this wasn't about the food. This was about control.