HIS DARK LOVE

Chapter 11

JUST A START OF EVERYTHING~

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Obsession. 

Seems crazy, right? How can anyone just be so eager with thoughts of clarifying their ownership? 

But again- sometimes its just a smell... sometimes just that goddamn smile- look on the face, the eyes brightening up with the lights, words and voice that you want to sink in- just everything about THEM. 

The want to cage in forever, never letting them see the outside world of freedom... just them and yourself in a silent place far away where no glimpse of others would be seen-

How far would can anyone go? 

Would they- 

"Hmmphh-" Night struggled with the grip on his hands.

His eyes sprinted with tiredness, having no idea who the person behind him was. He cursed himself for not listening to his own gut feelings- not listening to Satang when he asked to accompany him. 

Oh- a little bird, got tricked in the devil's trap.

The hair in his back stood still as he felt that- a warm breathe hitting his ears, the closure of that unknown person and the stare that felt too deceiving. 

Nothing was making sense here- no! What did he ever ask for except a peaceful life? He had no idea on why would anyone put him into a situation like this- Fuck! Everything was messed up.

Just the voice, low- dreadful. Three words but enough for it to make his skin crawl and for him to understand that whoever it was- they were a fucking psychopath. 

"Uh-uh- no use of struggling." Again, he heard the same voice but this time, followed by a teasing chuckle. Whoever the fuck it was- he was enjoying seeing him this helpless. 

Night felt stiff, as the body behind pressed on him more... his brain went- numb as if it freeze with unwanted touch.

"Now- you do as I say... okay? I am leaving your pretty mouth for now but NOT. A. SINGLE. WORD." 

Night quickly nodded. 

He just needed a chance, a chance to free himself from the grip and see that fucker who made his life this uneasy. 

Just as the hands covering his mouth slowly left, he could finally breath a moment of peace- the air of the night. The hands moved to his face- slowly touching his cheeks from behind to his ear and slowly brushing his hair behind. 

He gulped, goosebumps all around his body. 

"W-Who are you." He attempted to say but nothing came as a answer except another chuckle.

Amused with the bravery, especially in this condition, North smirked. "I warned you, dove. NO. WORDS." 

Night widened his eyes at the pressure on his hands, twisting more. He whimpered, his arms felt like breaking at this point-

"Seems like you are too eager to see me, huh." The grip tightened with each word as Night struggled to answer him. "Ahh- I- Please-"

"Aww- are you hurting?"

The mockery in his voice was the last thing Night wanted. He bit his lips to prevent from anymore whimpers- not another single begging for this asshole. He gritted his teeth with an attempt to move. 

He hated this vulnerability- the part where he couldn't defend himself but people seem to forget- he is a fighter. 

With the last strength he had, not caring about his broken arm or even fear of dealing this man again... he jumped, letting the wall be his support and attacked him through head.