A TASTE OF CANDY POISON

CHAP 13🌸

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The air hung thick with the scent of sweat and cheap cologne, a familiar cocktail of the school gymnasium.

I, Sebastian, was tucked away in one of the empty dark rooms, a sanctuary from the pulsating music and the throngs of sweaty bodies. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drum solo echoing the chaos outside.

A soft touch, a whisper of warmth against my lips. I froze, my breath catching in my throat. It was a kiss, a fleeting, unexpected touch that sent a jolt of electricity through my entire being.

'what the hell?'

I pulled back, my heart pounding in my chest. The kiss was gone, but the warmth lingered, a phantom sensation on my lips.

“Shhh,” a voice whispered, low and husky, a breath against my ear. “Don't make a sound.”

A hand, large and calloused, pressed against my mouth, silencing any protest. The pressure was gentle, but firm, a subtle reminder of the power imbalance.

I was trapped. My back was against the cold, hard wall, my body pressed against the unknown figure. The darkness concealed him, a shroud of mystery that amplified my fear.

“You're beautiful,” the voice continued, a seductive whisper that sent shivers down my spine. “Even for a boy.”

The words were laced with a strange mix of admiration and possessiveness, a dangerous cocktail that left me breathless.

“Your speech was… captivating,” the voice went on, a low rumble that vibrated against my ear. “You have a gift.”

I tried to speak, to break free from the invisible grip that held me captive, but the hand on my mouth remained firm, a silent command to stay quiet.

“Don't tell anyone about this,” the voice hissed, a threat veiled in a seductive tone. “Our little secret.”

The hand finally lifted, leaving a tingling sensation on my lips. I turned my head, searching for the source of the voice, but the darkness was impenetrable.

“Who are you?” I whispered, my voice trembling.

The figure remained silent, a shadow in the darkness.I can see his figure close to me,but I can't see his face due to the darkness.

“Please,” I pleaded, desperation creeping into my voice. “Don't leave me like this... who are you?"

The silence stretched, an agonizing eternity. Then, the figure moved. I felt a slight shift in the air, a whisper of movement against my skin.

“Don't tell anyone about this,not even your friends.. and if you ever tell them about this, you'll see what happens to you"he warned making me gasps for air,my knees weakening.

The figure was gone,leaving me alone in the cold,dark,empty room.

I stumbled towards the light switch, my fingers fumbling in the darkness. The room flooded with light, revealing the empty classroom.

My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic rhythm echoing the chaos of the party outside. I was alone, shaken, and utterly confused.

Who was that man? What did he want? And why did he kiss me?

The questions swirled in my mind, a vortex of confusion and fear. The kiss, the whispers, the touch – they were all too real, too vivid to be dismissed as a figment of my imagination.

Who was he?

I was left with a lingering sense of unease, a feeling of violation mixed with a strange, inexplicable curiosity. The man had vanished, but the memory of his touch, the warmth of his lips, remained etched in my mind, a haunting reminder of the night I was kissed in the darkness.