Taming My Little Monster

Chapter 5 - VISITOR

"Shit. Shit! Shit!! Shit!!! This is bad." Grant muttered under his breath as he paces the room, nervously strolling back and forth as he runs his hand through his gorgeous black hair. I could easily see he was frustrated even through my tiredness. I rubbed my eyes sleepily.
"Whats wrong? " I asked Grant groggily. He swiftly turned to face me; his face was full of uncertainty and annoyance. "Whats wrong? WHATS WRONG?! You! THATS WHATS WRONG!"He yelled at me. I scooted back on the bed.

"Wh-what do y-you mean?" I stuttered worriedly clutching my hand against my chest. Within a moment Grant was across the room. He grabs my wrist, pulling it away from my chest and rips my shirt off my body without hesitation leaving me in just my black lacy bra. I sat there in shock. Exposed and unable to move.

"Do you even know what the hell that means?" he yells pointing at the mark that I've had ever since I can remember. I shake my head no vigorously. He growls and then suddenly stiffens when we hear a loud eerie knock on the front door. I see his eyes change from their normal purple to a pale (nearly white) purple. We heard a quick muffled exchange of words at the door before one of the more familiar voices, Clarance's (I assume) gets louder and more pleading accompanied by a few pairs of feet coming up the stairs. I feel like the walls are closing in.
"You can feel it too? Can't you? Something isn't right." Grant says sounding almost dazed.
"N-no. You cant go in there. You shouldn't even be here. Please leave. S-stop don't open that door." We hear Clarence beg, trying to sound stern but failing miserably. I stiffen at the sound of the footsteps getting scarcely close. Suddenly the door bursts open to reveal a tall, lanky man and a very worried looking Clarance. The man had hallowed cheeks. His hands were long and boney looking almost like claws when wrapped around his black cane. He looked like a human stick bug due to his skinny arms legs and waist. He was hunched over making him look old in his nice suit. His hair was a mid tone gray like freshly paved side walk or the color of a rainy sky.
His look alone chilled me to the bone but what scared me most was his eyes. They were sunken in making him look like he was wasting away growing weaker and weaker but his eyes themselves were the darkest grey, an almost black color. They were focused and analyzed. They looked hungry and desperate.... and they were looking at me. He chuckled and I squirmed. Even though he had stayed still just staring at me I felt like he was grabbing at me. I felt like all my energy was getting pulled out of me like a fat guy slurping a never ending noodle. He licked his cracked dry lips disgustingly seductively. Eyeing me like a piece of meat.
"Well. Well. Well.", he said smirking, "What have we here? Sir Grant and this tasty looking young lady. Hmmmmm Well thats interesting." I notice him eye raping me and quickly covered my chest and bra with the sheets. Shit. We're in trouble.