Psychopath (Harry Styles Fanfic)

episode six

                                                              [ six ]

Evelyn.

I could hear heavy breathing.

It was low and uneven, and it enveloped my senses all throughout.

My eyes struggled to see any form around me; however, I knew there was someone with me.

And that person was somewhere very close - too close even.

I tried to shift my position, hoping to see a much clearer view of my surroundings, but my movements were restrained by something - someone, rather, as I squirmed within his tight hold. Everything was dark - let alone the glint of light that shed through a very small opening. But it was utterly futile; I still couldn't see the person.

A jolt of apprehensiveness suddenly crept in my sub-consciousness, and every part of my body stiffened in what felt like fear. The dark was very consuming. It sucked out all positive emotions inside me, leaving me with only sheer terror. I felt so helpless and vulnerable to even comprehend.

I writhed; desperately trying to get myself out of the seclusion. Soon enough, my restlessness struggled to tolerate the stomach-clenching grasp that engulfed me.

The person was crushing me.

Instinctively, my arms pressed against his seemingly hard chest; shoving him away with the strength that was left of me. But my efforts only failed, and instead of getting the escape I wanted, his hold tightened around my waist. Although the urge to squirm was there, I seized such act because it only hurt even more when I struggled around him.

And so, I froze.

Why the hell was he doing this?

Eventually, his breathing became heavier. The whips of air that escaped his mouth were now short intervals of low and uneven pants. He would pause momentarily, but then, the heavy breathing would come back again. It sounded as if he was tired.

But why would he be tired? I was already so still after all.

It was only then that it dawned to me completely. The person was underneath me - he was grounding his hips against my lower area. I couldn't see it, but I could feel his hard member thrusting beneath my entirety. I shuddered; not in pleasure; but in discomfort and disorientation. My head was in complete shambles.