Her Dystopia

Chapter 5: "You're blushing."

I knew what was going to happen if I didn't get out there quick.
He went back to kissing my sensitive skin and while he was going to town, I bit down on his neck forcefully.
While he was distracted checking on his new wound, I ran.
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I didn't know where I was going, but I just ran. After a few turns I was alone in a kitchen. I put my jeans that I grabbed back in the room on and looked around for food. The cabinets had cans of greens and vegetables while the fridge had meat. Meat that no one could find. Although I would like to taste the meat I have been longing for, I knew it would take too long and other people would find me so I just took an apple and navigated my way to the other room.

Turns out it was the living room and in the living room was the front door. I saw the same pairs of shoes, my shoes, my bag, Diamond. Everything that I saw yesterday. I looked on the cream couch and guess who I saw, him. The guy that brought me here. He was laid out peacefully on the couch and I felt sorry for him because he didn't have a cover. So I got the cloak out of my bag and covered it over him.

He looked more comfortable. I turned to the door, but he grabbed my wrist. "Where are you going?" He asked sleepily. "Somewhere." I responded softly. The cloak fell on the ground when he stood and was picked up. He slid between me and the door and leaned on it.

"Did you give me this?" He asked with a sleazed face.

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Very." He leaned closed to me and studied my face.

"You're blushing." He informed me while getting closer to my face. "Tell me, is it better turn on for me to stay shirtless or to put on your cloak? Or better yet, why don't I just wear you?" He stepped back and showed off his abs.

He's flirting with me, again. Wow. I would like to say that I'm not attracted, but he's only wearing the jeans from yesterday that showed off his abs more, but I can't tell him that he looks hot. So I avoided his question by putting my shoes back on and grabbed Diamond with the apple being held in my mouth. He grabbed my bag before I could get to it and threw it on the couch then walked in front of it. I took a bite of the apple and tried to walk past him, but he stepped in front of me.

I tried to walk the other way and he stepped in front of me again. I saw how this game was going to end.

I ran to the other side of the couch and he just turned around in my direction. Throwing the apple would have been a good idea, but that's wasting food so when I tried to reach for my bag he got in the way. More or less, I may have scratched one of his "babies" and he instantly was down. This was my chance to get the hell out. I grabbed my bag and used him as a start off to freedom. I leaped off of his back, but he grabbed my ankle which made me slam down hard on the floor.

He got on top of me and licked the back of my ear. "Horny much?" I snapped sarcastically. His mouth got closer to the inside of my ear. "Only for you." He responded back softly.

I'm sorry for my sins.

He got up, but I could still feel his gaze on me so that meant I couldn't leave. I flipped over and looked at him.

"What?" I asked while watching him wipe his mouth with his arm. "Can I make you breakfast?" He asked. His whole demeanor changed. His mischievous eyes seemed to calm down from the mischief and almost looked sincere. What was this guy like? Given the chance that he haven't did anything to me yet, he seems nice. Well, nicer than the guys I encountered with.

I showed him the apple that was palmed in my hand. "I have this to eat so no thank you." I answered harshly. He snatched the apple and ate the whole thing very quickly. There goes my own breakfast. He looked down at me again like he knew the answer.

"I have nothing else to do." I grumbled. He quickly picked me up bridal style and headed towards the kitchen. I saw that this was going to be a habit and I couldn't fight him each time, so I just relaxed in his arms. He was kind of cold, but he was also warm. He was sleeping shirtless all night, but I guess from the grab and chase game that we just played, he warmed up. He walked to the chairs and I jumped out of his grasp, but he literally swept me off of my feet.

"What are you doing?" He asked looking confused. Why wouldn't he let me sit down like a normal person? "I thought I was sitting down on the chair." I explained while pointing to the chair. His infamous smirk came back. "Today, I'm going to make this breakfast interesting." I'm not ready for whatever crazy game he wants to play.

He positioned his hands on my butt and motioned for my legs to wrap around him. "Watch where your hands are." I told him, but he kept on looking at me. "You should get used to this." He responded. "I shouldn't have to." I snapped back. He nuzzled his face against mines and I sighed as I wrapped my legs around him and gripped onto his back.

"Happy?" I asked lowly. "Very." He responded cheerfully. He got some cooking equipment and what it sounded like a lot of food from the refrigerator. He heated up the grate and started cooking. I could smell delicious aromas of bacon, ham, eggs and grits. That with other smells I didn't recognized, but it all smelled so good.

I looked at his face and he was covered in sweat, probably from the heat. I rested my head back on his shoulder and closed my eyes.

"Hey. I got a question."

"Shoot."

"What's your name?"

He stopped. I looked at his face and he looked very confused. He continued cooking. "You don't know my name?" He asked.

"No." I responded.

"Are you sure?"

"Very."

He chuckled. "Well sorry for that. My name's King Mitchell."

I rested my head back on his shoulder. "Well, hi King Mitchell. You sho-" He interrupted me. "No it's not like a title. King is literally my first name." Oh, well that makes more sense. Why would he be a king of an apartment? He could be the King of Idiocy though. "Okay. Hi King. You should've told me earlier." I said before listening to the sweet sounds of cooking again.

"Can you get a plate for me?" He asked while turning the stoves down. I answered and got on his shoulders. He grabbed onto my ankles. "You didn't want to take your shoes off?" He hissed. "Nah. I think it's payback for last night." I said joyfully. He didn't answer. I finally made him quiet.

I reached into a cabinet and got a plate. It was a glass plate. It's not that rare to see these, but of course in the living conditions I lived in it wasn't common to us. I tapped his head and he got the plate while I slowly climbed down and wrapped around him again. "I told you you'd get used to it." He said while putting the food on the plate. I rolled my eyes.

He went into the refrigerator again and got a glass full of something. He walked to the table and set everything down. He maneuvered my legs to lay across his lap and sat down. I looked at the meal and it looked delicious. The bacon was cut into little bits and circled the ham in a small corner while in the middle of the plate was grits on the bottom corner and an omelet on the other.

I was about to dig in when I heard a voice from the hallway. I saw a man, who was also topless walk into the room with a small girl. We all froze when we saw each other.