Hide & Clap (Harry Styles)

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

       It hadn't felt good to hear those two words in my ears. Because before I could run, every part of my body had felt numb. My vision were turning darker than before, and my sense of hearing had been removed momentarily. It felt like a drug, though. I was awake. Yet I couldn't speak, hear, nor see. I couldn't feel anything either. Everything was pitch black. I could think clearly, but I couldn't do anything. It was like a nightmare. But this time, it had felt real.

After an hour, or what it had felt like forever, I heard a clap from afar. It was loud and clear that it made my eyes immediately shot open. My senses were turning back to me, and I could feel my body again.

I was laying on a dirty bed, inside a filthy room. The puke-ish color of the walls had a wolf-like scratch against it—As if someone was brutally murdered on the wall, because of those dark blood splats. As I had brought my shit together, I could smell a rotten meat lingering around the area. Peeking through the window, it was still dark outside. The only source of light inside the room was the moon. And it had felt like a thousand pair of eyes were staring at me; watching my every breathing, every move.

The silence was broken when I heard a scratchy voice whispering the same word over and over again. "Blood."

"She's not a meal." Someone said, "She's mine."

It's definitely him. The one who brought me here. The one who kidnapped me for no reason. I could tell because of his familiar, husky voice.

The whispering had stopped, and I was allowed to breathe normally again. What the hell was that anyway?

I decided to speak up. Since it was the only way to know answers. "Wh—Where are you?" I quietly asked. Then I heard a deep chuckle echoing everywhere around the room. It had sounded like a demon's chuckle. Of course, it scared the fuck out of me!

"I can feel your fear, Paige Waters." He spoke in the dark. Now, I was beyond scared of him. The fact that he knew my surname had made my heart leap in the most unsatisfying way.

"I can smell your pure blood." He stated. Oh, well great. I have a damn period and—

How could he smell my blood? I thought.

I stuttered. Finding it difficult to talk. "W—Where am I?"

"That's all you humans ever asked me. Why not ask something new?" He spat.

Humans? What the fuck, ain't he human?

Everything had felt like a dream. My mind was not functioning well due to my indescribable thoughts. Even though it's pitch black in here, my vision was blurry.

I jumped in shock when I had felt a hand smoothly grabbing my waist. Pulling me closer to him.

He smells like rotten meat.

"Do I frighten you?" He asked with his raspy voice. His fingers were running through my hair; moving it to the other side of my shoulder.

The cold skin of his nose had touched my neck. My hands were trembling in fear, and my eyes were clamped shut. He inhaled rather so deeply as if he was smelling food with an empty stomach.

He chuckled in amusement. "You're a virgin,"

"I—" I breathed. It was the only word I could manage to say for the time being. It hadn't felt like a dream anymore. The silence was deafening and my mind had too many questions, none of it could be answered.

"Oh baby, I won't rape you." He groaned, still touching my neck with his lips. "Well at least, not now."

I gulped. My body had been shivering and my lips were shaking. "Where am I?" I whispered. His grip on my waist had gotten more tighter, as if he didn't liked the question.

"We're still in the woods, baby. The others hadn't given your vision back yet. So you can't see nothing but the dark." He said.

"I'm inside a room," I mumbled silently.

He laughed. But more of a mocking way. "That's just an illusion that the others give to their meals." He said.

What did he meant by "The others" ? And more importantly, how did I became a meal?

"Others?" I whispered.

"If you want to live, I can't call them by their own kind. Or they would come and kill you." He whispered the last two words.

"Please, let me go." I begged, struggling to set myself free from his grip.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, babe." He warned. But I was too scared to follow his warnings. I have to get out of here. Quick.

Once that I had felt his arms slipping away from my body, my vision became clear. And what I had just seen, hadn't been what I had expect to see.

The surroundings were covered with blood, and flesh from human beings. Dead bodies lying everywhere and their intestines were fully shown. I finally darted my eyes to the man who had kidnapped me.

I gasped, only in fear and in utter shock. He was evilly smiling, but his mouth was covered with blood. He has two long cuts on his cheeks, and his forehead had a mark on it.

A mark of two triangles that when you put together, it'll form a star. And it had a circle around it.

It was a mark of a Satan worshiper.