That fear you hold so deep within, he can sense it. That fear keeps him interested. Now he is close to you my dear, now he is close.
Your panic is his entertainment. He craves you. You may choose to hide or fight, if you fight, you will lose. If you...
"Sometimes in tragedy, we find our life's purpose."
-❤-
Alexandra
After we reach the top of the marble staircase, he turns swiftly right, we pass many closed doors. The plush white carpet comforting my bare feet. We stop in front of a mahogany door, the last door at the end of the corridor.
"And this is my room." The man steps slightly to the side, his left-hand gestures for me to enter before him. Ha! what a true gentleman.
I take his kind gesture and enter the enormous room, my bare feet advancing along the dark hardwood floors from the soft white carpet – making the slightest padding sound every time the heel of my feet touches the floor.
The span of the room makes my head turn from left to right in order to capture the entirety of it. Large glass double doors on the left of the king-sized four poster bed indicate an ensuite and to the right of the bad is what looks like a long hallway. Everything outside this room was very modern, evident that is what one would expect when walking into a room; but as soon as you enter his room, the furniture was vintage and classic.
"Sit," the man says loudly, pointing to the plush white duvet on the large mattress of the oak bed. I follow his instructions and sit on the edge of the bed facing the hallway, my feet planted firmly on the soft golden carpet directly below me. My stance is timid because I feel out of place here. Looking at the man is the only activity I can do.
After closing the door, he walks to the large hallway and disappears only to reappear a minute later. In his hands adorned with several rings, he holds suitable attire that I presume is for me.
My eyes continue to follow his movements as he walks towards me, stopping a step in front of me, his hand reaches out holding a large white dress-shirt. I hesitantly take the folded piece of clothing and crane my neck to look up at him. Moving slightly aback when I realise his crotch area is directly infant of my face.
"Something more comfortable," the man mumbles before walking back down the hallway. Before I have the chance to get up, he comes right back out. Not yet nothing that I'm still sitting, he continues to undress.
I can't seem to look away from his hands as he proceeds to take his shirt off.
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Only now noticing the bruises on his knuckles as the light shines brightly on his entire form. His bruised knuckles capturing my attention. He's hurt. He's hurt from trying to save me. I feel like I should say something, but I don't. I have no desire what so ever to talk about the events of this night, a night I am sure to remember for the rest of my life. I do hope that Hunter's condition is much worse than the man standing before me's is.
