In the Hands of Sin - Choose Your Own Adventure!

On Strike

  You sat still, quivering in fear. Sin pulls away to look you in the eyes for the first time in a while.

  "Do you think I'm repulsive?" he says sternly, hands on your shoulders, his grip firm. You don't respond and he shakes you a bit.

  "Sorry, what?" your eyes dart around the room as you mutter those few words. The dark haired male frowns.

  He sighs,"Do you listen at all? I asked if you found me repulsive."

  "No, you're attractive, but..." your voice gets quiet, "you scare me."

  "Yeah, I try to make people scared of me," he says and sits back, slouching.

  "Why?" you ask softly, staring at his face as an attempt to find a trace of emotion, but there's nothing.

  "It keeps me safe." He rubs his eyes and you look at his eyebags. Sin must not get much sleep.

  "Doesn't keeping that up exhaust you?" you say as he puts his weight on his arm in a casual stance.

  "I don't know. I've been doing it for a long time. It didn't keep you away," he mumbles the last statement.

  You scoot closer to him, "Well, did you want to scare me away?" He grins and looks up, continuing his game of avoiding eye contact.

  "No because I wanted to bring you here, and I did that. It's simple," he says through his smile, "but maybe not to someone as dumb as you."  You ignore his insult and look him over. His dark clothing choice suited him, and you noticed little details like his small gauges and septum. He had to care somewhat about his appearance.

  "You have really nice, thick hair, Sin. Can I touch it again?" you put on a polite, calming voice. He nods and agrees. You reach out and run your hand through his black hair once more, feeling how soft it is. For someone like him, you'd expect greasy hair, but it wasn't. It was full and nice to touch. You glanced at his face and saw his uncomfortable expression that he wasn't making any effort to hide as he stared at the floor.

  "Is something wrong?" you pull your hand to your side.

  "I don't like how gentle you are," he says, eyebrows furrowed and body tense, "If it's not firm, it bothers me." You nod apologetically and roughly run your hand through his hair and hold his shoulder tightly.

  "Better?" you ask and he says yes. You genuinely smile for the first time being here. Sin wasn't being threatening or hostile, he was just being himself. Or at least you hoped this is what he was really like.

  "You're not that bad," he says, fiddling with a loose string on his shirt, "You're actually sweet. I like you."

  "I like you too." You give him a smile and he smiles back, finally. His eyes got sad momentarily before he managed to mask it.

  "Why do you do what you do?" you ask, feeling that he's calm enough to ask him personal questions.

  "You mean hurt people?" he moves in closer to you, intertwining your fingers with his, "I have these urges and all this anger inside. I don't know what's wrong with me. I thought it was the world that was wronging me, but," he inhales sharply, "you're not bad like the world."

  "You don't have to hurt people." Your tone was firm and his eyebrows become furrowed again and he glares at you, pulling his hands away.

  "I can't control it. I HAVE to. Nothing else calms me down when I'm angry. I like seeing the life leave somebody's eyes. I'm not nice, I'm a bad person." He starts to stand up.

  "Me touching your hair calmed you down, didn't it? Firm touch? Or did none of that mean anything?" you say, almost harshly. He looks over his shoulder and turns around, sitting back down.

  "I guess you're right. But that was only temporary. I'm already thinking about hurting you again." Sin crosses his arms, looking down at you like you're pathetic.

  "Sin,"

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  "You don't deserve to be alone forever," you smile, struggling to stand with your bruised legs and sore back.

  "What are you talking about?" he snaps, standing close to you.

  "I want to be with you. You don't have to stop doing this for me," you say with no regrets, meaning every word. You don't care if it's stockholm syndrome. All you know is you want to stay by his side.

  "But I told you, I'm a bad person, I've done terrible things and you know that!" Sin yells as he backs you up against a wall, cornering you.

  "I don't care. I can help you. Everyone has done bad things, and you have a taste for it so I understand why you don't want to stop. Please, Sin. Let me stay with you."

  He lets out a breath and you can see him thinking to himself as his eyes dart back and forth. Sin gets closer to you before, his face inches from yours. Your lips meet and you feel your legs weaken. You have a sudden unhealthy attraction for him and you feel as if you'd do anything for him.

  "Okay," he says after pulling away from the kiss, "I trust you, but if you ever try anything," he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a knife, "That'll be the last fucking time you do anything." You nod in agreement, as if selling your soul, signing a contract, giving yourself up. Sin grabs your hand and holds it tightly, putting it in his hair again and he smiles softly as you move your fingers through his feathered hair.

you became partners in crime.

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