Babydoll

One

Sighing, I stumbled to my feet, and walked over to Mr. Gaap's office. My fair arms pushed the transparent, glass door open. The blue file in my arms, fell to the floor as I realised what horrific scene I had just walked into. My mouth wide open at the horrors I had just witnessed. Mr Gaap pulled back from the blonde woman he seemed to be holding as if his life depended on it. My eyes scanned the room in discomfort. Mr Gaap's tie was on the floor along with the blonde's silhouette heels. The the blonde glared at me, obviously displeased at the fact that I had just inturuppted her make-out session with the most gorgeous man in the office. 

"Leave." A masculine voice came and I turned around to leave. Obviously it was to me, I was the one who had walked into his office without asking, obviously at the wrong time. 

"Not you." 

The blonde's expression turned from smug to horrified and embarrased. Quickly grabbing her heels, she stumbled out of the office pushing me slightly. Mr. Gaap's hand rested on his forehead as he sat on the big office chair which nestled behind the chocolate brown desk placed, in the very middle of the room. 

"What do you want, Juliet?" His low, smoky voice inquired. 

He knew my name? 

Evan's hand travelled through his dirty blonde locks in a very uneasy mannar. He was a gorgeous man. When he stood, he towered over my petite figure-almost 6'3. He had dark emerald eyes which could easily intimidate anyone. I'd never seen him not wearing a suit. I don't believe that anyone in the office had. He was a very mysterious person. Clenching at my lack of response, his hand travelled down this broad jawline brushing his dark stubble. His pale lips pursed together to form a straight line. His low, smoky voice inquired.  

"I- um, file!" Bending down, I picked up the file I had dropped. Uneasy, I walked over to him and placed the file in front of him on his desk. 

"Juliet, she meant nothing." He inspected the file, his body language showing that he was reading the file, whilst his words said else. Flipping through the paged he continued. I watched the floor clearly uneasy by the topic. "They never do, you know that, right?" I could feel him smirking against his words. He knew that talking about it would make me feel uncomfortable, that's exactly why he did it. "I mean, if it was you, it would have meant something." My head shot up to see his gaze holding mine. His lips shaped into a cunning smirk.

Getting up, his eyes seemed to travel down my body taking in every part. I pulled up the front of my top, clearly uncomfortable. The intoxicating aroma of his colonge filled my nostrils as I felt his hot breath trace the nape of my neck. My long, brown, and flat hair was pulled to the side. It hugged my neck alongside Evan's breath. I tensed when his lips felt less than a centimetre away. 

"Did you finish the report?" He whispered, mimicking a sensual voice.

A hearty chuckle left his mouth as he saw my horrified and confused expression. 

"I'm joking! I can't...believe you actually... believed me!" He choked out through laughter. I blinked, shocked by his cruel joke.   

"Don't do that ever again." 

"I won't. If," Walking back to his desk, he squeezed his hands in his trouser pockets. Smugly enjoying my curosity, he continued his sentence. "You go out with me, tonight." I laughed at his pity attempt of a joke. Even if he was serious, I wasn't going to agree. I had just seen him making out with some girl and he expected me to agree to going out with him? 

"No, sir." His eyes darkened with an unreadable expression, which quickly changed to disappointment. It was such a quick change, I wasn't even sure it happened. 

"Why?" 

"I can't." I nervously chuckled, trying to turn it into a joke after realising that he was actually serious. 

"I didn't finish the file, by the way. It wasn't due in today so I haven't finished it yet." I frowned, scratching my head. 

"You know how Hugh is, I could try, but I doubt he would change his mind. My idea of hiring you in the first place wasn't agreed to." He shrugged, tying his midnight blue tie-my favourite colour. 

"No, it's okay. I'll finish it by tomorrow, Mr Gaap."  

"Of course." 

"And Juliet?" His eyes met mine. "It's Evan." 

"Not here it's not." I smiled sweetly, strolling out of his office. 

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I examined myself in the tall mirror behind the paste-white sink. My long brown hair lay flat covering the sides of my face. I pulled it to the right side and pulled out one of my fake diamond earrings. I had a long, thin nose, and plump, downturned lips. My eyes were a pale and dull brown. I brushed my hand over my cheeks, touching a few freckles here and there. I wasn't beautiful. Average, at most. 

I froze. An eerie feeling crept onto my body, leaving traces on it. I felt as if I was being watched. I spun around to look for anyone or anything around me. No-one. I felt as if something was watching me. Someone. I walked to the small window near my shower door. Shutting it with a thump, I walked back to the sink, placing my toothbrush back in it's place. My eyes slowly travelled to the tall mirror behind the sink again. But this time I wasn't alone. A sillhuottue figure stood behind me. It was the shape of a person, fading from a charcoal grey, to a jet black. No features noticable. 

I shook with fear. Struggling to keep myself from frantically running away from the figure, I took the wise decision of standing there and waiting for it to leave. I wanted to speak. Ask it what it was... but unfortuately, no words seemed to leave my slightly open mouth. Anxiously, I licked my lips. I bit the inside of my cheek, pushing all my tension into it. I reluctuntly stopped when I felt a hot, salty liquid infiltrate my mouth. 

Sweat beads formed on my brows as I blindly looked for something to use as a weapon. My hand slid slowly over the sides of the square sink, like a snake waiting to pounce on it's prey. The cold, ceramic surface sent shivers down my spine. Even though it had no eyes, the figure seemed to be looking right at me. Into my soul. I tensed as I watched what it was doing through my mirror. A sickening yellow tooth showed up. Then another. Then another. My muscles clutched onto eachother tightly, refusing to let go, as the figure showed a set of gruesome teeth. I screamed slightly, but no noise came out. It smiled at me. It's revolting teeth shaped into a smile. Not a normal smile. An eerie, awkward smile. A smile that watches not only you, but your whole body. Your soul. A sadistic smile that feeds on fear.  

Crash!

I screamed loudly, covering my face.

When I finally caught the courage to look back out, I uncovered my face from the blanket of my hands. Hysterically, I ran towards my bedroom, stumbling to the edge of my door. My eyes widened at the horrific mess I encountered. My clothes ripped apart lay quietly on my bed. The sheets were stained with a thick, yellow and red liquid. The wardrobe door seemed to be scratched with something really sharp. I soon realised that my clothes and curtains were now draped in animalistic scratches and tears. As if a beast had just been fed them. Papers were scattered everywhere, all important. But most frightening; the plain, white wall behind my bed had been painted on with blood. Bright, red, blood. 

I took sluggish steps towards it. Running my fingers, ever so gently over the gruesome liquid. Shivering as I realised that this could have been something else's-someone else's blood, I quickly retreated back my hand to stop myself from including myself in this dreadful crime. I took a small step back to be able to read what the sadistic thing had written. I began to shake as I read the six sinful words over and over again until they imprinted into my mind. 

Babydoll, you're now mine to play with.

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