You jumped up when you were finally able to gain your vision back, sucking in as much air as your lungs could take. There was a heavy throbbing on your forehead and when you pressed your left palm into the painful patch you felt something wet and warm. You guessed it was blood but you couldn't see anything. Where ever you were it was dark, damp, and whatever you had been sitting on was really hard. Your eyes looked down to see concrete.
"Scott? Kira?" You called out.
Your echo was the only thing that replied. Despite your agonizing pain, you forced yourself to get up and feel along the walls. A light flickered and you were finally able to see where you were. Oak Creek, the place where it had all started for the nogitsune. The mere sight of it sent chills down your spine.
"Tell me Y/N, how does it feel calling for help and hearing no response? Is your head wound making everything unclear?"
There was his voice. It was the nogitsune and when you peaked over your shoulder you saw the evil replica of your friend strolling towards you with his hands held behind his back. His dark hair looked disheveled and he still had those dark circles under his eyes. The dark grey shirt he had on made him look very dark especially in the dim light. Those black eyes of his were fixated on you. He was coming for you.
There was a bolt of excitement that rocketed through your entire body and you immediately felt ashamed. It was the way he looked at you that made you moisten your panties, every time. He had found a way to brand his evil self into your soul, and he knew it too. You didn't want to admit it but that dark predatory look made your insides glow with a certain ache that only he could soothe. After he had given you the best orgasm you found a little spot inside you that was made for the nogitsune and him alone.
"Stay away from me." You demanded as you tried to find an escape route.
A cold tingles tickled your spine and you could feel him smirking at your attempt of escape. You could just feel him and it was intoxicating. He was ruining you and you were letting him. The moment you found a small flight of stairs you ran down them and with in a few feet stood a large gate with metal bars, blocking you. Maybe it was your head wound, or maybe you were just too weak but you couldn't get the damn thing to budge.
"Come on Scott, where are you?" You asked in fear.
"He's far from here. That's for sure." The evil fox commented.
You looked at the top of the stairs to see him crouching, watching you like a predator. Your heart was trying to beat its own way through your rib cage. Not just from fear, but of excitement too. You closed your eyes, praying that this was some sort of sick dream. It wouldn't have been the first time he managed to pop up in your dreams. When you opened them again he was literally one step away from you. And when he filled in that space you pressed your back into the metal bars. The fox held up his left hand and gripped one of the metal bars beside you, caging you in. Talk about being caught between a rock and a hard place. When you looked into his eyes you practically came undone.
"Do you know why you're here?" He asked.
To lure Scott and the others?" You guessed.
He pressed his body flushed against yours and you felt his erection pressing right into you. He kept eye contact while leaning closer so his lips were mere inches away. When his hot breath hit your face you tried to squeeze your legs together but the trickster wasn't having it. He forced a leg between your thighs and wrenched them open.
