~Cold love~

Chapter twenty-six

For this chapter, just like in previous chapters, there will be sexual mentions. I don't want to spoil much for you sexy bishes who are reading this now, but.....be ready for some shit to go down...

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      Her mind raced with multiple, uncensored images of things she didn't want to think about. Her brain slurred the images as if she were drunk, her heart beated furiously in her chest as her body twisted and turned under the hot sheets of blankets.

She had yet to know she was dreaming, and the worst part was....it was only starting.

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Faster. Faster. Run. Faster. Those were the only words being repeated in the blunette's mind as she tried to lose the maniac following closely behind her.

He laughed menacingly, his skin boiling and his insides burning for more.

'There's nowhere left to run, Marinette! You're mine, and only mine!'

She screamed, covering her ears, betraying herself from listening to the freak behind her.

'What do you want from me?!'

She could hear him chuckle darkly, his pace picking up.

'All of you.'

The man she feared most in her life jumped upon her, rolling across the ground.

Each roll contained a new setting around them. One roll, it was night, the next was day. Another roll, it seemed they had stationed themselves in a desert, and another to come had them in a forest.

The final roll, Marinette glanced all around them, and they somehow managed to be in the school.

It wasn't unlikely for Marinette to be in the school in most case scenarios', but it was weird that'd she be here, and there was no one else around.

'Just be a good girl and stop moving around.'

Marinette couldn't scream. They came out raspy and soft, her voice almost gone. Her throat was sore for some reason, and her chest burned.

'You can't scream. There's no one to save you.'

Marinette tried to pry her hands away from the sickening grip on her wrists. She could feel his nails digging into them, cutting into her skin, making them bleed. She gave up in trying to yell, since she couldn't do so anyways.

'Yes. Keep that pretty mouth closed for me.'

He let go of her wrist with one hand, using his other hand to keep a grip on both wrists. He let his other hand trail up her thigh, circling circles on her hip bone.

'Are you going to be a good girl for me?'

Marinette shook her head crazily, her eyes almost bulging out of her head as the dangerous man before her's face morphed into Chat's face.