"I felt a powerful desire to make her submit to me, to sink my teeth into her beautiful, soft skin, to taste every bit of goodness inside of her."
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I was hypnotized by his compelling pupils, their golden brown color transforming into a vibrant sh...
Before my mind could process the words that left his mouth, he vanished before my eyes.
Or rather, he moved so quickly that my eyes failed to keep up.
Seconds later, I could feel the heat from his breath on the back of my neck and his ice cold hands snaking up my bare shoulders, making me shiver and my hairs stand on end.
I should have moved.
I should have, but I remained frozen, petrified by the sudden proximity of his presence. As i continued to stare straight ahead, my brain screamed at me to do something, anything, as my body felt his breathing getting dangerously heavier, his grip getting stronger, and his face getting closer...
A tear rolled down my cheek and i squeezed my eyes shut. My shaky hands curled into fists, fingernails digging into my wet palms.
Suddenly the doorbell rang, causing him to pause for a moment.
This time, the person who entered was a boy in a striped sweater and ripped jeans, with hair the color of the night sky.
"Misaki?" he called curiously as he stepped inside.
It was Jimin.
When he finally spotted me, he came to an abrupt stop and a light shade of pink appeared on his cheeks.
"Oh- shit- sorry for interrupting" he spoke quickly, waving his hands in front of him shyly as he retreated towards the exit.
"Just... text me when you get home, okay?" His voice trailed off until he was no longer in sight.
My face burned with embarrassment and as much as i desired to yell "it's not what you think!" i decided it was best not to get him involved and instead used his unexpected visit as a diversion to get myself out of this freakish situation.
With the parts of my body that were no longer immobile, i slid through his grasp and spun around, facing him for a split second. He was already following my movements with an intense flare in his bright red pupils.
From the corner of my eye i spotted my phone lying on the top shelf to his left. So, I did the first thing that came to my mind.
I grabbed a cup that was sitting in a tray nearby and swung the contents in his direction.
But i fucking missed.
Well, almost.
The floor below my feet was now littered with ice cubes swimming in what i appeared to be cranberry juice. It wasn't my aim that was the problem, he was simply too damn fast.
Brushing off my failed attempt to distract him, i leaped over the mess on the floor, praying not to lose my balance again, and reached for the top of the shelf.
But what i expected to get my hands on... was no longer there.
"Is this what you're looking for?"
My heart sank to my stomach as he held up my phone that fit perfectly into his large hand.
"Don't worry, you won't be needing it," he continued slyly, his fingers pressing harder around my phone with every word he spoke. Then, with a painful crack, it was smashed into several pieces that fell to our feet one by one.
A silent cry escaped my lips as he stepped over the pieces of what i had worked so hard to afford. How dare he treat me like an insect that he can scare the life out of, trample on, and mess around with for his own entertainment?
He pulled off his blazer, which had been splattered with cranberry juice, and threw it aggressively against a stool in the corner of the room.
The distance between us got smaller as he moved closer and closer, until he was towering over me and my back was pressed against the counter.
That's when i realized it was true. From the perspective of people like him, i was nothing but an insect; alone, trapped inside these walls, living off of crumbs, choosing to run and hide instead of fighting back...
I was so fucking helpless.
He brought his arms up and rested them on either side of the surface behind me, trapping me. As his tongue traced the tip of his front teeth, my gaze lowered to the terrifying pair of fangs, which were now in full view.
Working at a restaurant for a large portion of my life had taught me to always handle knives with care. The most important rule i learnt was to cut away from your body and from another person to avoid the possibility of any injury.
Let's just say, that might've been the fourth rule i broke that day.
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Author's note: Oooooh what do you think she's gonna do?
