Dance for the Devil

Chapter 4

8.45 PM

Dance practice is intense. Repeating the same part over and over again until the dance teacher cannot stand watching us having so much pain any longer. My chest is on fire. Sweat almost turned the hall filled with mirrors into a pool. " Alright, ladies that's enough suffering for today. You did well. Please try to memorize every little step in detail and practice at home whenever you can." Everybody sighs out of relief. We can finally go home.

I take a long shower to cleanse me from the filth that my pores produced during all the complex movements. I put on my 'fresh' clothes and make my way home. The only thing keeping me up right now is the music jamming through my ears. It's a fifteen-minute walk from the dance academy to my humble home. I open the front door and immediately make my way upstairs. I start removing the sneakers of my feet followed by my socks. Quickly I free my body out of my hoodie and t-shirt. I look at myself in the mirror. The bags under my eyes basically scream at me to go to sleep. Before removing all the other clothing of my body I close all the curtains of my bedroom. Nobody wants to see me go naked. With only wearing my underwear and a worn-out t-shirt I crawl under the covers. As last I take a quick look at my phone. 9.27 PM. Before I even realize it, the exhaustion puts me in sleep mode.

9.05 PM

Well, that took her long enough. I spent all day on this. Finally, she's done. I really need to be careful now since she might have figured out someone was following her. She makes her way home, I guess, at a normal pace. Her head is rather bent over. The headphones protect her ears from the chilly night breeze. How far away does she live from this dance academy? She just keeps on walking while listening to her music. The only thing moving are her legs. It is like she's in a kind of trance. She must be exhausted. Poor Lina. If you were mine I would be driving you home and carrying you to your bed. I'd stroke your hair so that you can fall asleep quickly and peacefully. She should be more careful though. I've been following her on her way home and she doesn't even realize it. It could be a kidnapper or a murderer following her. She's lucky that I'm watching over her. In that way, no obsessed creep could harm her.

After another ten minutes we, well she, arrives home. The house is rather small but it has a comforting aura. I take out my notebook and write down the address. Now I know where she lives and in that way, I can look after her even better. Let's explore the area. Her house is surrounded by fences with only a small gate to enter the garden. I cross the street on the right side of the house. A light turns on in the room looking out over the street. A small figure appears in my eyesight. She's taking off her hoodie and her t-shirt. My eyes widen up immediately and naughty thoughts cross my mind. My penis is hard already just by seeing her in a bra. Soon, Lina, you won't have to take off your clothes by yourself. I will help you with that. I will help you with everything. She looks at herself in the mirror and I see an exhausted fragile girl. My mood changes and I feel sorry. I want to comfort her but I need to be patient. She turns away from the mirror and blocks my eyesight with her stupid curtains. That's it for tonight. Let's go home. "Sweet dreams Lina. We'll meet each other in our dreams tonight." After saying that I make my way home.

10.00 PM

I open the front door as silent as I can. The creaking of the floor exposes my late arrival. I can hear footsteps nearing me. "Kim Namjoon! Where have you been all those hours?" I sigh. " That's none of your..." Before I could even finish the sentence my mother raises her voice immediately. Did I raise you like this? I never wished for a disobeying son who did not even go to the university. All the other sons still go to school or have an important job at an expensive place and then there's you. You're a disappointment." The look on her face gives me goosebumps and her words unleash an alarming anger inside my body. I've had enough of this. I walk right towards her and grab her by the neck. The veins pop out of my manly big hands. " Listen to me mother. I did not hurt that girl at school. She lied so stop blaming me for her injuries! I got kicked out of school for no reason. What mother doesn't even believe her own son? What mother makes her son work all day? What mother doesn't even want to take her daughter to dance class and pay for it? You should be ashamed of yourself and not of your own son who you treat like trash." Her eyes open u and tears make their way to her chin. "Namjoon, son please let go of me. I can't breathe." Anger dominates my body and makes it so hard to let go. After a few seconds, I decide to let go of her. I'm rushing upstairs to my room and slam the door right behind me.