↳LUKA
"Hey,"
A deep, dark voice bought me back, conscious. I scrunched my brows, a heavy feeling on my eyelids, preventing me to open my eyes. "Hey, wake up," The said voice, rang louder. I shot my eyes open, my eyes, immediately frantically scanning the place I was in.
It's pitch black.
I was obviously standing. But being in this place, it kind of felt like I was floating. The never ending darkness was leading to nowhere.
I can't see anything.
"Hey," I snapped my head towards the voice.
"Come here,"
Where?
"Over here," I kept turning to find where the source of voice was from.
"Come,"
My heart hammers harshly against my rib cage, whispers now all over my head.
"Turn around,"
I flinched, realizing now that I was much more closer to the voice than earlier. Instead of doing as the voice said, I closed my eyes before clenching my trembling hands and taking in a deep breath. I steadied my breathing, trying to calm and reassure myself that it was just a voice and nothing more.
A flash of memory strikes in my head, recalling the events that had just happened before I was here. The image of the huge truck ramming onto my body made me hiss and shake my head.
Am I in a coma?
Or is this just a nightmare.
"Oi, what're you doing?"
I jumped in shock, hearing the voice again. Panic seeps back through my chest. I clenched my eyes shut tightly.
It's just a dream. Stop overthinking, Luka.
Once again I slowly opened my eyes, ready to face the darkness.
"Boo,"
"AH!" A strangled shout escapes my lips as I stared at the strange looking person right in front of me, our faces inches away from each other.
He let's out a throaty, dark laugh before looking back at me. "You're perfect," The corners of his lips turns upwards into a smirk.
Perfect what?
Slowly I backed away, trying to get my personal space. He scoffs before closing the space between us once again. I looked up at him, awkwardly meeting his red gleaming eyes. I gulped before looking away from him.
"Umm," I lowered my head, not liking the awkward silence. He continues to stare down at me. Almost as if he was mocking me. His tall figure easily towers over me, making me feel scared of what the person in front of me would do next.
"Hey, look at me," I started fiddling with the hem of my shirt, not really sure what to do anymore. I gnawed my inner cheek, trying to calm my trembling state.
A cold finger traces against my cheek, making me jump. He hooks my chin in between his thumb and index finger, forcing my head up to look at him. "Obey," My lips turns into a straight line once my chocolate orbs was met back with his intimidating red, fiery ones.
His other arm snakes around my waist, closing the gap between us entirely. My hands now pressed up against his broad chest. His smirk had never once left his lips. He bended a little to my height, our lips centimeters away. "How cute," He purrs out beside my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
"Who are you?" He chuckles before unhooking my chin and bringing it to my back. "Let's save the questions for later," Was all he said before his large hands started to slowly roam around my back, making me yelp in surprise.
His other hand, placed on my waist, was slowly snaking inside of my shirt. I shivered slightly, feeling his cold hand trace my backbone. "W-Wai–" He glides his hand down my waist line making me hiccup.
My mind was starting to loose focus, not really understanding the situation anymore. His hands were slowly going lower to my butt and when it finally did, I gasped, looking up at him. He let's out a chuckle before continuing to massage my behind.
"N–Don't! Wh-What're y–" My breath hitches, feeling him squeeze my flesh. I gripped onto his shirt, shocked. My face flushes till the tip of my ears as he kept on groping me. I tried pushing him away, but my arms had somehow feel like it's lost all of its energy. I was once again surprised, when I felt his hand slipping through my pants.
"Hey Zagan–Oh, am I interrupting something?"
A different voice rings out this time. A deep growl emits from Zagan's throat. I huffed a breath of relief, feeling his hands slipping back out from my pants. He turns around, unwrapping one of his hands from me but was sure to keep the other secured on my waist. Almost like a person keeping their pets on leash.
"Yes, you are." He grits out.
"Ah, so you've got a new toy to play with I see. I take that this means you won't be needing the old one anymore?"
"You can keep him if you want to. He was boring in the first place anyways," This so called Zagan scoffs out.
"Aha, about that. I told him to get some food for me but he ran to his room and when I was just about to give him a piece of my mind, I found him hanging. Wasn't my fault though, sorry," The other guy says nonchalantly making my eyes fly wide in surprise.
What??
My eyes glances up at "Zagan", worry written all over my face. Since he only had one arm around me, I decided to take a risk and turn. Eventhough I had only moved slightly, Zagan's eyes quickly darts towards me. He pulls me closer to his chest, hardening his grip on my waist making a small yelp escape my quivering lips.
"Just throw him out or something. I've got a new one anyways," He says before patting my head.
"Hangout with us, yea? I bet the old one's pissed his pants by now after knowing he's in hell. Lets have some fun torturing him," The other spoke. Zagan lets out a scoff.
"Of course I'm joining. I'm not letting him off the hook so easily. You go ahead first, I'll greet this one first," A grin stretches onto his face as his friend finally dissapear. So now it's back to just me and Zagan again.
"I think you've heard everything right?" I nodded. "You don't want to end up like the other guy we just talked about right?" I hurriedly nodded my head once again. He brings his other hand up to my chin, before caressing his thumb against my quivering lips.
"Then be obedient, alright?"
