I woke up to a searing pain behid my eyes and a stranger caressing me.
"What the hell do you want!" I screamed.
"Tsk, tsk, Hina. Screaming won't do you any good. Who can hear you? No one but me. Scream as much as you like. But if I were you I would save your beautiful little voice for later. I'm not done with you yet."
"What! What are you going to do to me," I whimpered.
"Why does it matter?" He snapped, "You're mine now."
I felt my eyes well up, but I shut them tightly and focused on getting out of these bonds. I noticed he left my feet unbound. How fucking charming. I can't remember everything that went on the night I met this man. I don't even remember his name. Whatever I did, whatever I said, really got to him. And I know now that he's not fucking around. He is one tough bastard. I know he won't give up until he's fully satisfied with me. And I have a feeling that my body is involved.
"Why am I naked." I whisper.
"We're going to play a game, Hina." He got up from the couch and got on his knees in front of me, his hands resting softly on each of my knees. He starts rubbing my knees in light circles. My skin responds with tingling goosebumps.
I decided to just go along with his shit. "What kind of game?"
"A game you and I will both enjoy." His hands slip slowly up my thighs like snakes in the grass. He reaches my underwear and pulls them off with no effort at all, leaving me completely naked, hands bonded and all.
"And what if I don't enjoy it?" I lick my lips in anticipation.
"Oh, Hina. You will." He stands up and reaches for his belt. I knew it was going to end like this. Fucked and killed. Better than the reverse order of killed and fucked I guess. He yanks it off in one swift motion. I just now notice that he's shirtless. His blood-spattered jeans droop a little at the waist, revealing his plaid boxers and happy trail. He has a nice set of abs, though. Can't complain. He looks at me with those hypnotizing eyes. "Like what you see so far?"
"I enjoy what you have to offer. Do you enjoy what you see?" I stand up and press my body against his. I see the way his facial expression changes and I know he has a rush of lust going through his veins. My breasts are pressed up against his midsection. He lets out a little noise that resembles a moan and his left arm pulls me closer by my waist. I guess even psychopaths need sex too. He fumbles with his pants for a minute and I feel his jeans hit the floor at our feet. His right hand comes up and tangles itself in my hair. He yanks my head back. Hard.
"Why do you give in now?" He pants.
"Why not?" He's close enough to where I could kiss him. I turn my head and slowly lick his neck from collarbone to jawline as he loosens his grip on my tresses. I think he likes this sensation of dominance, as I feel something hard, but not threatening against my leg.
"Fair enough, Hina. Let's move this to your bedroom" He picks me up swiftly and my legs automatically wrap around his waist. When we reach the hall he slams me against the wall and his underwear come off. I open my mouth to say something, but all is quicky forgotton as he starts right then and there. I moan as he enters and he carries me the rest of the way to my room as he kisses me, hard, but passionately.
YOU ARE READING
Evil Eyes, Wicked Mind
RomanceHina, the oldest orphan in her orphanage, is a witness to one of the most brutal massacres of her time. When she comes face-to-face with her worst nightmare, will she subject to his every will or fight fire with fire?
