Syn#1:Heaven is a Syn away MxM (Staten Krown)

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I pictured him jumping towards me.

He took three steps before he jumped, but once he jumped I knew for sure

that my life was over. I could feel the pain surging through my body!

I could feel my life being drained, thoroughly. It was an outer-body

experience. I didn't have a chance to scream. I felt the blade withdraw

and I felt it being thrust back in. He repeated this awkward thrusting

until I counted 20 stab wounds all over my body.

"Lust," he said and repeated it.

He repeated it almost like an echo. He was trying to show me the power in

lust. He was trying to show me the horrible thing that it could cause. As

I died, he looked in my eyes and he had this complex look of desire in it

that I feared. Even in my last breath I could only worry about the meaning

behind this emotion called lust.

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Of course, that wasn't really how it happened.

It happened, quite differently in fact, but my mind was already playing out

that scenario when I saw Byron standing in my bedroom with the switchblade

in his hand.

I had backed away from Byron, who had the switchblade in his hand as he

stood over me in the middle of the night. I was wondering if it was

something that I had done to bring forward this passion of lust within him.

I felt a guilt that was so deep that my stomach turned. Had I led him on in

any way? I had never been so afraid as I was at this moment. My heart had

swiftly ducked under my bed, but my body was a little slow. My legs felt

heavy and my response to everything seemed sluggish.

"Byron...please..."

It was weird. Byron looked at me with this look of total confusion. I

couldn't keep my eyes off the switchblade that he had. I should have moved.

I should have been struggling.

"You have no idea how sorry I am for approaching you in the alley that

way..."

He had come here to kill me and yet he was apologizing? It was weird and

yet there was this fear in Byron's eyes that he wasn't trying to hide. He

was letting me know that he was so afraid.

I was fucking afraid too, "How did you get in here?"

"I found out where you live by following you. As for getting in here, I

just paid off that lady downstairs. Her name is Nicole, I believe."

Ms. Nicole! That greedy bitch! I knew she didn't give a shit about me.

She was only letting me live here because my uncle was paying her. She

didn't give a fuck about my welfare. I mean: she let strange people in my