nyc•to•phil•ia | nik-tō-fil'ē-a
- love of darkness or night;finding relaxation or comfort in darkness.
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"Tell me Celeste," he began as he walked back and forth in front of me.
"Have you ever heard of nyctophilia?"
I slowly...
Ashers weapons^^ Also there is a slight bit of violence in this chapter
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Asher's POV Things were going smoothly and my plan was coming together. She was so naturally submissive, she would barely need any training.
The only thing that wasn't a part of the plan was the way she was making me feel.
"She's like the only piece of good in this hellhole we call earth, you know?" I said as I placed the tape across some guys face.
He shook his head as tears streamed down his red face, pleading me with his eyes not to take his life. I've seen this look so many times, yet it always gives me the same thrill.
Although, lately I've been thinking about who I'd much rather see with this look in their eyes.
"No? That's a shame. Anyways, she's so sweet, innocent and perfect. People treat me differently because they're scared of me, rightfully so, but she doesn't." I sighed as her face popped up into my head again frustrating me.
Here I was trying to get a distraction from her but she still consumed my mind.
"You know, I could have my hands wrapped around her pretty little neck, and she'd probably still smile at me and tell me how much she adored me."
I laughed at the thought. Then walked away from the man strapped to the old metal chair.
"Hmmm what will I choose today?" I muttered to myself as I rooted through my duffel bag.
I smirked to myself as I came across my favourite axe. Running my finger along the blade, then watched the blood drip from finger.
Turning around, I walked back towards the man strapped to the chair, whilst lazily slinging the axe around with a smile. His eyes widened and he shook his head viciously.
"I can't get this girl out of my fucking head." I groaned as I stopped in front of him, throwing the axe up in the air and catching it by the handle, watching him flinch.
"I wanna hurt her, emotionally and physically. Destroy her innocence and kindness. But I also want to protect her from every bad thing in this world, and maintain her innocence... you see my problem?"
I looked back at the guy to see his eyes still wide with fear, then ripped the tape off his mouth.
"L-look man, I don't know what you think I did, but p-please let me go. I promise I won't tell anyone." He tried pleading.
They always start with the pleading. My favourite part is when they start cussing. Poor bastards.
"Just t-think about that girl you're in love with, what would she think about you doing this?"
My mood instantly darkened, and my smile dropped.
Love. I was not in love. I'm incapable of feeling love. In fact, the thought of love disgusted me.
