Linked To You

LTY 7: Larder

Yanika's POV

Several minutes after, I saw April in an angry and worried mode. I know she's mad that I didn't allow her to come but she knows my words are powerful.

She even said she regrets bringing me at the event but I told her I was fine and it made my day more interesting which made her smile. I left her there for a moment because I needed to use the comfort room and, on my way back someone who's strong enough grabbed and pulled me to the adjacent room.

I felt my breathing hitched when I heard the door locked. I didn't saw the person because I shut both of my eyes to panic. I tried to calm myself and opened my eyes bravely. The room is dark and small, it seems like a storage area of the hotel.

Then I can feel someone infront of me. I'm observant on my surroundings. I was taught self-defense so this guy is doomed if he makes a wrong move. I payed attention carefully on this person's next move while trying to cool my nerves. You can't let the assailant sense your fear.

Now, I can feel his breathing on top of my head, that's how tall this person is. I'm a pretty average height girl in my country by I am surely short here.

He's really closed to me. Yes, he's a guy base on the forced that brought me here and the texture of his hands. He is infront of me right now and I was slammed at the cold concrete wall of the room.

Damn it! I don't get frightened easily that's for sure. I know self-defense and I can protect myself whether foreseen or unforeseen. I'm born ready for this kind of things. But this person who took me to this dark room is holy hell making me knees wobble for no reason.

Is it his musky scent? Is it his height? His fair and smooth skin? How can I tell? Because there's a hint of light coming from the window.

Shit! What am I talking all about? What's wrong with me?!, I asked myself.

"Oh! Is my little beast afraid?" he said it softly but sarcastically.

Damn! Why do I find that sexy? What sexy? The heck Yanika!

"W-what?" I even stammered.

Freakin' hell! I can feel him smirking and it's embarrassing. He moved his head towards my face. Extremely close to my face.

Shit! I stopped breathing. Holy cow!

He whispered in my ears, "Tell me, you aren't beastie, are you?"

Then I heard him chuckle, "By the way, you stopped breathing."

Shit! No one has ever made me speechless and weak. Why do I suddenly feel this way?

I gathered myself and spat at him, "Yah! Who the hell are you?! Why did you bring me here!?"

I was about to to snap him to sleep but he's fast enough to held my hands and pinned me to the wall.

How can he!? Sh't!

"Feisty! Your little actions sadly won't work for me beastie. I know your good at self-defense. Too bad, I am good at it too," he then informed me.

I am perplexedly mad about this 'coz I haven't met someone who can dodge my attacks.

"So, tell me now, my beastie. Why are you here?" he calmly but there's curiousness in his voice.

"First of all, stop calling me beastie. We aren't close for you to give me nicknames. And second, it's none of your business," I sharply looked at his eyes. I can't see him clearly because it's dark but I know he's looking at me too.