[Edited] "You had to be extremely low on cash to wank into a cup for it," Dani sneered, feeling like a vindictive bully in a playground. But Carlo deserved it. She felt the first sharp stab of fear that went through her heart when Carlo looked at her with thunder in his eyes. "What are you going to do now? Kill me?" she continued. Fingering the 9mm in her back pocket, she remembered that she'd never even shot the damn thing, despite her brothers' pleas to teach her. Carlo's shadow blanketed her. "Kill you?" His brow furrowed. "Do you really think that lowly of me, cara? I'm wounded." "Then what the hell do you want?" His face flashed with a look she barely recognised - pure arousal. Even when he reached out and pulled her to him, she could feel it. "I realised that the mother of my child is more of a spitfire than I thought." His lips brushed her earlobe. "Call me a pyromaniac." *cover by @bullethood*

What does it mean to be insane, and How far will he go to test her sanity? When I was younger, unlike most children, I wasn't afraid of the dark. Alternatively, I was afraid of what hid in it. Nowadays I'm more terrified than ever. I'm relentlessly petrified of him, and all he's capable of. He haunts my nightmares, and my daydreams. He's nowhere yet everywhere. He in truth is the devil's descendant. I felt the effects of my pupils dilating, as I focused on the anatomy of the figure. My gasps echoed throughout the bathroom, as my vision became translucent. There, stood a strange man, under the maple tree. His eyes silently behests me to look away. I wouldn't dare disobey his command. I wrench to reach for my towel that sat on the stool adjacent to the bathtub. Salted tears of distress dampen my cheeks as I failed awfully. I could not retrieve my towel, without presenting the stranger my naked body. Still, I endlessly tried, and occasionally looked back to insure if the man was still there. Indeed, he stood there unmoved.

"I'm going to kill you, Iblis," She utters, while starring him down. It was obvious that element of surprise had the upper hand. Iblis seemed thrown off guard by his identity being compromised. Somehow Ayra earns a dimple-bearing smile, that expressed he was up to good, and would melt her like chocolate if she weren't in such circumstances. "Not tonight, if that were even an applicable option. You would never kill me," he concludes confidently.

There are talks of a baleful beast that roams the forest at the deepest hours of night. Some say he is unerring in his executions, he lures his prey with just the radiance of his light brown eyes, until they fall under his trance hypnotically. It is said, that his greatest power is deception. He will allow his victims to remain in a docile state right until he slaughters them mercilessly. There isn't any such thing as keeping the beast at bay. No tactics, or spiritual rituals can defend against him. If he wants you he will find you. You'll sense him before you can physically see him. Even then, it'll be too late. Don't run, he loves a chase. Say a small prayer and accept your fate.