Foulmouthed Stories

A boy named Lucas and a girl named Eleanor. Two misfits, two minds, millions of thoughts, hundreds of troubles, and an entire world to discover.

"You're not going to hurt me are you?"I whisper as I step back, not being able to see clearly in this darkness. Its cold.too cold. "Do you want me to?" His voice echoes through the dark towards me in a deep tone. I gulp "S-stop evading the question." I whisper. I twist my head this way and that trying to strain my eyes, looking for something.anything really. "Because, if you want me to.i'll be more than glad." My breath hitches. A feeling forms in my stomach as I feel like my organs are starting to rise. A chuckle echoes around the room after my silent response. "Well, do you?" I tense up completely as my heart beat accelerates.I can feel him breathing down my neck as the warmth of his body reaches mine. How did he get so close? I wouldve heard him. My nerves become too wrecked and confused for me to speak properly. My mouth has become dry and my body stiff. My vision, if possible, has clouded. What have I gotten myself into?