The Devil Beside Me.

The Devil Beside Me.

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A young man in his early 20s. He's living a normal life. Working at the supermarket. Having a small income and living in a tiny flat. He's an introvert. Everything is normal about the way he lives. If he weren't absolutely and definitely unusual. * "Excuse me?" A dressed up woman in a very pink and ugly dress appeared next to me. Her long fake nails clicked as she tipped on the shelf in front of me. "Helloo? Can you hear me? Aren't you like working here??" I looked at her for a second. Again. That was the moment I once again realized that I really hated my job. She blinked at me with her long fake lashes. Her red lips curled to a smile as she saw me finally looking at her. I nodded. Please, God, make her go away fast. "Finally. Oh you look kinda cute." Her expression changed from annoyment to a flirty one. She shoved her body nearer to mine and I felt like I could vomit every second. That was the moment I first felt it. The moment I first experienced it. There was something. I saw something wabbering in the corner of my eyes. As I turned around it vanished but I was very sure that there has been something- something has been watching me. *** Warning: contains swearing. All rights belong to me. No copying. Have fun reading~
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"I am not sleepy so why don't we tell each other a story?" Her voice was low and raspy and fuck, I'd been lying if I say I wasn't turned the fuck on. "Like what?" I ask swallowing my pride and probably my sense of direction. Her skin was on top of mine, in contact, burning. "I don't know." She says taking her time to adjust herself on my lap. I had to grip the chair for support feeling all my breath vanish from my lungs. "Maybe a short bio about yourself." She advocates placing one of her hands on my chest. I feel the contact through my shirt, my eyes trained on every movement of hers. The worst of it all was that she is unaware of what she was doing to me. "Uh-" I feel my words shorten. On impulse, I grab her by her waist for support instead. Leaning back painfully on the single chair. "You're so cute when you're confused!" She giggles going ahead to move slightly on my lap. I blow out a groan feeling my erection harden.

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