It's 4 hours and 30 minutes into Pokimanes stream, as the lobby conversates, pokimane interjects to explain where her pathing, "fuck this shit dude!", xqc interrupts cutting off pokimane. Pokimane pauses for a bit longer than usual and continues explaining, the lobby decides Disguised Toast is most likely the imposter and votes him off.
Her table vibrates. She darts her eyes to her phone, facing down and flips it to see a text from Mom. "Hi Imane, how are you?", pokimane flips her phone back over on the table, "oh, it's a saturday, i forgot to call mom", Pokimane remembers.
Pokimane checks her stream time, 4 hours and 40 minutes, she decides not to stretch to 5 hours, feeling slightly disappointed in herself for the short streams lately.
"Sorry for the short stream guyss, love you see you tomorrow! Bye!", she lets the among us lobby know she's leaving, and presses her stream ending OBS scene on her stream deck.
"I'm never inviting xQc again... sooo annoying.." she whispers, whilst making sure her mic was muted on OBS. Pokimane sighs.
Pokimane responds to Mom, "sorry for not calling, i'll call you tomorrow", and unplugs her phone from her charger and puts it in her pocket.
Pokimane leaves her room to go downstairs and get a after-stream lunch, the time is 5pm. Yvonnie comes out her room at the same time, seeing each other for the first time today. They exchange hello's and walk downstairs together.
Imanes phone vibrates in her pocket, she's getting a call. "Fedmyster is calling me.", she says, Yvonnie brings her attention to imane as they both pause on the stairs, slowly stepping downwards.
They walk to the kitchen and Yvonnie sits on the living room couch in ears length as they both silently signal to each other than it's okay to pick up. "It's been awhile", Imane thinks. She picks up.
"hello", imanes says. "Hey imane, can we talk?" fed says. "Yea, whats up?", imane replies.
"I'm outside", imane pauses, Yvonnie freezes as Imane makes eye contact with her.
**𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐳**
Panic surges through me, and before I know it, I'm turning on my heel, trying to run, to escape the impending punishment.
I barely make it a few steps before I feel his hand clamp down on my hair, yanking me back with terrifying force. "Going somewhere, little girl?"
"P-please let g- ahh! Please! H-Hurts me!"
"Afraid, are we now, baby?" His voice is a snarl now, filled with fury.
"L-leave m-me," tears sting my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. I'm scared of him, scared of what he'll do to my friend, scared of what he'll do to me.
His grip on my hair tightens and I wince, choking back a sob.
"Oh, why? Don't you like my hands on you, baby?" He mocks hurt that instantly turns back into anger. "But you were fine when that fucker touched you, ain't that right?"
Then he pulls a silver knife out of his suit, twirling it lazily between his ink-covered knuckles and my blood freezes at the sight of that psychotic grin.
*****
People quaked with fear at the sound of his name and me along with them.
He was Demetrios 'the God' Nikolayev and he was first in command of Russian mafia. He was a true psychopath who enjoyed hurting people, and I hated him for that.
The worst thing - he owned me.
"Try to accept the darkness, because from now on, it will be your only light."
I tried so hard, but I couldn't understand it back then. How possibly can darkness be light?
*****
This is not a vanilla romance but a dark, toxic, perverted, obsessive story. The book contains mature themes such as foul language, bdsm, sexual and abusive content, kinks, blood, manipulation, etc. Please keep that in mind.