Little Lamb

Warning: The content of this chapter might be triggering for some people. Do not proceed if you are sensitive to the topic (Violence and Inserting dominance). You have been warned.

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I don't know how to handle such a difficult situation. This troubling event keeps on bugging my sanity. The thin threads that hold on my rationality are starting to snaps, one by one. The sound of the clock ticking and our breath is the only thing that can be heard in the room. Taxidermied animals are the only witnesses of our meeting as their sparkless orbs are gazing at us. My feet stay rooted on the carpeted floor as my hands are now trembling, desperately trying to steady the gun with my digits.

This couldn't be real. There's no way that this is reality. I've must be dreaming. They shouldn't exist in this world. They're just one from many fictional beings in stupid horror or fantasy books. But despite me being in denial, I can't keep on doing it when one of the beings itself is standing in front of me.

He tilts his head as his red glowing eyes keep on looking at me, as if the sinister pair tries to devour me with his gaze. His porcelain skin reflects the warm light from the fireplace, defining all the dents and bumps of his chiselled feature. His thin lips are slowly curving up, displaying a menacing look on his already scary adonis face. Then the smile suddenly turns into a grin, showing off the long and pointy canines of his. He slowly takes a step towards me, taunting me with his stocky figure.

I swallow my fear as my feet stepping away, trying to extend the gap between me and him. my trembling hands are now gripping the gun tightly, paling the tip of my digits. I try to intimidate the creature with the deadly tool in my hands, trying to make him to stay away from me, "Don't you dare come any closer or I'll shoot you."

Then he chuckles as he stops his advances. How dare he! The audacity of this creature to laugh at my threat. His taunt makes my hand stop trembling, building up my courage as pointing the gun directly towards his forehead. His eyes widen slightly as his chuckles turn into a sinister laugh, "You can try to kill me. But that won't stop me to try to claim you."

His mocking tone raises my anger and without a second thought, I pull the trigger. The bullet directly hit the middle of his forehead, making his head tilts upwards and his body wobble back several steps away because of the force. I was expecting the blood splattered on the wall behind him, to see him to hit the hard ground, to lay still as his eyes lose its spark. But he didn't. There's no splatter on the wall, no bullet holes on it surface. He didn't fall to the ground. He just stood there as his head still tilting upwards. Chills running on my spine the moment I see his head slightly move side to side as if stretching a tense muscle on his neck. Then his head turns back to its original place. A gaping hole is in clear view, decorating his once smooth forehead. His fingers go inside of the wound, taking out the bullet. He takes a look at it for a moment and throws the small bullet into the fireplace. He then let out a chuckle as he wipe his fingers clean to his shirt, staining the fabric with his blood.

My eyes widen because of the horrible sight, making my stomach turns uncomfortably as the urge to vomit starts to appear.

His glowing red eyes turns to me. The sinister pair go wider in fascination the moment he look at me, "Never thought you'll dare to pull the trigger." his smile goes back to his face, "I love a fighter. You're an exciting one, darling."

He takes big steps towards me, making me whimper in fright and letting go of the useless gun that I held. I pivot my body and try to run away from him. But he immediately holds my waist, preventing me to get away. My body crashes to his cold and sturdy one as his other hand is now dangling at his side. I desperately trash around, trying so hard to pry off the veiny hand that iron-grip my waist and to make a distance between me and him.

My session of trashing around immediately stop the moment he runs his fingers to my neck, making my breath hitch as my eyes frantically looking around because of fright. He let out a chuckle as he runs his digits to the side of my face, to finally intertwine them with my black locks. He then harshly pull my hair, making me yelp as he forcefully tilts my head to the side, showing my neck to him.

He pulls me closer, crushing my body to his and begin sniffling my neck like a pervert person. He let out an exhale, tickling my neck with his cold breath, "Pleasant fragrance. Seems like you're a perfect little lamb."

He then pulls my hair again, making me whimper as the pain of being bent awkwardly begin to strain my neck muscle. He leans and starts to run his thin lips to my skin, tickling the surface with his touch. Then the tickling sensation is replaced by something wet. A tongue, he runs his tongue on my neck, giving pressure as he dampened the surface with his saliva. My vision begins to get blur as fear enveloped me, unconsciously sobbing as he keeps on wetting my neck.

He then chuckles as his lips still linger on my neck, sending vibration on my exposed skin, "You're scared, little lamb. It'll ruin the taste of your blood. Maybe I should please you to make you taste better. After all, the taste of blood mixes with dopamine is the best one."

My blood runs cold after his statement, making my hands trying to push the chiselled chest harder as my voice finally out of me, "Get away from me, you monster!"

Then he let go of my hair and use the same hand to rip my shirt, tearing the fabric with his brute force. His hand goes back to yank my hair, tilting my head upwards as to show my throat to him. My frantic eyes keep on blinking as still leaking tears and my hand keeps on trying to push him away with no avail. He suddenly lifts me up, hovering me to the air and my legs starts to trash around. But he positioned himself between my legs, preventing me to be able to kick him. My body starts to bend backwards in an awkward angle, hurting my back muscle because of the strain and his arm tightens the grip. I can feel how hard his grip is on my waist, hurting my side with his solid muscle.

My breath begins to fasten as the tears are now pouring profusely. My sobs echo in the room, defeating the sound of the ticking clock. His lips start brushing my exposed throat down to my chest, tickling the surface with the tender pair. Then the tickling sensation replaced by pain as his fangs begins to drag on my skin, making it bleed. I choke on my own saliva, surprised by the sudden soreness. He then licks the wounds and hums in delight, "The taste of a beautiful human is truly exquisite."

Then he brings back my face and forces me to look at him, making me whimper in fear. He let out a grin, showing his canines to me. I can see the red spot on each of the tips as my blood tainted his pearly white fangs. His glowing red orbs are now showing another emotion that makes me squirm uncomfortably.

He then forces me to lean down and crash his lips on mine, making me taste the tangy and metal taste of my own blood. He shoves his tongue inside my mouth. The tender organ of his keeps on swirling, tracing my cavity and submitting my tongue. I desperately tries to push him away by the chest using all my strength. But he didn't budge, his body didn't even move slightly away. It as if he's made out of stone.

The kiss feels like it lasts for a long time and I can't pull away because of his firm grip on the back of my head. He sucks every breath inside of my mouth, making me dizzy because of the lack of air.

He then releases me from the lengthy kiss, making me cough and desperately inhale to force oxygen into my lungs. Strings of saliva connects our lips, indicating how hard he inserted his dominance to me.

I can feel tiredness taking its tool, making my body limp because of exhaustion. He once again yank my hair to look at him, making me whimper in fright. I let out sobs as I plead to him, my voice shakes and comes out in whispers, "Please... let me go."

His adonis face shows a glimpse of amusement and satisfaction. The scary red orbs of his are now looking into my half-lidded ones and his lips letting out the same sinister smile.

"You're mine now, little lamb." he says and closes the distance of our lips.

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