ErzaLockhart_8373

Felon
/fè-lun/
Cruel; Wicked. 


I continued biting my lips whilst fidgeting with my finger nails, my mind still pondering over the question he asked minutes ago. 


"Ojalá éstos fueran mis dientes mordiéndote los labios." I heard him mumble under his breath. 
[I wish those were my fucking teeth biting your lips.]



I threw a morose look in his direction. "Speak an apprehensible language." I snarled getting annoyed. 



"You need to get inside my mind to understand that." He responded nonchalantly shrugging off his shoulders. 



"I don't enter dirty places." I snapped rolling my eyes. 



"But I would really enjoy entering your dirty places."

Cruel; Wicked. The Felon

He remained unfazed by my threat as if dusting off the dust on his shoulder and started moving forward ghastly.

Horror-struck, I started moving back in an antsy. The grimness on his facet soon changed into a coy smile.

Repeating my previous actions I started moving back slowly, but the circs was not with me today. It was shouting in the winter air that it was in fact on Hueson's side and just like a movie that apparently takes place slower than the normal speed. My leg slipped on the floor and as expected I was not flat on the ground, instead I was inside the cold water of the backyard swimming pool.

Adrenaline pumped up my blood to save myself from drowning inside the water.

Hueson's hysterical laughter and the struggle of splashing water was all that was audible to my ears inside the cold water. Reaching on peak of the pool for breath, I yelled my guts out.

Chapter 44