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

<p>"You can't force me into this!" I agitated, being filled with ireful emotion. Shrugging off my dismay he dragged me up the stairs inside the house. Soon the doors got closed behind us with a loud thug. </p>

<p>The only light that broke through the lurking darkness was the sun rays that came from the dead end window. The whole place dead silent mixed with my ragged breathe. Soon a figure started appearing from the right corner of the window and a small shriek escaped my lips the moment it started walking in our direction.</p>

Chapter 102