AkumaQuil

He inches closer, a single finger roaming her heated skin. Breath mingling with breath. 

A loud bang vibrates through the room, so thunderous as if god himself was furious.

Slowly he looks up staring out the large glass windows to the backyard, 

"You have a visitor." His rasps calmly.

"Who?" Rose quickly fires, feigning ignorance. She knew well enough who it was. Her nightly visitor has arrived.

Surprising, He only visits when she is alone.

"One who comes out at night. Lurking in the shadows, in the darkness... just like its intensions."

He looks down still leaning on top her, once more pinning her with his intense gaze.

"Are you afraid?" His voice dead serious, eyes going back to look outside.

And Rose lied, "No." 

But is it a lie when her fear was never really rooting enough to make her run the other way but instead often getting mixed with exhilaration.

"You should be."  

He leaves her staring wide eyed on the sofa and goes to stand before the glass panes.

"It's not happy to see me here. I can see the raging pits of fire in it's gaze. Ready to burn me right where I stand." he chuckled, sounding most sinister, "It definitely wants to rip my innards out."

"You should take off your shirt." He suggests casually.

"Excuse me?"

"Let's see if it riles him up even more to shatter instead of just slamming the windows like a wuss." He rouses under his breath, his excited provocative tone not escaping Rose's attention. 

What the hell is he up to?

"This isn't funny." Rose sputters out, standing up from the couch.

"I'm not trying to be." He faces her again, sporting a deadpan face. 

"Whatever. You think I'm one of your stupid fan girls to take my shirt off just because you want to rile someone up? Besides, there's probably no one outside and you're only making it up to see my boobs like a pervert."

His eyes roams her from top to bottom, there was distaste evident in his gaze.

"When he comes at night and leaves a little something for you, maybe then you take off your clothes for him... like a slut." Rome stared into her eyes with nothing behind those icy orbs to show for a lack of meaning behind his words. Because he means every single thing he says to her.

"Get. Out. Now!" Rose boomed furiously. 

"Whatever, I was leaving anyway. This has become boring." He walks towards her front door.

"Wait. How do you know he comes at night and leaves something?" her eyes narrow.

"Because I've seen it before."

"You saw him? It is a real guy?" Rose wanted to confirm, for some reason she thought otherwise.

"I never said I saw him. I've only seen it happening to someone else." 

"Whom?" 

"You don't need to know." He closes off.

"Then at least tell me what happened to her? Can I meet this person?" 

"You can't." Refusing calmly he was almost out the door when Rose pleads against hope.

"Please."

"You can't because she disappeared." Those were the words that finally did it. Brought her racing heart and buzzing head to a sudden halt. "Never to be seen again." 

 "When he stops visiting, that's when you should be most afraid." His words rang like a siren in the silence of her mind as he left.

Now she felt true fear for the first time.

==

In the embrace of her ancestral town, Rose seeks refuge from the echoes of her past. 

Little does she know, her return to her roots will awaken dormant shadows, shattering ordinary her existence. 

For when the darkness falls over the town, from the pitch black rises a shadowy figure that haunt her nights. 

In the darkness he sweeps her off the ground in terrible fear and the allure of sinister intrigue.

And once the sun comes, a man with a god awful attitude, haunts her in the broad day light. Causing her to swell with pure disdain. 

With each passing night, it draws closer to Rose, casting a chilling spell that both terrifies and exhilarates her.

Thrust into a labyrinth of mysteries can she navigate the treacherous path laid before her, or will her nightly visitor consume her whole?

He Comes At Night

"Yeah, listen to her and go home, nobody here wants you filthy PDA." I hissed through my teeth.

An arrogant smirk stretching across his lips, eyes gleaming with something dark, something cruel.

The stretch was by no means of mirth. It was obvious something vile was about to spill out from behind those lips that had nothing on them but mockery.

"You're talking as if you're 'oh so innocent,' huh?" His voice was a lazy drawl, dripping with mockery.

"Why don't you tell us where you're off to? Dressed scant like that—practically advertising yourself. What is it, church?" His eyes flicked over me, slow and assessing, like a predator toying with its prey.

I almost felt dirty after his gaze.

A dry, humorless laugh rumbled from his chest. "Don't go preaching to me about morality when you're strutting around like a fucking temptress. Last I checked, there weren't any strippers in church."

My breath hitched. My hands clenched at my sides. Did he—did he really just say that to me?

My pulse hammered against my ribs, rage burning through my veins like wildfire. But my feet refused to move.

My body was locked in place, frozen under the weight of his scathing words and the venom behind his stare.

Rome took a step closer, invading every last inch of my personal space. "Go on, then," he murmured, tilting his head slightly, his breath ghosting against my skin.

"Run back to your little lover—the one you were rubbing yourself all over earlier."

His nearness sent a shiver down my spine, but not in the way a normal girl would react to a guy this attractive.

No, this was the kind of shiver that sent warning bells blaring in the back of my mind, the kind that screamed danger.

If you can believe it- his smirk deepened even further and he truly looked evil in that moment with his glinting eyes like the devil as he leaned in further, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.

"Actually," he murmured, voice as smooth as silk, "I have a better idea. Do me instead. I'll even pay you a nice wager for the night."

A sharp inhale caught in my throat as he dragged his gaze over me, slow and deliberate, like he was drinking in every detail. His nose skimmed along my jawline, so close I could feel the heat radiating from his skin.

A man can throw a hundred insults your way and mean every one of them; Yet it couldn't hurt the way this single implication does, even if it's not truly meant.

It just tears down at you in the most deepest and vulnerable of places.

It is as if you are reduced to an object, your humanity, your whole personality is suddenly nothing and you're not a person but a mere toy for pleasures of other.

I can see he only wants a reaction out me. He's looking to hurt me like one's desperate attempt at deflecting from their own issues; you create them for others.

Something inside me snapped like a thread under immense tension. And now the rebound is going to hurt the one who did it too; I'll make sure of it.

My hand flew before I could stop it, palm meeting his cheek with a resounding crack with as much strength as I could bring from within the pits of rage that he fired in me himself.

57. Do Me, I'll Even Pay