This is for @gaintslayer I know this dedication is a little late, I'm sorry 😭. Anyway, thank you for voting and reading ❤️

I spun on my heel, my heart racing. The glass I loosely held in my hand dropped from my grasp. It hit the floor, shattering from the impact, water splashing across the floor. The glass shards flew in all directions, one nicking my leg slightly. I barely noticed the pain, my eyes unable to believe what I was seeing.

I was always a very educated person. But recently, my very core beliefs had been shaken. My study of human biology turned out to be false. That all paled in comparison to what I saw in front of me. This, this defied the rules of nature and the cycle of the very universe.

Drops of red intermingled with the spilt water, each one sending a flower of colour blossoming. My eyes travelled up against the fall of blood in disbelief. Stood there, clothes drenched and sticky, the metallic smell assaulting my nose, was him. He casually leaned against a countertop, watching me through hooded eyes. Behind him was a trail of red, staining my floor and the carpet. The slit on his throat was already scabbing over.

"How-", I stuttered. "How are you alive?"

"I've never met somebody happy to be a murderer", he chuckled. "It really does turn me on".

I gaped at his nonchalance. Even if he had somehow survived - which was impossible - he had experienced extreme blood loss. Humans only had on average five litres of blood. With a cut like that from an artery, several litres would have leaked out in just a minute. It was irreversible. A one-way ticket to death's door.

Humans. Does he qualify as one?

He snickered again watching my face.

"I wonder what my little bird is thinking", he said smirking. "Tell me, what's going through that pretty head of yours?"

Does that mean that there was no killing him? He was physically superior to me in every aspect. Humans had two responses; Fight or flight. I couldn't outrun him. And now, fighting back was pointless. He would somehow still be alive.

What if you went for his heart next time?

I mentally scoffed. My element of surprise was gone. He wouldn't let me get that close to him.

"What do you want from me", I asked, proud of my unwavering voice.

"I want you", he stated.

"Why me?"

"You're a very special girl to somebody", he said grinning. "And that makes you very important".

"Are you talking about Malik?" I asked, stalling.

He snarled at Malik's name and advanced forward to me.

"Do not say his name", he spat. "You can only say mine".

I stepped back to increase the distance between us. I knew it was stupid as it would encourage him to come closer anyway. But I couldn't help it. My instincts were overpowered by my otherwise rational thought process.

"I don't even know who you are", I replied angrily. "You really expect me to comply with some stranger willingly?!"

"I did not expect you to come with me willingly", he announced. "I like it when they run". He licked his lips as he took another step to me. It reminded me much of the scenes you would see on nature documentaries where the predator had cornered his prey and was about to pounce.

No matter how brave I tried to portray myself, I was terrified. I was dealing with some sort of self-healing being who could crush me with one finger.

I took another step back.

"Why do you hate him?"

"No", he interrupted. "Your question privilege has been taken away. Be a good little girl now and come to me".

I looked at him like he was an idiot. Did he expect me to come running to him because he said so?

"No, thank you" I responded curtly. "I like where I am".

He suddenly paused and watched me. I felt my body tense, preparing to run. Without warning, the second I blinked, he swung himself over the table and landed directly in front of me. I flinched back, stumbling against the cupboards. He stalked towards me, a smirk etched on his face.

I tried to go back further but there was nowhere for me to run. He walked even closer, centimetres away from me. The handles pressed into my back painfully but I didn't show the discomfort on my face.

He was a head taller than me so I had to look up to see his face. His arm went on one side to trap me in. I was stuck.

He took a strand of my hair and sniffed deeply.

"Oh", he groaned. "You do smell so good".

I kept my face straight, despite the inner turmoil I was experiencing. My heart raced in fear. Could he hear my heartbeat? Could he sense how scared I was? Even if he did, he didn't seem to care.

He leaned down a little to look into my eyes so I immediately averted my eyes to the door. His warm breaths hit my face as he slowly leaned in closer.

I tried to turn my head away but his free hand held my face in place firmly. I wanted to cry. Never had I been in a situation like this before. I heard stories of other women but I held this belief that it would never happen to me. I thought that I would never let a man get that close in the first place. I finally understood their fear.

I noticed his legs were slightly spread. I could kick him, maybe even punch -

"Oh, no you don't", he chuckled, closing his legs. "As much as violence turns me on, I would prefer if you did it more softly - maybe even with your mouth".

I tried to recoil away from him in disgust but he refused to accept my rejection. His lips slowly descended to mine.

No, no, no, I don't want this.

My hand fumbled around for something when I felt a pull out drawer. I felt a spark of hope. It was the spice drawer with the spices that my mum insisted I took me when I moved. I yanked it open and dipped my hand in the tub of what I hoped was powdered chilli.

"What are-"

I didn't give him a chance to finish. I launched myself forward, rubbing my powder-covered reddened fingers into his eyes.

"Fucking hell", he swore loudly, stumbling back. He rubbed his eyes in pain which I knew from experience that it would only make things worse. Growing up in an Indian household, helping my mum to cook led to a few unfortunate incidents.

I grabbed a frying pan from the dish rack and swung it with all the force I could muster at his head and it hit right on target with a loud bang. He staggered back and reached out blindly for me, his fingers trying to grab on to my clothing. I ducked out of his reach and ran in the opposite direction, my bare feet beating on the floor.

I was halfway out of the kitchen when I felt his arms wrap around my waist. He forcefully jerked me back and tackled me to the floor. I fell to the ground roughly, crying out in pain as my head connected with the harsh tiled ground. Not giving me another chance, he straddled my belly and forced my hands up over my head with one of his hands.

His eyes were red and angry as he looked down at me.

"You're really testing my patience", he said through gritted teeth.

I stared back at him. I knew there was no way out for me anymore. And strangely, a crazy part of me accepted my fate. I started to laugh out loud manically. My whole body shook with the effort as I laughed without control. He looked back at me, his face unreadable.

"You are a very interesting person", he murmured, leaning in closer to my neck.

I froze at his close proximity. His nose grazed across my collarbone as he inhaled deeply at the crook of my neck.

"You smell just like him", he whispered. "It's testing my limits".

I stayed silent.

"Did you let him fuck you?" He asked. His hand leisurely trailed down to my stomach. I tried to worm away from his touch but he chuckled at me instead.

"Do that again", he said mockingly. "It feels really good".

I looked down and noted in horror that the sick bastard was enjoying my squirming and stilled my body.

"Oh, don't stop on my account", he whispered, groaning. "You turn me on so much".

I felt like I was on the verge of crying. My body felt exhausted from all the different emotions that had taken control over me in such a short span of time. I just wanted to... Sleep.

But I couldn't. I didn't know what he would do to my unconscious body. I fought to keep my eyes open. Meanwhile, he continued his assault on my neck. His tongue darted out as he coarsely licked down the dip of my collar bone. I shuddered, feeling his unwanted touch.

"Please", I begged. "Don't".

"Little bird", he whispered, his face hovering directly over mine. "I told you not to run. It will only make me want you more".

Maybe, if I didn't stop him, he would have been bored with me.

Was this my fault then?

He lowered his face closer to me and pressed his lips on mine. His free hand covered my nose as he kissed me roughly. I sealed my lips shut but he didn't care, languidly kissing me and holding my nose tightly. I felt myself feeling dizzy and faint. I could hear my heart beating frantically in my chest. My lungs heaved, desperate for oxygen. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't fight my biological instinct. I opened my mouth and gasped.

He took the chance and his tongue dove into my mouth. Despite my mouth being open, I still couldn't breathe as his tongue completely invaded my mouth. He withdrew his invasion and breathed out into my mouth. I choked as carbon dioxide filled my lungs and he sealed my mouth shut with his. I realised with a start that he wanted me to suffocate. My body jerked upwards, trying to push him off, fighting to get some oxygen. My hands scratched his in desperation and my legs kicked upwards. He seemed unfazed, despite all my efforts.

I bit into his bottom lip roughly but he only moaned in response, not giving way.

Slowly, I could feel tendrils of darkness creep across my vision and my struggles weakened. I could feel my hands fall slack and my legs fall.

Just before I slipped under, he partially let go of me.

"Wh-?" I croaked, feeling my mind slowly slip into the unconscious.

He covered my mouth again with his hand and sat up, still astride my body. His breaths skimmed my face gently as he waited for me to close my eyes.

"You can call me Mikhail", he whispered, watching me with dark eyes as my eyes slowly closed.

I felt a hand trail softly down my face as my eyes shut. My body, no longer able to function due to the lack of oxygen, began to fail on me.

Everything ached, from my fingertips to my toes. My mind nudged me slowly into sleep to get a respite from the pain. And I noted with a sad finality, that Malik thought I resigned. He wouldn't know. He couldn't help me. I was alone.

With that weighing me down even further, I slipped under the welcoming blanket of slumber.

Technically, this is not a cliffhanger. Because I'm going to tell you what happens next. She's dead. Haha lol.

I stringed you guys a long for all this time. It's not a romance but a tragedy.

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Anyway, you can thanks @qawsedtf and @lucky_charm11 for this. I asked them to vote for me in a competition but I had to update in return. Well, revenge is sweet. I hope you like the update 😈.

Question for today:
What is your favourite game?

Mini rant:
My other book, spirit of the rogue (go check it out, totally a self promo), is in third person. I updated it today so when I started writing this chapter, I wrote about half of it in third person when it's supposed to be first 😭

But you know what they say, when life gives you lemons --> (type the ending)

Alphaholic out Xx
I'm on a mental break.

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