Well, fuck.

I've never done anything bad before.
Like literally I've never once done a really bad thing in my whole life. Ive never smoked pot or weed and I've never hit anyone even though I was constantly provoked by many different people throughout the years of me growing up. Not until today, at the age of 24.

I watched the whole scenario with wide eyes, not even allowing myself to breathe.
It is funny. Why do I think that this is funny?
Because of the laughter.
It was a quite strange laughter, dark, dangerous, seductive. It was like melted hot chocolate, so hot one could burn themself when trying to eat it.
Not to mention that touching it would have the same effect.
But just as tempting as hot chocolate is, this laughter was the same.
I turned around slowly. A feeling grew inside of me, steadily, slowly. It was fear. Even though I did not see him yet, I could tell that this person was a living nightmare.
I should fear this person. I should be running for my life.
But I didn't.
As I turned around the laughing got louder. Behind me stood a tall man. He was not handsome, he was stunning. His beauty was abnormal. He wore a dark wine-red suit, beneath it a black shirt. A black cylinder, on his black hair, completed the work of art standing in front of me.
He was laughing loud and his eyes were closed as though he was in agony, while his mouth was warped to a deadly seeming smile.
He clapped into his hands, he wore white clovers. Then he calmed down, wiping away imaginary tears.
"You-" his eyes gave me a shook. I've never once before felt more fear than in this very moment. They were black and screamed of death. They seemed to shower me with feelings of hatred and amusement.
"now belong to me."