• There we stood, him dressed up, his black mesh T-shirt flashing his pale skin at me teasingly, his jeans clinging to him, leaving little to the imagination, just to prove a point. He took a step towards me, hand on my hip.
    “You know… we could…” He trailed off, eyes sliding down my body, then back up to meet mine. I fall back a step, feeling like a rabbit, a very suicidal rabbit. Heart beating fast, breathing heavy, I want to runaway. I want to let this happen.
    “W-we both know this is a bad idea…” I stammer.
    “So?” He asks.
    “I-I don’t… well I’d…”I trail off, unsure of what I was trying to say.
    “Awww! You fell for me, didn’t you?” I blush crimson, wanting to deny it, wishing in that moment that he was wrong. He advances another step, moving to put his arms around me. “You did…”
    “It’s not like I ment to” I say falling back a step. “Don’t worry, I’ll kill this crush, it’s not a big deal…” He captures me with his eyes, “And if I don’t want you to?” I look at him sadly, “Must you manipulate me? I know you don’t like me, or even really care about me… I know im just a toy.” Another step forward, another step back, my back hits the wall. He puts one hand on the wall, still staring into my eyes.
    “Because of course you know how I feel…” His other hand hits the wall with a soft “thud”. “Do you honestly think I’d be here if I didn’t care?” He leans forward the little bit to make contact. That was it. I was done. My breathing came in gasps and left in soft moans. He smiles as he takes my hand, trailing it over his belt. I bite my lip, watching my hand in his, drifting lower. I feel him harden a little as my fingers slide over his zipper. He takes my wrists in either hand, pinning me to the wall, digging his nails into my wrists. I bite my lip a little harder as blood trickles down my arms. He smiles at me before licking up my arm tasting my blood. He presses his body harder to mine as he claims my lips. He kisses me hard, hungry. I flick my tongue against his lips seeking entrance. He growls, opening his mouth as he picks me up, slamming me against the wall. Our tongues dance as he holds me there pinned to the wall. I rock my hips against him gently, legs wrapped around his waist. He pulls away from the wall, throwing me onto a bed, turning out the light and leaving me in the room alone.