But my skin is singing with nerves, my mind racing and unable to slow long enough for me to slip into unconsciousness. How am I meant to relax when just last night I was being cornered and dominated by a force I don’t understand?
My mind can’t comprehend what exactly happened; all I know is that it was most definitely the same thing I saw in Atlas’s room. The same monster that was fucking him senseless only so many days ago.
I groan, throwing an arm over my eyes as I try to level my breathing. Between the haunting memories of its face, that horrendous shriek, and the way Atlas looked as he enjoyed being spread out under its large body, I’m so torn up.
I… I cannot wrap my head around himenjoyingit. Not only because of how horrifying that thing is to look at—and I would know, I’ve stared it in the eyes—but because Atlas is so small and sweet, reminding me of that precious little bunny I thought of the first time I saw him. And although I’ve sensed a predatory and borderline insidious feeling from him before, I’m forever surprised that he’d enjoy being taken that way. That his small body could evenhandleit.
Which part is his favorite? Would he like it just as much if it came from a different… source?
I can’t help but wonder now if thisthingisn’t his curse at all, but rather something he invited in under that guise for pleasure alone. And if that is the case, then what is hisrealcurse? What is this mysterious condition everyone is keeping under lock and key?
The air around me heats further, sweat slicking my skin almost immediately. I can feel the pulse in my throat, my fingers tingling as I clench my eyelids from under my forearm.
The floorboards creak.
It’s just as I feared.
I know it with everything in me at this exact moment: it’s here.
Something cold and clammy drags over my bare ankle for a brief second, and my leg twitches, all of the hair below my neck standing on edge.
The floorboards creak again, this time to my direct left.
I can feel it there, hovering. I can feel the malicious presence and the threatening aura that is telling me, without words, that it wants tohurtme. That it wants to carve into my skin with its nails and own me.
I’m not sure what I’ve done to trigger this monster’s hatred—outside of catching it in the act with Atlas—but I’m not dumb enough to assume I’m safe just because I’m in the same house as the boy it fucks.
My eyes open, staring fearfully at the outline of my own arm. I am so terrified, so full of panic that I can barely breathe.
What will it do to me tonight? Last night, all I was gifted was two harsh scratches across my face. Will it gut me? Will it take me as roughly as it takes Atlas?
As much as I imagine I would enjoy dishing out sex in that way, I don’t think I’d enjoy taking such a violent act of intimacy the way Atlas does.
The fear of not knowing, of being blind to the pain that will soon be inflicted upon me, has me removing my arm from my face.
There it stands, only a few feet from the edge of my bed. Black hair falls to its shoulders, appearing almost damp, as black eyes peer at me angrily. Long fingers hang down at its sides, its hard cock proud and prominent where it rests against its stomach, reaching right where a belly buttonshouldbe.
Its height alone is staggering; the large mouth full of sharp teeth hanging open widely in a way that chills my blood and raises goosebumps along my flesh.
For a moment, nothing happens. I stare up at the thing in front of me, and it, in turn, stares down at me.
Right as I’m starting to believe this isallit will do, its large mouth twists into something sinister. A cross between a sneer and a grimace, it seems. Then a cool hand reaches out and presses down on my chest, heavy and demanding.
It does not speak, but I hear the command clearly.
Do not move.
Moments later, it’s retreating into a dark corner of my bedroom, disappearing as if it were never here in the first place.
That was a threat, a warning.
Thatthingwas telling me I am to stay in this room,or else.
Which can only mean one thing: it does not want to be interrupted again.
Fuck.
Atlas.
