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After a nice hot shower, I return to my dorm and shut the door. I have made it a habit to shower when the rest of the girls occupy the showers, so I don't run into any visitors.
I pull on the door to ensure it is locked, and when I turn around, I drop the caddy containing my soap with a thud. "What are you doing here?" I ask him.
"Whatever I want," is Zero’s response.
He is sitting on my bed, but his mask is black with his eyes covered. It isn't the same one he wears with the beak. Walking around campus in the evening with a plague mask that resembles a creepy bird would probably look weird.
I inhale sharply, getting annoyed that he keeps hiding his identity. I want to know who he is and why he keeps stalking me. Buying me overly priced gifts I can't afford for no other apparent reason except to confuse and torment me. Except, when he makes me come. For the first time, a man has pleasured me, and it is not right after I have done something I regretted doing. A sin washing away another sin.
"And what do you want?"
"Is that your way of thanking me for the dress?"
It was him. I thought maybe it was Reid or even Valen trying to apologize, but I guess not.
"How do you want me to thank you? Have you come for your pound of flesh?"
He chuckles maniacally and places his hands over the stomach of his fitted black dress shirt, which I notice is pressed against his flat stomach. Z is a fit man with broad shoulders and muscles.
"I would rather prefer for you to want me."
I run my fingers through my hair in frustration. My plan of blow-drying my wet hair going to shit. I bend and pick up the bottles that fell to the floor.
"You're upset with me." I place the bottles with more force than necessary and glare at him. "I like the fire you have inside. I like that you hate me at the same time." I pause, and my eyes narrow at his haughty tone. "It will make it pleasurable."
I place the bottle of lotion in the caddy and straighten, blowing out a puff of air to get the wet strand of hair out of my face. "Make what pleasurable?"
He cocks his head like a life-sized puppet. "When I fuck you. When…I pluck the hate for me out of you, replacing it with my cum."
'You're sick," I spit.
"Tsk tsk. Not all that attend here are sick. Just misunderstood. Like you. So tell me, who was it? The one you're trying to forget? The one you try to exorcise like a demon that has possessed your body, causing you to do the devil's tango."
I shake my head and clench my teeth. "Stop psychoanalyzing me. Are you a doctor? Is that it?"
He straightens and shakes his head slowly, reminding me of a serial killer with his victim. "Nice try." He makes a buzzard sound that’s muffled underneath the full head mask. "Try again. I know what you are doing. You are trying to figure out who is behind the mask. I give you an A for effort but an F for the wrong answer. Tell you what. Tell me who or what hurt you, my little Sparrow, and I'll tell you who I am.”
I place the caddy on my desk and charge over to him angrily. "Get fucked. You crazy son of a bitch, how dare you!"
He grips my wrist hard. My hands fisting his shirt, wrinkling the soft fabric over hard muscle. I can hear him breathing under the mask.
"I don't want to hurt you, but I will." I try to pull away but he spins me around and pins me to the mattress with my hands over my head. He’s between my legs. My chest is rising and falling. My t-shirt rises up, exposing my stomach, making me curse myself for wearing really short shorts.
My jaw hardens, and stupid angry tears threaten to fall. "Then do it. Do your worst. Rape me. Kill me," I taunt him.
Silence.
I'm ready. I don't stand a chance in this place, and he knows it. I know it. In here. Out there. I'm doomed. A helpless animal with no escape.
More silence.
It stretches in the room over his breathing, my chest rising and falling under him. His mask staring back at me like a bad joke.
"Shh…" His head dips to the flash of skin exposed above the band of my shorts, and I can't even see the color of his hair. I can only smell his cologne mixed with leather, like a poisoned chalice. "Don't get upset, my love. I'm just thirsty. I'm starved."
"For what?"
"To kill," he says softly. "I need to kill."
