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my way up the concrete stairs. It has a medieval castle feel about this place which both scares and
intrigues me all at once.
“Is Tripp your real name?” I question him, taking the stairs one at a time. He grunts from behind
me, and I swear I could feel the vibration of it grind under my skin. “Why me?” I ask another
question, gaining me yet another grunt. I give up on the questions before we reach the door.
*** The dark shadows reflecting off the back spotlight beam through my vision and I clutch onto the little black skirt which is clinging to my thin frail frame.
“Millie?” a deep growl sounds from somewhere in front of me.
I raise my hand up to cover my eyes from the bright light.
“What do you want with me?” Chuckles echo through the air like thunder cutting through a silent,
still night.
“This is your final training night, little Millie Hart.” The thick voice pauses before a body steps
through the shadows and blocks the light with his frame. Tripp. He saunters closer, and it’s not until
he is toe to toe with me that I realize what he’s wearing. Nothing but loose, ripped jeans that hang
leisurely off his narrow waist and his steel mask covering his face. His blond hair is how it is always
kept: with the sides shaved and the middle slicked back. The first time I saw him, I noticed all the
tattoos he has imprinted into his shaved scalp, the intricate twirls all leading to a big fire skull on the
left side of his head. I take my eyes off his tattooed scalp and run them down his tattooed torso and
finely-sculpted abs. He’s a little too much, not just his body and how he holds himself, but the air
itself that he carries around. Evil would submit to his presence. His head tilts to the side as I drop my
eyes to the ground. There’s nothing else to keep my eyes occupied but the white twirls that are
swimming in the dark marble floor.
“Look at me,” he demands, every nerve ending on every inch of my flesh standing to life. “Why?” I whisper so softly I thought I imagined saying it out loud. “It’s not like I can see you.” “Why does it matter whether you can see me or not?” he asks.
I run my dead, emotionless eyes up his sculpted body, ignoring the three tattooed demon skulls that
fire up his stomach and the number “000” tattooed over his pelvic bone. Bringing my eyes all the way
up to his eyes, I smile.
“So I know who to come after first.”
TRIPP
Her body stills as she pulls her eyes away from mine. Did she just fucking say that to me? I grin, though she can’t see the smugness on my face. Why I’m grinning, I couldn’t tell you, but the only thing that gets my dick harder than nun Millie is Millie throwing a little sass.
“Yeah?” I whisper, bringing my face down to hers. The steel from my mask brushes over her pink pinched cheeks and I chuckle. “When you find me, baby, make sure your tits are out and you’re not wearing anything under that tight little skirt.”
Her face stills and damn if I don’t love the red blush that spreads over those porcelain cheeks. She acts like she’s innocent, and hell, we all know she is, but there’s another side to little Millie Hart and I want to tear that side into pieces and then fuck it back together again.
