Chapter 35 (Psychological)
I woke up earlier than usual once again the next morning. At four thirty AM. I took a quick bath and searched the drawers of my room. Luckily, there were enough clothes a girl could need. Velma had told me that there were always spare women clothes around, mostly for the pleasure girls.
I’d never seen them. Most of the clothes were tight ones. Too sexy, provocative.
I wore a tiny crop top and a long yet fitting skirt.
I went downstairs and made myself a little sandwich to eat. I sat in the food store to eat. I just felt like being a little isolated and so I locked myself up in there to eat.
As I ate, I thought of myself. Of my situation. I smiled when I remembered how Anthonio had helped me call my parents. He could be reasonable at times.
I continued to chew on my sandwich when I heard footsteps in the kitchen. I smiled to myself knowing it was Anthonio. It could only be him, he’d probably gotten up to exercise. It was just ten minutes past five.
“Good morning!” I said from the store, loud enough for him to hear. There was sudden silence and soon he opened the store’s door.
He got in and through the little curtain that was present before he saw me sitting in a corner. I smiled a little at him. He just stared back.
“What are you doing here?” he asked.
‘Trying not to think of killing myself.’
“I’m unable to sleep.” I replied, casually, “And you?”
“I’m going for a run in the woods.”
“Oh, okay.” I replied and that’s when my eyes dropped to his grey sweats and I swear, I had to struggle with my own self so my mouth wouldn’t drop open.
His– well, I was speechless when I saw his dick print. He stared silently at me before he adjusted his sweatpants. It was of no great help because I could still see the perfect print.
He was one hell of a hunk. Gifted, actually. I felt my breath hitch a little.
‘Oh my gawd...’
“Hey!” Anthonio exclaimed clapping his hands once, waking me up from the dirty thoughts that had begun rushing into my mind.
I stared at him embarrassed and he stared back, that little bit of amusement in his eyes. Then in Spanish he said,
“Quítame los ojos de encima, Pequeño pervertido. (Get your eyes off me, little pervert.)”
I got confused.
“W– what does that mean?” I asked.
He stared at me with the same amused look and goosebumps covered my skin for no good reason.
“Guess.” was his simple reply before he turned and left the store.
I sat there thinking of what I seen printing through his shorts.
Later that same morning, I prepared some breakfast and put some on a tray. I was going to bring it over to Anthonio.
I got to his door and knocked, there was no reply. And so I went in. He wasn’t in his room. I went to drop the tray on his table when suddenly he came out of the bathroom to my surprise. He was surprised to see me too.
He was hot. His hair was slightly wet, towel around his neck and he was in nothing but a tight pair of boxers!
’Damn. What’s up with dick prints, today?
-I should leave.′
I’d seen enough dick prints to make me go lost for the rest of the day.
I just couldn’t stop admiring that body and when my eyes met his once again, he was watching me intently without making a single comment.
“G–good morning, again.” I stammered. His gaze dropped to what I was wearing. He hadn’t noticed it earlier that morning in the store.
“Where did you get those clothes.” he asked.
“In the drawers...”
He didn’t reply and walked up to his bed and wore his jeans. I kinda felt disappointed when he did that.
“Learn to knock.” he suddenly said.
“I did. Learn to listen.” I replied courageously. He looked at me for a brief while then turned to put on his T-shirt.
“I– I brought you breakfast.”
“Put it on the table.” he ordered and I simply obeyed.
“Hmm, yes sir.” I said with a tease, “What else do you want from me? Or what else do you want me to do for you? I can do anything.”
‘-Stop. Why am I tempting the devil?-’
Yes, I was flirting with him. I didn’t understand why , but I was. And I liked the risk I was taking by doing so.
Anthonio looked at me and then he approached me. I stopped breathing.
“Anything?” he asked, his voice low.
‘Take it back!’
“Okay.” he looked me in the eyes, “Leave my room.”
I stared at him.
“No. Say please.”
‘I’m trying to die. That’s the only explanation I have for what I’m doing right now.’
My thoughts were messed up in a way that confused me even more. I’d started doing things I would usually not try to do.
The color of his eyes seemed to turn dark.
“Say please.” I insisted without thinking.
“Don’t let me hurt you.”
I smirked. I couldn’t realise I was behaving like this with a psychopath. But I felt that urge to challenge him. And I wasn’t really afraid of his threats no more, or so I thought. I was beginning to like them, instead? What was happening to me?
“What?” I asked with my still obvious smirk.
“Don’t let me hurt you...” he now seemed to growl.
I kept that smirk on and made my head to slightly fall back, as if I was giving access to my throat for a vampire.
I ran my fingers over the scratch he’d left on my neck.
“Hurt me then. Will you strangle me? Or hurt me with a knife? Does it excite you? Or you just like it? Well, if that’s what you want, I’m ready and I don’t care. Anthonio Caruso I dare you to hurt me.” I ended my statement in a whisper.
‘-What are you doing?! What’s wrong with me?-’
Anthonio stared silently at me. I awaited the worst but to my surprise, he walked past me and left the room.
I started breathing again.
“Oh my gosh, Donnica. What the hell has come over you?” I whispered to myself, touching my chest and feeling my heart threatening to burst out of my chest.
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