Trypanophobia
The Black FearChapter 20
Trypanophobia
You would have wondered how I would be able to escape to it, since the situation seemed too complicated.
Well ...
It was very simple.
The only thing that would immediately spring to mind I think it is:
Screaming, fidget or try to grab an object. True?
But for me it did not.
I preferred to wait.
Why is that?
Hmmm ...
I needed more answers.
I did not want to be a person to be expected, otherwise some parts of my body would surely end up being hung.
Just like the others.
Suddenly a bright light illuminated my figure for a few moments of seconds.
Soon after it turns off, leaving a squeaky noise took over.
At that moment, I reached my eyes to the source of the noise,
seeing just the outer part of a door of white color,
old and full of fingerprints and streaks of human blood.
For a moment my heart froze for that image,
but fortunately I closed my eyes, letting out a deep breath,
that swept across the room.
I was scared.
Someone had entered.
I did not know who he was, and because of the position of the chains, I could not get that much to turn my head towards his direction.
It was really irritating and frustrating not being able to do so.
I was sure that there was someone behind me,
someone was watching me silently, motionless.
What does he expect then?
I had not the faintest idea.
I tried to close my eyes pretending to have fallen asleep.
At least, if I had to die, I would rather do so while remaining at peace with myself, not having that disgusting sight before my eyes.
But before I could turn my face towards the floor,
I felt hands that caressed my back very gently,
leaving me petrified.
That his touch was so intense and delicate, almost interpreted as a demonstration of affection. He was terribly nice and relaxing, and for a moment I thought he felt something for me.
I wanted to see who he was.
I wanted to discover his identity.
But, I was still in the same position, waiting impatiently for his future reaction.
So, after a few seconds, I had the honor of hearing it.
He raised his right hand, then, lay it gently on my chin.
With a firm, direct move he raised my head upward, disturbing my "sleep"
At that moment, I feared the worst.
But despite everything, I let my eyes still closed.
Even if you did not need to much, could keep me calmer.
I swallowed and clenched my teeth trying to give me more strength.
"Say the truth. You're not sleeping. "
Said a male voice, soothing and gentle at the same time substantial
Because of that statement, my eyes widened,
leaving my gaze to a point at random.
I preferred not to answer, let alone noticing.
He was not a very patient guy,
In fact, without some hesitation, he approached his face close to my neck.
i heard it thanks to his breath tickled my skin,
and thanks to the pressure on the hands, clutching my shoulders once again.
For the first time, my heart was pounding, so as to make me feel even worse.
I was not sure if they were trying hatred and fear.
More than anything I was worried and shocked, even though it was nice to feel enveloped by a hot body
I felt protected, despite everything.
“You don't answer to me because you don't see me?”
He asked puzzled.
"Yes" I replied gently
"Hmmm.Okay. "
He concluded, rising from the ground.
"Your skills are so poor"
He said, starting to walk forward.
"Why is that? Who are you? Explain it. "
"A long story .."
"I have all the time you want."
I interrupted him, looking at him.
The guy in front of me, became more serious.
It almost seemed annoyed by my statement.
"We'll see if you really have all this time"
He said, turning his gaze to mine.
Although his eyes were very dark and warm, they became so cold and strong,
to be able to command my attention and emotions.
For a moment, a great silence reigned.
"Meanwhile begins"
I said, letting out a long sigh
"I do not start anything. Find out for yourself. "
He warned me, his back to me.
So I decided to keep quiet.
Maybe it was not the most opportune time to ask him,
or could not tell me.
Soon after, I saw him approach the table with a knife in his hand is not very large,
from the handle of black color with the details, consisting of iron.
On top of it, it seemed as if there was engraved a letter.
I could not see it very well, as his palm covering it
When he came to it, caressed it with just his fingers, letting it was carrying to the body that was there beside him, lying on that table.
I was not quite sure if it was a man or a woman, since my perspective is not me could afford.
For a second, he remained there, motionless, looking at the body.
What were his intentions?
He/she was already dead after all.
Without even having time to catch my breath,
I saw his hand holding the dagger with a lot of force, impaling his chest.
Dragged the blade slightly lower,
then to raise it up.
A small amount of blood spurted toward himself, soiling to smear an area of his face and his clothes.
Shooting, I turned my head to the right side of the room, although it was too late.
"Look, this is what I am"
He said, arranging front of me.
Only thanks to the light bulb next to him,
I could notice his appearance:
One side of his face was shaded
while the other part was completely illuminated.
The shape of the face was oval, well-defined,
His eyes fairly elongated, allowed a glimpse of the black pencil to the final part of the eye. They reflected the darkness becoming more dark.
His pupil became black, with small brown tints most of the side.
His gaze was always the same, penetrating, hot and deadly.
I hated the way he stared at me.
It penetrated the soul unleashing a dangerous storm in my heart.
There then followed, his neck, particularly long for his body,
but that characterized him. It was part of its charm.
It was not perfect, but it was of great importance in his body.
Thin, sleek, sweet.
Yet it gave a feeling of strength and power, which could not be noticed immediately.
In addition, wearing a black sweater round neck, with very long sleeves.
In fact, they covered the entire palm of his hand, leaving only discovered his fingers.
It fell down gently on his arms and on his abdomen, allowing you to focus on their lean shape, unique in its kind.
The shape of her legs was just perfect,
Her tight jeans of a gray dove, showed the muscle of his calf,
very obvious, which made the shape of his leg even more inviting and sensual.
Those two colors matched so well,
making you draw attention to his type of complexion.
His bronze skin, reflected in an excellent way that reddish light that dominated the room.
The boy was at the center of everything.
It could not be avoided in any way.
"No matter who you are. You can decide who to be. "
I said, slightly awed to its image.
"You're wrong. It's not as simple as you think. "
He replied, wiping the knife with a white cloth.
"I was trained to do this."
He continued, looking at me with one eye.
"You could change."
I concluded with an expression of regret.
At that precise moment, I saw him lift his gaze straight ahead.
He seemed to be reflecting on what I had just said.
Those few words, maybe they could change something.
he turned his eyes from side to side very quickly,
then, in the blink of an eye, grabbed his dagger again,
starting to walk in my direction.
Very slowly, his footsteps grew closer and closer,
increasingly noisy.
I gritted my teeth, still looking at his icy expression, but a little uncertain.
Arrived in front of me, slumped with his knees, mimicking my position.
Then, he reached into the back of my head, holding it firmly,
and with the other pointed the knife in my neck, causing a slight incision.
"Never. I would not do for no reason. "
He spoke in a low voice.
I could see nothing but his face in the semidarkness and the structure of his fingers very similar to those I had seen previously when I woke up.
"So you are, who had stuck the syringe .." - Just then I looked down toward the handle of the knife.
"... N .."
The boy looked down, catching a glimpse of his anger towards me.
"Leave her alone Hakyeon. I take care of her. "
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