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Played by the Phantom dream
He walked into the room, his eyes gleaming in pleasure. I was frightened. I watched him carefully as he made his way towards me. My parents weren’t home. We were the only two here. My eyes never left his as he took his seat by me on the bed.
“Are you scared?” he whispered, leaning in close to my ear. I nodded, terrified. He chuckled darkly. “Good.”
His hand rested on my waist. I trembled as he stroked it gently. The warmth of his lips touched my cheek. My heart raced. Every ounce of my body desired him, but my mind was screaming “NO! He’s dangerous!!” I wanted to run. To leave. I knew I wasn’t safe here. His mouth moved to my neck. Oh God, it was like he knew. He knew where I wanted him to be. The hand on my waist moved to my thigh. Suddenly, I found my voice.
“No!!!”
I scooted away from him, one arm around my stomach and a hand on my neck. He smiled.
“Don’t you want me?” he asked, the seductive tone in his voice grasping my heart. I lost my voice again, but I shook my head “no” in response. His smile quickly melted. “Nobody wants me. They all turn me down. But you…. You’ve made it farther than the others.” He came closer to me. I tried to move away, but my back struck the wall. “You know me. Better than anyone else does. And you know you do. You act much older than you are. Every riddle I gave you, you shot one back without hesitation.” His tone was demonic, and his eyes flared in the darkness. His hands were on either side of my head, trapping me against the wall. “They all hate me, don’t they? Those friends of yours? I don’t care. I don’t care about them. I only care about you… what you think of me. What goes through your mind when I touch you, talk to you! Tell me now, what am I to you? An angel? A monster? Tell me!”
I had started to cry. He was scaring me so badly… but there was something in his voice that made it impossible to leave…
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