Page 41 of The Cute Psycho

I try to struggle against his hold, my hands pushing at his shoulders, but everything I do is in vain. He's too strong, as he has me pinned down with his massive body, and I have to admit that I'm at his mercy.

His mouth moves to my ear as he whispers some indiscernible sounds, his chokehold slowly becoming a tender caress.

Suddenly his hand is gone. My eyes widen when he starts kissing his way up my neck, my body shuddering with a mixture of fear and curiosity.

"What are you doing?" My voice quivers as I ask.

He doesn't reply. He merely smiles against my skin before his mouth opens up, his teeth lodging into my flesh.

I scream, the pain surreal as he breaks the skin, blood flowing freely from the wound. He laps at it, smearing it all over my neck and up my cheek, his devilish tongue swirling circles on the surface of my skin.

Briefly, he raises his head, a wide smile showing blood-stained teeth.

"You're mine. To kill and to..."

I jolt awake, disoriented and covered in sweat. Finding myself in my bed, I look around the empty room, breathing a sigh of relief when I see there's no one around. My hands immediately go around my body, trying to make sure I'm still in one piece. My fingers linger on my neck, finding the skin intact.

A soft tremor goes through my body as I remember the vivid way in which his teeth had felt on me, the sharp pain that had racked my entire being as he'd relentlessly pushed against me.

I'd tried so hard to forget the incident from the church, and now he's haunting my dreams. I must have been more affected by his presence than I'd let myself believe, because there's no other explanation for this.

The wind is blowing outside, the curtain swaying around, in and out of the room. Frowning, I get out of bed to check it.

I'm sure I closed the window before falling asleep.

Feeling slightly paranoid, I lower the window, pulling on the latch so that it's locked in place. Glancing outside, I only see the green expanse of the backyard. No sign of anything or anyone.

Relieved it's only my overactive imagination, I go back to bed. But as I slide between the sheets again, I realize something else. There's a wetness between my legs that wasn't there before. It's accompanied by a low hum in my loins, a tingling almost like an itch.

My hand dips low, and I'm shocked to find my fingers coated in a viscous substance. My first thought is that I must have been so scared that I wet the bed. But the texture is entirely different, and for a moment I'm afraid something is wrong with me.

Quickly grabbing my phone, I open the web browser and search what it means.

The answer, however, doesn't help.

Arousal. Sexual desire.

"Oh, hell no," I mutter to myself as I read through article after article. I can't have been aroused by that... man trying to kill me. I'm almost disgusted with myself for allowing myself to think that, so I power off the phone, placing it on the table.

"It's just residual fear." I try to convince myself.

Sleep barely comes to me, and when I have to wake up in the morning I'm rather cranky. I still have this nagging feeling that Vlad is near and that hewillkill me. I know it's such an irrational fear, but somehow I'm convinced that I'll meet my end at his hands.

There's something terrifying about him, just as it is fascinating.

Once again, as I meet up with the girls to go shopping, I can't stop him from taking over my thoughts. It's like everything I do reminds me in a way of him, and of that dream.

His black, bottomless eyes and his searing touch are ingrained in my mind. I only have to close my eyes, and it's like his breath is on my neck, his mouth close to my skin.

"That one looks so good on you, Sisi," Lina says sincerely, and I snap out of it. I blink twice, trying to gain some focus.

"I think so too," I reply, a little too late.

If she notices how distracted I am, she doesn't mention it. We continue shopping, getting everything from clothes to phones and laptops.

Passing by a hair salon, though, an idea comes to me.

"I want to get a fringe," I tell Lina, explaining that having something to cover my forehead would make it easier for me, since people wouldn't be staring so much.

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