Page 45 of Breaking Sanity
“Fine.” I try to make myself small while scooting into the bookcase.
“What else happened with Nikolas?” He starts to unbutton his cufflinks.
“He forced his cock down my throat,” I gulp as he starts to roll up his sleeves. “Then he kissed me. Happy now?”
He crouches down only a few inches in front of me. His mask slowly turns to the side like he is a killer in a slasher film. Again absolutely horrifying, but at least my tears of pain mask my tears of terror.
I’m not sure what he is searching for, but his covered eyes are boring a hole in my face. He starts to lean forward on his palms to get a little closer. I finally get a good look at the black and white tattoo on his left forearm.
It appears as if the smoke with faint faces is circling different masks. Each mask portrays a different emotion, starting with terror on the bottom, sadness on the left, happiness on the right, anger in the middle, and so on. Each mask has stitches on the top with a wire hanging from the last stitch that runs underneath his rolled-up sleeve.
“He kissed you,” he questions.
“Y-yes,” I stutter while he moves to straddle my legs.
“Why?”
“I don’t know. I bit his bottom lip and he kissed me.”
“That’s odd.” He leans forward and both his hands rest on the book shelf behind my head again caging me in.
“Why is that odd?” I scoot up to sit a little taller.
I almost topple to the side when my hand slips on a small globe like object. I clutch it in my hand and keep it still hoping he doesn’t see.
“Neither of them kiss,” Baron answers. His covered eyes feel like they are trying to rip through mine to get to my soul.
“W-what do you mean,” I whisper. I’m not sure if my question is just referring to the kissing part or the them part.
“You have no idea what you have unleashed, Kukla.” His hand moves to gently push my hair behind my ear.
That’s too intimate!
We need to run!!
NOW ALLEY!
For once I listen to the voices in my head and slam the globe into the side of his face. It’s enough to crack that disturbing theater mask and catch him off guard. I am able to get my leg from in-between his and kick him in the chest. He lands against his office chair causing it to knock into his desk. He’s a heavy bastard because the desk slightly slides across the wood floor. I try to lift my broken body up, but I only end up falling back down to the same spot. With one last shot, I use the shelves to hoist myself off the ground and hold my position.
Baron lets out this demonic noise that I can’t honestly describe causing my eyes to dart to him. He slowly rises to his feet holding his palm up to stop the guards. Standing at his full height, he rips off the busted mask and discards it behind him. His fiery eyes are set on me.
I gasp when I finally get a full view of his face. Of course the mother fucker is drop dead gorgeous. In more of a rugged sexy death machine with a pretty face kind of way.
The blood dampens his light brown hair as it trickles down from the hairline to the top of his eyebrow enhancing the glow of his perfectly tan ivory skin. His square face softens to a rounded chin with the slight mocha stubble blurring the harsh line of his jaw. His nude lips, with the topbeing slightly thinner than the full lush bottom lip, are lifted at the corners. But it’s not the terrifying smirk that has the oxygen escaping my body, no, it’s his intense green eyes. The color is so vivid that it looks like someone took a picture of evergreens and over-saturated the color.
Trying not to drool over the deep color, I focus on his deep set hooded eyes, noticing the subtle differences in size, with the left being slightly larger. Unlike Nik’s eyes, his stare isn’t void or detached, they are full of an emotion I cannot decipher. I just don’t think it can be good since the grin on his face has turned into a full blown smile that will forever haunt my nightmares.
Can’t one of these guys be as ugly on the outside as they are on the inside?
Stepping in front of me, I have to crane my head all the way back to keep eye contact. I don’t dare look away. The flash of black and ivory is all I see before my head is knocked into the bookshelf.
“Fucker,” I groan falling forward and face planting into the hardwood flooring.
“Get her to medical and someone in here to clean this mess,” he commands.
I can feel strong arms lifting me from the ground but I don’t have the energy to fight, so I just let them take me. I hear his footsteps hit the tile flooring signalling that we are out of Baron’s office and in the main hall.
“Stay with me, Little Monster ,” the person whispers into my hair.
