His lair

Her heart raced fast in her chest when she felt him stop in front of her, his scent filling her senses. She couldn't breath normally with him so close to her.

"Could you die?" He suddenly asked and her eyes went up in a jiffy. He didn't bring her here to kill her, did he? Even if he didn't want her, he could keep her for the sake of his money.

"Wh-what?" She stuttered, her voice breaking.

"You are mine, Anna. If I asked you to die, would you die?" He asked and slowly, the cold metal of the gun traced her chin again and he tapped twice.

She raised her head to the darkness, only his blue eyes proved as light and it was so so dark in it. The cold barrel made its way to her lips and he pushed it in slowly, making her hold it between her lips.

"Can I pull the trigger?" He asked and let out a cold chuckle, that sounded more animalistic than humanly. She couldn't even speak and if she did speak, what assurance was there that he would listen to her? It was a zero percent failure and she couldn't afford to risk her life just to test the theory.

"Answer me, Anna. Or I might think you are just as worthless." He said coldly and she immediately shook her head, knowing he could see her. A tear escaped from her eyes.

"This is not the time to cry." He said, obviously disgusted. Her fingers found their way to her face and she cleaned it immediately, blinking to make sure her eyes were clear.

He pulled the gun out slowly till it got to her edge of her lips, only to push it back in swiftly. Anna jerked backwards, her eyes clamping shut as she half expected a bullet to fly out from the back of her head.

"Don't be scared, Anna. I'm just trying to play with your lips." He said.

The darkness was not her forte and he seemed to be enacting joy, knowing she couldn't see him.

"My other hand is busy so I can't steady you. Just follow the movement of the gun and work diligently, Anna. A jerk or a tear from you and I might really pull the trigger. You were so bold on the stage, so don't make me believe I made a mistake by buying you." He cussed gently, an action that made a shiver run down her spine. No one could be this gentle and not be evil.

"Now, open up." He muttered and she slowly widened her mouth till her teeth were finally separated from each other and he slipped the gun in further.

"Roll your tongue on it, Anna. I want to see it glisten when I pull it out." He muttered and she gulped, wrapping her tongue against the metal rod.

The taste of bitter metal fused into her tasted buds and she nearly gagged from the impact.

"Don't," He snapped, "make a single sound. You can't distract me when my finger is on the trigger."

Of course, Xandros could never be distracted. He would shoot if he wanted to and she'd be gone. Buried the next day. Her blood would be am intricate design added to his room.

He glided the gun in and out of mouth steadily and she did as he ordered her till he was fvcking satisfied and a lot of bitter chemical-like taste had gone down her throat.

Pulling the gun out, a sharp current of cold air passed right her ear and it took nothing less than a second for Anna's ears to register the sound of the bullet.

A shiver went down her spine, her heart beating fast, her chest heaving up and down in rush. Her knees buckled, unable to hold her up and a train of sweat rushed down the back of her neck.

The lights turned on a second after and her eyes caught his chest first, then his face. He stared at her like a predator would its prey. This predator wasn't going to kill it, he was going to savour it.

Her eyes fell on his second hand. A cup of tequila was held balanced in his fingers and he followed her eyes.

"You drink?" He raised a brow and before she could reply, he raised the glass to her.

"Take a shot."

"I've never-"

"Common, Anna. Let's not make this place messy, shall we?" A low rumble of danger sounded underneath his voice as he asked this and with shaky fingers, Anna collected the cup with her two hands to steady it.

Once the cup touched her lips, she parted them and emptied the cup in one go, leaving a burning taste down her throat.

Her vision blurred but she blinked, fixing her sight while that drink burned the lower part of her stomach.

He grunted in approval as she held the cup tight, trying to steady herself. She couldn't fvcking see. What....she doesn't drink. Anna doesn't.... The rest of her thoughts dissipated into fresh air when Xandros raised the deadly weapon to her face. It glistened with pure moisturization from her mouth.

"You did a good job, Anna." He muttered and tilted his head with a small frown, "Aren't you going to thank me?"

"Thank you, Lycan Lord Xandros." She said.

He gave a nod and turned, walking up the stairs before disappearing behind it.

Her beating heart slowed down within a minute and she slowly walked to the counter, keeping the cup on it before it would break from her shaking hands.

Her eyes roamed around the place which she hadn't had the opportunity to view yet. It was beautiful, gray and black splashing over the place. The cushions, the curtains, the room paint.

Only the chairs at the dining were white with pure white table. The counter which she had dropped the cup was pure black that glistened under the bright lights. It was amazingly beautiful but she couldn't miss the dark aura that came from it.

This was Xandros's lair.