Mag-log inA low growl rumbled from deep within him, vibrating against my skin. Then, without warning, whatever he had used to bite me withdrew, replaced by the slow, deliberate swipe of his tongue as he licked the wound.I couldn’t wrap my head around it.The CEO—Mr. Julio Chester—was in my room, on my bed, behaving like some kind of animal.And yet, the strangest part of it all was this:I wasn’t scared anymore.I should have been. Any sane person would be terrified. But instead, my body felt oddly calm, almost attuned to him.Without any warning, his weight suddenly crashed down on me. My eyes flew open wide.“Mr. Chester?” I called breathlessly.No response.Panic surged through me and I pushed against him, struggling. Damn, he was heavy—far heavier than he looked. It took everything in me to shift him, but eventually, with effort, I managed to roll him partly off me. His body went slack, completely limp.Breathing hard, I turned my head to look at him.I should call the police.That was the
Idara Throughout the entire workday, my mind was in turmoil. I couldn't focus on anything. What happened in his office kept replaying in my head. I'm not sure he's even human—do normal people's eyes change color like that? I'm seriously considering quitting before they fire me, but I desperately need the paycheck. The last thing I want is to add more worry to my mom's plate; she's already stressed enough about me. Now a pounding headache is setting in. As soon as the clock hit closing time, I stood up quickly. "Hey, want to head out together?" Eliot called out. I plastered a smile on my face, but then I remembered the CEO—he clearly doesn't like me being around Eliot. Why is that? We left the building side by side anyway. "I can give you a ride home if you'd like," he offered kindly. My eyes widened in surprise, but for some reason I just shook my head. "No... thanks, I'll manage on my own," I replied quickly. He nodded understandingly. "Alright then, get home safe," he said with
Idara“Y-your… your eyes,” I whispered, taking a step back.Fear wrapped tightly around my chest, squeezing the breath out of me.He didn’t answer. Instead, he turned his head toward the door. I followed his gaze instinctively, my heart hammering wildly.God, I want to run.My mind was a mess, panic, confusion, dread—everything crashing into each other at once. And just then, the door opened.How did he even know someone was coming?This time, it wasn’t anyone I recognized.A woman stepped inside. She had short hair, sharp eyes, and wore a fitted suit that screamed authority. She was tall, composed, professional—the kind of woman who looked like she always knew what was going on.“I guess this is her,” she said calmly, directing her words to Mr. Chester.He turned to look at me again.My stomach dropped.Were they part of some cult?And was I the sacrifice?A thousand thoughts rushed through my head all at once.“I almost lost it,” Mr. Chester said to the woman, his eyes never leaving
IdaraWhen we reached the door, the man stepped aside and gestured politely, a small smile on his face.“I’m Denver,” he said as he opened it for me.I honestly didn’t care what his name was. Right now, fear was doing somersaults in my stomach. I didn’t want to lose this job and end up back at square one again.I swallowed hard and walked in, my heart pounding faster than normal.Oh God, please help me.The office was huge—far larger than I had imagined—but my anxiety didn’t allow me to take in much of it. My eyes went straight ahead.His chair was empty.Only his desk stood there, papers neatly arranged like they’d been measured and placed with precision. Above the seat, mounted on the wall, was the head of a wolf.For a moment, I tried to convince myself it was just decoration. Plastic, maybe.I was about to take another step when I suddenly stopped.I felt it.A presence behind me.My eyes widened. Slowly, I turned—and found myself face to face with him.Mr. Chester.The CEO.My bo
IdaraOne Tuesday afternoon, after yet another day of doing absolutely nothing, lunchtime finally rolled around. The office had a cafeteria downstairs where employees could go eat, and honestly, it was the only part of the day I ever looked forward to.Eliot walked up to my desk with a bright smile on his face.“Well, Idara,” he said cheerfully, flashing those white teeth of his, “why don’t we all go eat lunch together?”I nodded, relieved for the distraction.But before I could even stand up, Faye laughed lightly.“Seriously, Eliot,” she said, waving a hand dismissively, “we can eat alone like we always do. Besides, it doesn’t look like Idara needs more food.”She laughed again, like it was the most harmless joke in the world.I froze.I didn’t know if she truly thought what she said was funny, but I didn’t find it amusing—not even a little. I was used to comments like that. Too used to them. And because of that, I knew exactly when someone was insulting me and when they were pretend
Idara The very next Monday, I went over to the company. I submitted all the credentials they had requested, and after a few minutes, I was handed a company pass. Holding it in my hand made everything feel official—and terrifying at the same time.Not long after, a woman who looked to be in her early thirties approached me. She was well put together, her expression professional and unreadable.“Miss Williams, this way,” she said, gesturing politely.I followed her to the elevator, my heart already beating faster than normal. The moment we stepped inside, she pressed the button for the first floor, and my eyes widened instantly.The first floor—if I remembered correctly—was strictly reserved for the CEOs. Maybe the CFO’s office is on the first floor too.My throat tightened as the elevator doors slid shut and began to move. I swallowed hard, trying to steady myself.I hoped—no, I needed—to make a very good first impression on my boss. I had dressed my best for this moment: a deep blue







