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~Avila

"Please don't hurt me!" I shriek, pressing my back against the headboard.

He frowns a little, dark brows drawing together. He looks the picture of darkness, the shadows drenching him and his cloaked figure.

If there is any reason for a hooded figure to climb through my window at night, it's to kill me.

"Av, it's me," he soothes, approaching.

I hold my hands out in front of me, causing him to stop in his tracks. Whether I knew him before I lost my memory doesn't matter. There's something dangerous about him, which frightens away my curiosity.

"I know you-"

He cuts me off by approaching quickly. Before I can so much as scream, his wet, gloved hands grasp the back of my neck, pulling me in for a kiss.

I gasp. The pressure of his lips is a vaguely familiar feeling. His hand grips tightly to my neck, keeping me still. The feeling of being kissed, which is entirely foreign to me until now, is pleasant, although slightly terrifying.

Realisation hits me like a rock in the side of the h