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I had my first kiss when I was in high school, well, it was a kiss for me even if my lips barely touched his cheek.And that’s what I believed a kiss should feel like. That’s the distance I ever walked towards a male species. I thought Yuri was a kind boy, with deep brown eyes and sharp features. He was half-Japanese and everything I liked in a boy.But I never confessed.I couldn’t. Not when I saw the blonde girl hanging off his arms. I believed the crush should have come to an end. But I couldn’t. It hurt me to see him with her and when I didn’t see him, it hurt more.My friend convinced me it was just one-sided until Yuri cornered me at the gym. I was so flustered and shy that I couldn’t say anything. And when he arrogantly proposed I should confess to him, I refused. Not that I no longer liked him. No. It was the eeriness. The numbness inside me that halted me. Partly because I knew I was just a nerd wearing glasses, and he deserved someone like Christine, the blonde with him.But

My stomach lurched bile rising in my throat again as I emptied the contents in the toilet.I shut my eyes tightly as I tried to brush away the sight of those lifeless eyes, the paleness of the skin, the blood matted in the hair—it was a grotesque vision straight out of a nightmare.I tried to swallow but the lump of fear was trapped in my throat choked by terror making my body paralysed.I could still see the horrified face twisted in a final expression of fear as if the person had met their end in sheer agony. The bad, I didn’t want to think who it was. The worst, why would anyone send me… this?I didn’t know how or when I made it to the room and locked myself in the bathroom. I couldn’t look at them anymore. My scream woke up the dorm and soon the guards were there followed by several students, and to my horror, none of them could offer me any comfort. The horror on their faces mirrored mine, but it couldn’t compare to what I was feeling.My breath came in ragged gasps and I could f

he metallic taste of fear lingered in my mouth, mingling with the salt of my tears. What was I to do now? How could I ever go back home? The terrifying thought of being dragged into court, the evidence twisted and forged to frame me, gnawed at my mind.Who would do this to me? Why would anyone want to frame me?All I ever wanted was to live my life. Was that such a sin that I was being punished for it?Would I ever see my family again? The cold seeped into my bones, a relentless chill that promised a miserable, pathetic death. Executed for a murder I didn't commit, would my life end like this—forgotten and despised, a victim of someone else's cruel game?The silence was suffocating, broken only by my ragged breaths and the distant hum of the police officers.Then suddenly I heard footsteps as the voices stalled. Confused, I looked up to find a man standing in the area near the officer’s desk.Hollow ache was replaced by a surge o

“Please, don’t—““Shh, see how it keeps sucking on my fingers.” His expression didn’t change, but his hand stopped even though his fingers were still deep inside me.The throbbing heightened and I winced, trying and failing to contain my tears. My thighs shook and I thought I bit my inner cheek hard enough to draw blood. His thumb circled my clit as he savagely thrust so deep I thought he’d tear me apart. The fact that Kyle could hear all this and probably sneaked through the mirror was more shameful.“It isn’t hard for me to take what I want, ptichka. You have seen what I can do, haven’t you?” His voice dripped with menace. I hated how I couldn’t fight him, trapped in a hold that rendered me immobile. He had complete control, and here I lay helplessly under him. “I can make your life a living hell, take everything you hold dear, and leave you in the streets begging

There was nothing weaker than a man who couldn’t see and it was a perfect mask for my plans. I’d let them underestimate me. They believed in their own lies of morality, their façades of righteousness. Pathetic. They prance around, acting like saints, while their demons lurk just beneath the surface.I embrace my demons. I let them out to play.She trembled beside me, her eyes wide with terror, yet she didn’t look away. That was the beauty of it. The irony of fear—it’d bind you to the very thing you want to escape from.Humans, wolves, vampires—whatever label you slap on them, it didn’t matter.Strip away the veneer, and we were all just predators. Some hide behind masks of civility; I wore mine with pride. That’s what my father taught me. That’s what I grew up to.The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open. I grabbed her arm, not too tight, just enough to remind her who was in control.