Cecelia

Ceceila:

"Hey, you look pretty mad. Everything okay? Please don't tell me you hit someone again," I asked Elsa as she plopped down beside me and began snacking on my chips.

Elsa is my roommate and best friend, and we share a three-bedroom apartment together.

"I can't stand Mrs. Simpson. I can't believe she sprung an impromptu test on us. If I fail this course, I swear I'll bury her alive," Elsa said, her face turning red with frustration.

"You know what Mrs. Simpson is like, you shouldn't be surprised. I keep telling you to study before her class," I reminded her.

"Of course, that's your advice, you nerd!"

"I wasn't giving advice, just saying-hey, get your own chips," I scolded her as she reached for more of my snacks.

I didn't come from a very wealthy family like Elsa. Her father is a renowned chef, and her mother owns boutiques around the world. My father passed away in a car accident, leaving my mother and me with the funds he'd left behind. I used some of it to pay for my college fees.

My mother is a nurse, and I'm her only child. She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, and I inherited most of her features. I have hazel eyes, long black hair that falls to my shoulders, and heart-shaped rosy lips.

Waking up, I checked my phone; it was 8am. I got out of bed, headed to the bathroom for a quick shower, and passed by Elsa's room. I was sure she was still sleeping like a baby-after all, it was Saturday. Heading to the kitchen, I opened the fridge and decided to make pancakes. Once I was done, I covered Elsa's portion and left a note telling her I was going out for a walk. It wasn't the first time I'd done so; she wouldn't be surprised.

As I stroll along the quiet path, the peacefulness of the day suddenly shattered by muffled screams pierces my ears. Startled, I quickened my pace, my heart racing with apprehension.

Following the sound, she spots a gruesome scene unfolding before her eyes.

In a secluded spot off the trail, she sees a dead man lying on the ground, a pool of blood slowly spreading beneath him. Standing over him is an older man, his face contorted with fear, a gun held to his head by another figure whose features are obscured in the shadows.

My breath catches in my throat as i realize the gravity of the situation.

I think I have seen enough I have to leave this place before anyone notices me but I was too late before I could move someone held my arm and dragged me and pushed me to the floor, I yelped when I hit the floor with my ass, how can he just throw me like I was some kind of ragged doll.

"Who the fuck are you?" a deep voice said and i raised my head and my hazel eyes came in contact with a dark eyes, it's soo black I feel him staring into my soul. I need to act smart otherwise i will end up like the two dead men.

"I... I didn't see anything I promise, please don't kill me" I said close to tears, I really didn't want to die, I haven't even explored the world yet.

"Boss, i think we should just kill her to avoid future problems."

"If you kill me, what about the surveillance? I am sure the police are on their way."

"You don't need to worry about that little mouse. You should be more worried about yourself,"

Did he just call me a mouse? he is right. I don't need to worry about that. My life is in danger. God, please help me.

"I promise you I won't say a word to anyone, please just let me go."

"If I hear a word you're dead, got that?"

"Yes, thank you so much," I said and immediately left the place before he changed his mind.

I ran away from there, getting to the apartment I slumped on the sofa. "You look like shit," Elsa said, sitting beside me. "I went for a walk, remember?" I stood up

"Where are you going?"

"To my room, Elsa, I'm really tired,"

Only if she knows what I went through just now, and I can't tell her I don't want to put her in any problem.

Waking up after throwing my alarm to the other side of the room, this is the third time I'm changing my alarm. It's Monday. Oh, i hate Mondays. I stood up had my bath, took out a pair of jeans and t-shirt, wore my shoe a applied my lip gloss that's my make-up I don't really put on make up and Elsa tells me I look beautiful without a make-up on. I let my hair down, did a middle parting, and went straight to the kitchen where Elsa was already there fixing breakfast. As usual, her dressing is top notch she dress's like Alexa Damie she says Alexa is her idol. Elsa knows all the latest fashion trends.

As Elsa and I strolled hand in hand into the college, we were greeted by the bustling atmosphere of students rushing to their classes. Suddenly, a small, feminine voice broke through the noise. "Sorry, do you know where Mr Gibson's office is?" I turned to see the owner of the voice, a girl dressed in an adorable all-pink outfit. From her attire, it was clear she hailed from a wealthy family, her fashion sense mirroring Elsa's.

"Oh my goodness, you look stunning!" exclaimed Elsa. "I'm Elsa, and this is Ceceila, or Cece for short. Is that the new Hermes necklace?"

"Yes, and I'm Theresa, Tessa for short," the girl replied with a smile. "It's nice to meet you both, and you both look amazing."

"It seems like you're new here," I observed.

"Yep, I was transferred here because my overly protective brother wants me to be closer to him so he can keep an eye on me," Tessa explained. "I have to go now; I'm meeting someone about my apartment."

Elsa's eyes lit up with an idea as Tessa mentioned her apartment. "Hey, Tessa, why don't you stay with us?" she suggested eagerly.

Tessa paused, surprised by the offer. "Oh, I couldn't impose like that," she replied, shaking her head.

Elsa waved off her concerns. "Nonsense! We have plenty of space, and it would be great to have another girl around. Plus, it would be so much fun!"

Ceceila:

"You can stay with us, we need one more housemate anyways right, Cece?"

"Yeah, sure, if that okay with you Tess," I said, looking at her to see if she was uncomfortable with the idea. But it didn't seem like she was uncomfortable. Instead, her eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Thank you so much. I would really love to, " she said gratefully, which surprised me, I mean, why the hell would I want to live with two strangers? But I guess she doesn't mind.

After exchanging numbers, we decided to meet at the parking lot after our classes. Elsa directed Tessa to Mr. Gibson's office, and we went to our classes.

Once we were done with class, we all met at the parking lot and drove to our apartment and showed Tess her room, which she loved, but I told her to make some changes if she wanted to.

A week went by, but I couldn't forget about the incident. I still looked over my shoulder and flinched whenever someone appeared out of nowhere. I'm not foolish; I know he'll still come, but I don't know when. I'm also not foolish enough to involve the police. Someone like that, who killed someone in broad daylight with surveillance cameras around, isn't an ordinary person.

After using the restroom, I washed my hands and saw a shadow pass by. I turned and saw him leaning on the door, smoking. Why was he in the women's restroom?

"We meet again, little mouse," he said, puffing smoke.

As he spoke those words, "We meet again, little mouse," I couldn't help but feel a shiver run down my spine. It was surreal, standing there in the women's restroom with him, his presence looming over me like a dark cloud.

The smoke from his cigarette curled around him, adding to the eerie atmosphere.

Yeah, we did meet again, but in the women's restroom of all places. I desperately hoped no one would walk in and see us together. What would they think? Should I scream for help? The thought seemed absurd, considering the situation. I found myself at a loss, staring at the tiled floor, my lip caught between my teeth in a nervous habit. As he walked toward me, I felt like a trapped mouse, cornered by a predator. His gaze bore into mine as he lifted my chin, revealing those piercing black eyes and chiseled cheekbones. How could someone be so perfect yet so terrifying at the same time? It was as if he held a power over me, making me feel small and insignificant in his presence. A pang of jealousy surged through me, envying his effortless charm and dangerous allure.

"We'll be going out together tonight. Be ready. I'll pick you up at 8, clear?"

Was he crazy? Who did he think he was? There was no way I was going out with this killer. I'm sure he just wanted to kill me, too. I needed to come up with a lie.

"I won't be able to go. I'm helping my friend with something important," I lied, hoping he'd believe me and leave.

"Do you think I give a fuck? We're going out tonight. If you refuse, I'll bend you over and fuck you till you scream, and people will start coming in. That won't look good for you, now will it?" he said, tightening his grip on my chin. This psychopath! I couldn't believe he threatened me.

"You want to kill me, right? And throw my body in the woods?" I said as tears started falling. Why was I even crying? I should have expected this.

"If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it that day. I wouldn't have waited a week. I have something else planned for you."

"You want to fuck me?" I blurted out before I could stop myself.

"Eventually," he replied with a smug look, cupping my breasts with his hand. They weren't too big or small, fitting perfectly in his large palm. "Stop, please," I moaned softly, adding to his pleasure. He pressed his body against mine, and I felt his hardness against my stomach. But I couldn't let him continue. Anyone could just walk in.

"Please stop. I'll meet you at CREAMS at 8," I said, my favorite café where I usually went to do my assignments. "I'll pick you up there," he said, removing his hand and taking a step back before leaving me completely breathless. I can't let this happen. I have to find a way out, but a part of me knew this was just the beginning.

Checking the time, it was already 8. I quietly left the apartment, hoping Elsa and Tessa wouldn't notice. How could I face them and tell them where I was going?

Hey guys, I'm going out with a psychotic killer?

Standing in front of CREAMS, I waited for any sign of him. If he didn't show up in 20 minutes, I would leave. Just them, a black Mercedes stopped in front of me. He motioned for me to get in, and I obliged. We drove off to God knows where.

Soon, we stopped, and I saw a small cottage ahead. He ordered me to get out, but I hesitated before following him inside.

The cottage nestled against a backdrop of sheep grazing in hilltop meadows and framed by vibrant blooming gardens. It emanated a cozy and earthy charm, with its weathered wooden beams, stone fireplace, and warm candlelight that danced through the crackling hearth, showing that sometimes all one needs is the simple things in life. The inside of the cottage had exposed ceiling beams, exposed brick or stone walls, a fireplace, arched doorways, built-in shelves, and nooks.

Still looking around at the foreign place I was in, I watched him go to his mini-bar and grab a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. I stood there, feeling conscious of my surroundings. It's not like I could even outrun him if something happened, so I just stood there, watching his every move.

"You didn't ask for my name." he remarked.

Ceceila:

"You didn't ask for my name," he remarked.

"I didn't feel the need to know," I snorted, dismissing his attempt to engage in small talk.

"Damon Cavanaugh," he declared, ignoring my words.

Why does that name seem familiar? I'll have to ask Elsa later to find out what kind of person he is. If he isn't as powerful as he looks, I'll report him to the police.

"What do you want with me? Let's get this over with," I said, trying to hide my nervousness.

Damon:

She's nervous, it's obvious. The way she keeps tucking in her lips. Damn, I want to kiss those rosy lips. She looks so innocent. I want to ruin that innocence, break her, and remould her into someone only I can possess. She's been mine since the moment I saw her that morning. Her beautiful hazel eyes, rosy lips, and her petite figure, so fragile in my grasp.

I sat down and pulled her onto my lap. Of course, she tried to stand up, but she's no match for me. I grabbed the whiskey and poured some into a glass, holding it towards her lips, urging her to drink.

"Are you trying to get me drunk? so you can have your way with me?" she said as she tried to move her lips to the other side.

"Do you really think i'm the type that fucks a drunk lady?, I'm still going to fuck you but i have other plans in store for you little mouse" I said giving her the drink so she can have a sip.

"Tell me about yourself, mouse." I asked even though i already knew everything about her since that day she saw us. I already looked into her. I knew everything about her, her ex, her parents, her best friend, and the fact that my sister is fucking staying in the same apartment with her. I'm not a fucking stalker but I have to know about the girl that saw me kill someone. She knew i was coming for her it was obvious the way she looked over and shoulder and flinch at any noise. I sent one of my guards to follow her.

"What do you need to know?"she asked, looking at me strangely, probably thinking i'm some kind of creep. Why the hell did he ask this question.

"Everything," I replied, looking deep into her hazel eyes.

"Well, I'm a college student studying literature,that's all you need to know. Can I go now?" she said," Does she really think she can get away from me? I need to mark her as mine, i want her to know there is nowhere to run to, no matter how much she tries, she is mine already.

Ceceila:

God, this guy is a psychopath. Why the hell is he asking these questions. I really want to stand up. His hot breath is fanning my neck, making my skin red. He looked so handsome, his jet black hair all slicked back, and gave him a handsome appearance. Something about his eyes screams mischief. He is definitely the type of guy mummy warns you not to go near, but here I'm sitting on his lap.

"Kneel," he commands.

"Excuse me?" I spat out before i could even control myself. I need to get out of this place. This man is dangerous. It is written all over his handsome face.

"I don't like repeating words mouse, Kneel now, or you won't like what happens next"

I didn't know what to do. I just froze there. A part of me knew I should obey because he is dangerous and can do anything, so I stood up and knelt down in front of him sniffing, fighting back the tears that were threatening to fall down. He stood up, patted my head, and traced his finger over my lips, deeping his finger inside my mouth, making me suck it.

"Fuck" he mutters under his breath and moves his finger faster and slowly pulls it out. He lowers him to my side and whispers, "Let's see how your small lips wraps around my cock, now do it" I froze, he wants me to suck him.

I slowly unzipped his pants, tears falling from my eyes. I knew i couldn't escape him. I pulled down his boxers, and his cock spurns out. It's so big and hard,the veins were showing, and i don't think this can fit inside my mouth.

I touch it , and i have to use both hands to clutch him. They tremble slightly around his length as it hardens in an instant at my touch.

I glide my hand from the root up and then down, adding pressure until I'm jacking him off.

My pace picks up, relying on pure instinct as I lean over and lick the precum from the tip and suck him into my mouth.

A deep groan spills from his lips, and I use it as an incentive to quicken what I'm doing. A weird sense of empowerment mixed with arousal hits me. My thighs clench, and my heart thunders so loud, it nearly bursts my chest open.

"Remove your hands, mouse."

I drop them to my lap, eager to let him take control. I might love having these reactions from him, but I think my real pleasure is the fact that i know i cant escape him.

Damon sinks his strong, fingers into my hair, then tugs me back by it. I don't release the tip of his cock or loosen my hands as I stare up at him.

Damon thrusts his cock to the back of my throat. My gag reflex kicks in and I slap both palms on his thighs.

My nails dig into his pants, but that doesn't deter him as he pulls back the slightest bit before slamming back inside and holding it there. He chokes me, confiscating my air and leaving me hanging by a thread.

He finally pulls his length out, and I sputter for air, coughing, my lungs aching from exertion.

Before I can take a full gulp of air, he's pounding in again with a merciless rotation of his hips, pushing all the way in.