I was petrified. My mouth moved but the words wouldn't come out. Until, finally, I regained my composure and began to speak.
"Who are you?" I asked, half curious and fully cautious. He smirked in reply, taking his time, he looked me up and down slowly, sensually. I focused on his face, waiting for him to lift his gaze so I could look him in the eyes.
This game, seemed to go on forever but I was relieved that I no longer had to talk to him.
Eventually he raised his head. Standing to his full height, he abandoned the messy mattress he'd been sitting on stood up to tower over me. I took a step back. I was confident, but I was also realistic; I am no match for him. But I digress.
He lets out a small smile as he watches my body recognize his dominance, his strength. His forearms are tanned, muscled and perfectly veiny. His legs, I assume, must also match his large biceps. I gulp again, and when he notices, he chuckles. My eyes dart up to his as the sound drowns the area around us.
I have to remind myself that he's crazy. Like seriously ill. I look around, down the hall, no one is here yet. Maybe they don't know I'm gone. I should lea - the sound of him smacking his lips cuts my train of thought. It's an eerie sound, one so simple, so familiar and yet, it sounds alluring, chilling coming from his sinful mouth. My eyes jump around his face capturing everything; from the beauty mark on the left side of his neck to the
"Your eyes..." I start, startling myself with the sound of my own voice. I let my thoughts slip out. He sucks in a sharp breath, looks at me briefly again before turning away. Then suddenly he steps as close as he can get to me - his face is almost pressed against the door. Wait a minute... door? He shouldn't be able to see out of the window! This is one-way glass only people on the outside should be able to see in. How did he see me ? "What about my eyes?" he asks, taunting me.