My new year's vacation had turned into a disaster!
Ow. My back…
I yanked against the wall so high that my tiptoes barely brushed the surface of the ground. His strong hands wrapped around my throat. Agony spread from my neck as his fingers dug deeper on my sensitive skin, threatening to crush it like some tree branch.
Moonlight seemed to bend around him, as though he was devouring it. He was wrapped in a simple black cloak almost like mine. His deep black cloak seemed as if it was a part of him. Was he one of those weirdos back in that dark place? Had they realized their offering went missing?
A tiny voice inside me was already protesting: 'I can't just end up being sacrificed like this!' But it was hard. When this scaresome guy had his hand pressing on my neck.
I screamed, or tried to, but all that came out was a strangled yelp.
"Who sent you? Who put you up to assassinate me?" His voice was low and menacing.
The man stared at me with eyes that burned like red flames as his hands choked my neck. Despite the fact that his gaze was filled with anger and doubt, something was burning inside me. It was though he could see right through my very soul.
I have never seen those kinds of eyes. But I quickly came out of my reverie as I realized the situation I was in.
"G-Get your hands off me...You are c-choking me." My breath rasped in my throat. I couldn't breathe. I pried at his hands, scratching against his skin so hard that my nail bent and almost broke. The hooded man didn't budge.
"I will, once you tell me who sent you to kill me." Another murderous voice escaped from his lips.
Oh god, it hurt!
The moonlight filtered down, and his picture-perfect face seared to my sight. He shot me an apathetic expression as his cold gaze sent chills over my spine.
He shifted his hand from my neck and pinned both of my hands over my head. I tried to struggle free from his unbelievably strong grip but I felt like I'd been zapped with a couple dozen stun guns—all weak and hopeless.
My chest heaved up and down as sweat trickled down my half exposed cleavage. His hands slid down, scorching my skin through the thin silk of my dress.He shifted his weight, rubbing my thighs ever so slightly. I tightened at the sensual contact, and a warm sensation flooded my veins.
My
eyes widened as my mind was sent reeling with his touch. What the bloody hell was going on?
Was he trying to take away my virginity? Dammit!
"What—" Coughing, I cleared my throat. My neck burned and my voice sounded hoarse and scratchy. Oh, what was the point? I was still beneath him and his hand was moving to some place that he shouldn't…
Ah! Just what the hell did he touch me?! His fingertips traced over the bare skin of my thighs and drew a shiver from me. My pathetic attempt to kick him had failed miserably. What he was doing already made my knees go all weak.
Oh no. No, no, no. Nooo.
I couldn't possibly lose my virginity in a state like this. Number one, I never actually fell in love with someone (if a school crush considered, then it would be one). Number two, I wouldn't want my first to be some wacky cult member or sort (a big chance that he might even offer me as a tribute of sacrifice—and that would be the death of me).
This gentle stimulation on my inner thighs were like screams of warnings. My heart throbbed faster everytime he skimmed over.
Then, I realized I wasn't a match for someone as strong as this guy here, and no longer thought of struggling from his hold.
"I'm sorry! I shouldn't have escaped! Please, I'll go back and be your whatever sacrifice, just please—" My voice trailed off, unable to think a single word other than 'violate', which I wasn't even sure if it hit the right note.
"You're sorry?" I could feel his gaze was studying me. His jaw clenched hard, "What do you mean by sacrifice? You're not a Zephyr soldier?"
What the hell? What soldier? Hello, we were living in an era where soldiers were placed on a battlefield, not a bustling tourist destination.
Wait, hold on. The area actually broke into a civil war when I was smacked by some damn pot and unconscious? Now, this had all made sense, all the dots were connecting. No wonder I was taken by some cult. I had become a hostage while passing out!!!
"Well, um… it seems there's some misunderstandings," I amend hastily. "You see… I'm a tourist, travelling around here. And somehow someone crashed my head with a pot. I was unconscious for… um… I mean, I've also lost track of time. I woke up, to find myself captured by an ominous cult… I mean, your group members…"
Stop talking, Sara. Now. I told myself.
"Just don't kill me," I managed in a strangled gasp.
The hooded guy drew closer and the wet, metallic odor lingering around. Like someone drenched with blood. His breath was warm and dreadful at my neck.
"You don't know me?" I jumped when he whispered behind my ear. My stomach churn with fear. Hadn't this been very intense already?
I went completely tense and rigid. "How could I," I snapped. "How could I when I haven't even seen your face before?"
At my words, he completely drew his hood over his head. His dark hair fell loose around his face. Tall forehead, high sculpted cheekbones, strong square chin, red eyes, handsome and fit, judging by the way he stood. I would have thought he was a Japanese as well if it weren't for his eyes. He looked like in his early twenties, but his strong features had made him appear more mature.
Okay, I wasn't expecting anyone from that cult to be nearly so handsome. I mean, it was a waste for him to join an uncultured group and went out doing bad things like this.
"Now, you have a good look. Your turn." He shook my hands, crushing my back at the wall again, "I've searched you. No, hidden weapons. Other than you're relying on your powers, what other evidence do you have? Why haven't you followed your orders? Who sent you?"
Wait a moment. Did I… Did this young man just touch my thighs to find if I had weapons? Really?
In this century are there still people who always had sharp things on them? At most, I would only have pepper spray or a taser, if only my sling bag was with me.
"You crazy maniac!" My voice broke. "I don't know what you're talking about! I've told you—"
His hand clapped over my mouth and my eyes flew open. He shushed me, eyes staring up at the sky. "Someone's coming."
A black shadow burst above us with a shriek. In the gloom, it was hardly to see anything but someone other than us was around the temple somewhere.
"Your comrade?"
Behind his palm, I mumbled. "Crazy! It's your wacky cult friend!"
Suddenly, he grabbed my arm and I found myself on the ground next. The coldness seeped to my skin as if beneath me was frozen still ice. Was I having delusions? I wondered how we only moved our position from vertical to horizontal.
Things went even crazier.
"Shh!" He whispered in my ear. "I only need your cooperation for this."
I was lying on the ground, under his strong body above me. One of his firm hands seized both of mine and forced me to stop moving. His fingers curled mine.
"Wait, what the hell are you pl-mmmmmhhhh!" He clasped my mouth shut with his huge palms as his face drew closer to mine.
We stared at each other's eyes at close proximity and I tried my level best to not get dazed by looking into his eyes. I still couldn't get used to his strange red eyes. For some reason they felt attractive despite how strange it looked. I felt like I was being drawn into his eyes slowly.
But my thoughts reeled back to reality as I felt something moving around my chest!
His hand snaked up my shirt, searching for something. Then he finally had his forearm dangerously resting on my boobs.
Wait...when did my chest get so big? I was sure I was eating a lot of avocado desserts since my arrival here. My colleague did say once that avocados helped in letting them grow bigger. Was that the reason why? It was hard to believe that this was even my body.
I didn't know if he was doing it on purpose or not seeing his serious expression. He wasn't grinning like some kind of sex-maniac. Seriously, I could tell he wasn't enjoying this as well. With his face close to mine, like every molecule of my skin was screaming at his breath. He was looking sideways as if he wanted to find out who it was that suddenly came into the temple.
Well, I also wanted to find out but not when I am held up like a helpless lamb. Or else, I would have gotten up and slapped this handsome bastard. Who said he can touch my boobs that easily! I was the ultimate accountant, Aira Sara!
My eyes tried to take a glimpse at the new guest who entered the temple through my peripheral vision. It was a man who also had a black cloak but his head was not covered with his hood. And in his hands there was a…