"Finally we are here," a smile played along his tone and I felt his hand swerving along my shoulder. "Nothing sweeter than walking with you in this beautiful park."
"You still got some explaining to do," I looked away from the sunlit, nature scenery and glanced at him short enough to knock his hand off my shoulders, despite the couple of couples which walking past us.
Other couples were seated on the grass and trees while the little pathway we were walking on stretched through a diversity of couples, trees, and picnic sections while I walked under the influence of his forward behavior.
Although we had only met around an hour ago, he was already all over me like a bone whose dog I was. I liked his confidence but the excess of it made me wonder as to where exactly it were stemming from.
"You are my type and that's the reason we matched," His hand soon clasped mine, "I definitely want to put a ring on this finger of yours."
"I only matched with you because…" I paused dramatically and rolled my eyes, "you're quite handsome." Stopping in my tracks he stepped in front of me and covered the dazzling sun from the left side of my body. "But I'm a Demi-sexual so I'll need some time to learn to love you."
"Like a week or a month?" his playful tone failed to hide the disappointment that I caught lacking across the diameter pf his facade of a smile.
"Even more, my last relationship was a shipwreck,"
"Just give two weeks." He awakened the sweetness of his lips with a lick of the tongue before placing a baby kiss upon my lip gloss. "I want you Caithie and I have never been more sure of anything in my life."
Withholding my response even as his left hand began invading the flow of my ribcage as it moved down towards my hips, I sharpened my gaze and witnessed the hazel brushstrokes of his dark brown irises portraying an abstract sincerity of desperation which only my secret answer could purge.
"Am I a bad kisser?" He asked and left my words hiding under the silence of my tongue before he dragged me towards a nearby, red mapplewood tree that almost felt as though we were entering into the garden of Eden when we dashed past the lighthearted hedge that surrounded it.
That was when he pressed his back, while leaning against the trees, before he pulled me closer and ambushed my lips with waves of passionate kisses which almost drowned my intuition's desire to push myself back and take a breather.
Yet just when the kisses were starting to level down, I felt a little, confectionery pill sliding into my mouth just before my urge to swallow drove it down my throat.
That was all the red flag I needed, but as I tried tried to push him away I almost felt the heaviness of my breath overwhelming steal my strength, while he kept his hands around me and his eyes swinging through the dizziness of my gaze.
"Caith! Caith! Are you okay," He exhaled heavily upon me and unveiled a worried act while trying to hide his agenda. "Babes, stay with me." His voice echoed in the corners of my eardrums as my eyelids failed to remain open just as I had begun backing away from the sly, slithering smile that was starting to bring out his teeth.
"How could I have been so stupid." I felt angry yet weak and casually carefree as my numbing lips failed to let out a scream that would rescue me from the handsome monster who had taken advantage of the little time my lips had given his.
"Don't fight it Caithie," I could still hear his delighted voice breezing over me as I felt his hands on my back and butt before the sensation of my powerless body resting in his hands began fading from my senses. His little pill had made numb more than my voice it seemed.
"Don't worry, my girl is just a bit high," I heard his voice lying to whoever he was speaking to, but my wish for anyone smart enough to decipher the situation, to intervene was far from coming true. Neither the breeze or the sun on my face, nor the fading weight of my boots could eradicate my guilt…
One unexplainable moment later I found my eyes opening to the dizziness of the room around me as my lungs felt thirsty for oxygen while my back couldn't help feeling stuck to the bed.
"What happened?" I asked myself as I tried to sit up while squirming to the discomfort a little. The ringing sound withing my ears grew and built while a heavy flood of emotions left a devastation of nervous teardrops ready to jump out of the brim of my eyebags.
"You happened, to be the best woman I've ever met." His voice muttered as he walked closer and jumped onto the bed without slowing down towards me. "Hence I just thought, that I should bring you home with me."
"Take me home please," the determination and pity that clothed my voice grew thicker, "my mother must be worried sick about me. Please!"
"No can do!" Despite my teary gaze and itchy cheeks, I saw him smiling with confidence before ignorantly adjusting the wobbly dents of the sheet space around me. "You and I belong together, and as for your mother," he looked away and almost hid the smirk on his face, "I will handle her."
He then began singing a Celine Deon song whose pitch grew louder and louder after he slid off the bed and reversed towards the door while rubbing his hands hastily in a way that left me imagining as to what his plan for me was.
"You scream, you die," read the little poster that was on my pillow, the font and handwriting creepy enough to make me tuck my scream at the back of my throat, especially when a rough black rope ran from both my ankes towards the bottom of the bed…