Lucas strode through the hallways with a brisk determination, his mind already distancing itself from the earlier confrontation with Kane. The bustling noise of students and the clamor of lockers being slammed shut gradually faded as he made his way toward the bathroom. The isolation of the space seemed to beckon him.
As he pushed open the bathroom door, a gust of cool, artificial air greeted him. The bathroom was mostly empty, save for the occasional echo of dripping water.
He moved to the sink, his steps almost silent on the cold floor. Leaning heavily against the porcelain surface of the bathroom sink. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he sought to center himself.
After a few minutes Lucas straightened up from the sink,as he prepared to leave the bathroom the door swung open abruptly. Lucas's heart skipped a beat as he turned sharply to see Dimitri standing in the doorway with battered face but neat clothes.
Before Lucas could react, Dimitri moved with a purposeful stride, stepping inside and closing the door behind him with a deliberate click. The sound of the lock turning echoed ominously through the small room, he saw Dimitri leaning against the door, his posture casual but with an edge of menace that made the air thick with tension.
Dimitri's eyes, still bearing the marks of his recent beating, were fixed on Lucas with a disturbing intensity. His gaze was unwavering, locked onto Lucas with an unsettling fixation.
Lucas's initial surprise quickly turned to a dark curiosity. The sight of Dimitri, with his deranged, almost reverent gaze, stirred something unsettling within him. He watched Dimitri's ,noting the way his eyes glinted with a feverish light. The atmosphere in the bathroom seemed to grow colder, heavier, as if the very presence of Dimitri was suffusing the space with a malevolent energy.
"What are you doing here, Dimitri?" Lucas asked, his voice calm but edged with a hint of irritation. .
Dimitri's lips curled into a faint, unsettling smile. "I just wanted to see you, Lucas," he said, his voice low and almost reverent. .
"I didn't see you last night," Dimitri began again, his tone laced with a mixture of curiosity and something darker. "Where were you? Were you with Kane?"
The question was like a jolt to Lucas, triggering a flash of defensiveness. The memory of the previous night—of the violence, the control, and the dark satisfaction of his actions—flared up in his mind. He'd spent the night immersed in his own twisted needs, and Dimitri's probing was unsettlingly close to the truth. The fact that Dimitri seemed to be prying into his private matters only heightened Lucas's discomfort.
Lucas's eyes flickered with a cold intensity as he met Dimitri's gaze in the mirror. His voice, though steady, carried an edge of irritation. "What if I was?" he retorted, trying to mask the unease that tightened his chest. "Why does it matter to you?"
Dimitri's expression remained eerily calm, but there was a glint of something unsettling in his eyes. "Just curious," he said softly, his tone almost too gentle. "You always seem to have a lot going on. I just wondered if Kane was part of that."
Lucas's jaw tightened, the defensive edge in his voice sharpening. "Kane's not your concern," he snapped. "I don't owe you an explanation for where I go or who I'm with."
The air between them crackled with tension. Dimitri's calm demeanor only served to fuel Lucas's irritation, the unnerving familiarity of Dimitri's obsession gnawing at him. He shifted his weight, feeling the oppressive weight of the bathroom's confinement, and the intensity of the moment.
Dimitri's eyes, though still focused on Lucas, softened slightly, but the unsettling fixation remained. "I suppose you're right," Dimitri said, his voice carrying a faint, almost sad note.
Lucas, feeling a surge of frustration, decided he'd had enough of this conversation. The psychological strain of the past night, combined with Dimitri's probing questions, had pushed him to his limit. "I need to go," he said curtly, moving to door Dimitri stood at.
Dimitri didn't move his gaze following Lucas until he was only a foot away.
As Lucas approached the door, tension coiling in his muscles, Dimitri's voice cut through the silence like a blade.
"You're just running away, Lucas. You always do," Dimitri murmured, his tone laced with a chilling certainty. "You think you can hide behind Kane, behind whatever twisted things you do in the dark? But you can't escape me. I'll be there, watching. You'll never get rid of me."
The words struck a nerve, igniting a cold fury deep within Lucas. The audacity of Dimitri—after everything Lucas had done to him—was more than he could tolerate. His vision sharpened with a psychotic clarity, his darker instincts rising to the surface. Without a second thought, he took advantage of his slightly taller frame and seized Dimitri by the hair.
In one swift, violent motion, Lucas dragged him towards the sink. The cold porcelain greeted Dimitri's forehead with a sickening crack, the impact reverberating through the confined space. Dimitri grunted in pain, the sound low and guttural, but there was no fear in his eyes—only a deranged, exhausted acceptance.
As Lucas pulled him back up, Dimitri's face was pale, his breathing ragged. Blood trickled from a fresh cut on his brow, but his expression remained unsettlingly calm, almost resigned. His voice, when he spoke, was a hoarse whisper, laced with a dark promise. "You think this changes anything, Lucas? You're fooling yourself. I've given you so many chances to end this, but you don't. Because deep down, you know you need me. And I'll make sure you suffer for that need."
The words, spoken so close to Lucas's ear, sent a shiver down his spine—a mixture of anger, fear, and something disturbingly close to understanding. Dimitri's voice was almost affectionate, as though he was speaking to a lover rather than an enemy, his words dripping with twisted affection.
No matter how hard he tried to distance himself from the madness, Dimitri had a way of pulling him back in, forcing him to confront the darkest parts of himself. And as much as he hated to admit it, there was a part of him that wasn't sure he wanted to let go.Lucas didn't stop at the sink. The rush of fury and dark satisfaction surged through him like a drug, intoxicating and impossible to resist. Dimitri's words, his twisted devotion, had pushed him past the brink of reason. He wanted to see that eerie calm on Dimitri's face shattered, replaced with the pain and fear that Lucas knew he could inflict.
Without a word, Lucas dragged Dimitri across the cold, tiled floor, his grip relentless. Dimitri didn't struggle, didn't resist—he simply watched Lucas with that same unsettling gaze, as if he were daring him, inviting the punishment.
When they reached the row of stalls, Lucas kicked one of the doors open and threw Dimitri forward, forcing his head into the toilet bowl with a brutal shove. The sound of the water splashing violently echoed in the confined space, and for a moment, Lucas hesitated, feeling the weight of what he was about to do. But the hesitation was fleeting, lost in the maelstrom of his psychotic need to dominate, to control.
He pressed down hard, keeping Dimitri's head submerged, the water bubbling around his face as he struggled for breath. Dimitri thrashed beneath him, the calm finally breaking as his body instinctively fought against the drowning. But Lucas didn't relent. The sight of Dimitri's frantic attempts to breathe only fueled his dark pleasure.
Lucas lifted Dimitri's head after a few agonizing moments, letting him gasp desperately for air, his face drenched, eyes wide with panic. But just as quickly, Lucas forced him back down into the water, pushing harder this time, his own breathing ragged with exertion and a twisted aroused excitement.
Over and over, Lucas repeated the process—dunking Dimitri into the water, holding him under until the thrashing became weaker, then yanking him up just before he could drown. He watched, mesmerized, as Dimitri's strength ebbed away, replaced by a helplessness that fed something deep and dark within Lucas.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Lucas pulled Dimitri up one last time. The boy was barely conscious, his breath coming in ragged gasps, water streaming from his hair and face. But it was the look in his eyes that caught Lucas's attention—pain, yes, but also something more, something that sent a shiver of satisfaction down Lucas's spine.
There was a glint of fear in Dimitri's eyes now, a vulnerability that had been absent before. But there was also a spark of that same twisted adoration, a look that said he would endure anything Lucas threw at him, no matter how much it hurt. It was that mix of agony and devotion that finally brought a twisted smile to Lucas's lips.
He released Dimitri, letting him slump to the floor, coughing and retching as he struggled to catch his breath. Lucas stood over him, breathing heavily, feeling the adrenaline slowly ebb away, leaving behind a cold satisfaction.
Before Lucas walked away, he crouched down next to Dimitri, who was still coughing and sputtering from the water he'd been forcefully submerged in. There was a strange, twisted satisfaction coursing through Lucas's veins, a calm that settled over him like a dark cloud. He leaned in close, his face inches from Dimitri's, watching the water drip from his soaked hair and trail down his bruised face.
With an almost affectionate smile, Lucas reached out and patted Dimitri's cheek. The gesture was so gentle, so caring, that it felt out of place given what had just transpired.
As he continued to pat Dimitri's face, his thumb brushed away a tear that had mingled with the toilet water. "There, there," Lucas cooed softly, his voice dripping with mock tenderness. "That wasn't so bad, was it? Just a little lesson in respect, Dimitri. You'll learn eventually."
The act of consoling his victim—of turning brutality into a twisted form of comfort—gave Lucas a sick sense of peace. The unease that had been clawing at him earlier melted away, replaced by a cold, psychotic clarity. This is what he needed. This control, this power over someone else's suffering—it made everything else in his life seem insignificant.
He leaned in even closer, his lips almost brushing Dimitri's ear as he whispered, "You have no idea how much I enjoyed that. And trust me, I'm going to enjoy every second of making your life a living hell. You'll never know what's coming next, but you'll always know it's going to hurt."
With that, Lucas gave Dimitri one final, almost affectionate pat on the cheek, as if he were a child who had just learned a valuable lesson. He stood up, his movements slow and deliberate, savoring the moment. As he turned to leave, a small, satisfied smile played on his lips. The heaviness in his chest had lifted, replaced by a dark satisfaction that filled him with a chilling sense of calm.
Lucas didn't look back as he exited the bathroom, the sound of Dimitri's ragged breathing fading into the background. He felt better—more centered, more himself—than he had in a long time. Before Lucas left, he paused, his eyes flicking toward the sink. Without a word, he walked over and turned on the tap, letting the water run over his hands. The coolness of the water felt grounding, as if it was washing away not just the physical remnants of what he'd done, but the emotional residue as well. He scrubbed his hands methodically, watching as the water swirled down the drain, tinged faintly with the remnants of Dimitri's blood and the grime from the bathroom.
There was a strange satisfaction in the ritual, a sense of finality that came with cleaning up after his work. Lucas let the water run for a moment longer, then turned off the tap, reaching for a paper towel. He dried his hands slowly, deliberately, savoring the calm that had settled over him.
Once his hands were dry, he crumpled the towel and tossed it into the trash. With a final, lingering glance at Dimitri—still slumped on the floor, gasping for breath—Lucas smirked to himself. He felt cleansed, in more ways than one, ready to face whatever the rest of the day might bring.
Without another word, he exited the bathroom, leaving Dimitri behind, the door closing softly as if nothing out of the ordinary had just occurred.