Luca was furious, and she had a perfectly good reason to be so, too, in her mind. How dare they give her a roommate without even asking her about it! Well, if it was cute guy, maybe she wouldn't exactly mind, but it still pissed her off that they didn't have her permission! While walking to the apartment, she wondered what this Dino guy could be like. What if he was some psycho serial killer? She could definitely handle him if he was, though. With her trusty knife, she could easily gut-
A whip cracking from inside the apartment stopped her thoughts. A whip cracking. She really hoped he wasn't into some kinky shit. She didn't exactly feel like getting handcuffed to the bed and getting fucked to no end with chains or something. Briefly, her mind wondered how it would feel to be fucked with chains. Ouch. When her stomach rolled at the sick thought, she quickly shook it away with a disapproving frown.
After a moment of hesitation, Luca slowly pushed the door opened and peered inside. She'd been told it was a two-bedroom apartment, complete with the mentioned two bedrooms, a large bathroom, a living room, and a nice kitchen. The people had also touched on the topic of how it was supposed to be completely clean and had a great view of the city. It'd sounded great, and it was close to her workplace. Of course she'd agreed to it. They'd left out one very important detail, however.
Another whip cracking noise startled her.
A roommate. Probably a freaky one, at that.
With a hard swallow, the Italian girl stepped into the apartment. She softly closed the door behind her and stared down the narrow hall leading deeper into this claimed perfect apartment. She opted to carefully walked down the hall, single blue suitcase in tow. She discovered that the first doorway on the right was the bathroom, and the one to the left was the kitchen. Both rooms checked out clear and lived up to her expectation. She made note of the unpacked boxes in each room and continued on her catious path.
The hallway ended at an open room, which, she assumed, was the living room. From her temporary spot beside a potted plant about a foot away from the open, probably dangerous, room, she could see a large window on the opposite wall, facing her. It certainly looked like it had a satisfactory view, but she wanted to get a closer look at it. The only problem was-
Whip crack. Yell.
Luca blinked in surprise. That was a rather girly-sounding yell. It almost sounded like the person had whipped themself. Either that, or they'd already captured someone and was currently torturing them in the living room! Luca couldn't just stand by and let that happen!
Determined to help the girl that was most likely being raped with chains- ouch -Luca jumped around the corner, hoping to take the rapist by surprise, only to be swiftly knocked down. She fell back with her eyes squeezed shut tightly, a groan escaping her lips. After a taking a moment to regain herself, she quickly snapped her eyes back open and looked at whatever had knocked her down.
Make that whoever. Specifically, a blonde male. His face was contorted in a weird look, like he'd just tasted something horribly sour, and there was a thin, red mark on his cheek. He looked to be a bit taller that Luca, but it was hard to tell with him sitting down like that.
He slowly opened his eyes, his expression fading to one of simple pain, and took a moment to, Luca assumed, organize his thoughts. When he perked up like he'd realized something, she was sure he was fine. She was just about to ask him if he was the victim of rape by chains and make her prencence known when they locked gazes.
Almost immediately, chills raced down the girl's spine like a skitting mouse. There was something about those captivating eyes that just about drove her to moaning, and if it hadn't been for her concious mind, she probably would've moaned. How awkward that would've been.
"S-Sorry!" the weird man said out of the blue, catching Luca off-guard. When she gave a hesitant nod, he scrambled to his feet and rushed to the kitchen.
"Where's the fire?" Luca muttered to herself. Probably on his face, she realized, remembering that odd mark on his cheek. It'd looked like a whip mark, so maybe he'd actually whipped himself, like she'd first though?
Filled with a sense of curiousity, the girl stood up. She placed a slim hand on the wall for a moment, still a bit dizzy from the tumble, then started towards the kitchen. She slowly peeked around the corner and blinked when she caught sight of the man standing in front of the sink, pressing what looked to be a damp towel against his injured cheek.
She slowly looked him over, noting the colorful tattoos on his arm that the short sleeves of his t-shirt allowed her to see. He had a slim, attractive figure and a nice face that his somewhat messy hair really seemed to set off. Obviously, her wish for a cute roommate had been granted. She took a moment to silently thank the gods, turning her gaze up to the ceiling.
A thump brought her back from her thanks, and she found herself again looking at the boy, who was now lying face-down on the floor, like he'd tripped over something. There wasn't anything around his feet, though, Luca noticed with a frown. He hadn't really tripped over his own feet, had it?
Well, like the apartment, there were probably some catches with this blonde beauty. She would just have to get used to them.