I frantically kicked my feet trying to escape his grasp. To my surprise, this guy was pretty strong for someone who ate a lot of unhealthy stuff. Alfred held my wrists firmly on the bed post while leaving a trail of kisses from the nape of my neck down to my fully developed breasts. I shuddered in shock and let out a wary moan as he smirked noticing my reaction.

"A-Alfred, you bastard" I gave him a hard glare

He cooed in my ear lustfully, "Say it. Say my name again with that beautiful voice of yours~"

Now he was really getting on my nerves. My face seemed to turn crimson with rage every time he made contact with me… which was pretty much every second of this. Alfred began to hastily bite off the lacey undergarments that were uncomfortably soaked with his mouth. Pools of blue orbs were locked onto my almost naked body, which was draped onto the bed sheets in a surprisingly inviting manner. Once my underwear was completely off, he embedded his length inside me with forceful thrusts. I twisted, turned, and arched my back trying to indicate the strong feeling of pain coming from my core.

The blonde placed his hands on my hips keeping me in place as he continued to thrust into me. He leaned down onto my breasts and kissed me in the roughest way possible while rubbing the inside of my thigh with his free hand. My eyes shot open, but fluttered shut as soon as he began to fasten the pace. A moan erupted from my lips as I gasped for air in between. The atmosphere in the bedroom soon became humid, filled with lustful cries most of which came from my lips. It was somewhat enhancing and enjoyable to me- Wait, what was I saying?

I couldn't have been enjoying this could I? Well, Alfred sure was a terribly hot human being with the cliché blonde lifeguard look and the sensual blue eyes that could get any girl he ever wanted with a simple glance. Why would I not be attracted to him in this way? Maybe it was just the feeling that when this was all over, we'd never see each other again. It's like a short scene of sexual encounters that lasts for only one night. Or maybe I'm just mad about him drugging me and raping me so suddenly. My thoughts were seized when I felt I pang of pain in my wrists.

My vision soon turned blurry and filled up my eyes with darkness.

I woke up in the same room by the bright lights seeping through the cracks of the window. Yawning, I blinked and suddenly jolted back at the sight of a different figure on top of me. Instead of expecting blue orbs looking down at me, I saw dark crimson ones. It had a different, more demonic aura to the owner of them that made me shiver for a brief second. My eyes widened in revelation as screamed while putting all of my strength into trying to make the stranger disappear. I let out a wary cry for help.

"SOMEONE HELP! WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?" I sobbed in between my words

His eyes turned from stern to being filled with sympathy and concern, "You have this all wrong I'm not trying to hurt you!" He held up his hands in a defensive position. I only glared in response.

"I highly doubt that."

"Here, I'm only trying to help you." To much of my surprise, he managed to untie the well knotted ropes that were put firmly around my wrists. He gave me a crooked smile and put his hand up to me. "Grab my hand, I'll help you up."

I only replied in an irritated tone with the faint taste of fury. While slapping his hand away I struggled to sprint out of the room, "I don't even know who you are. Just leave me-" I froze in place as I slowly looked down onto my feet, finding a pair of sky blue eyes on mine.

"What did you do to Alfred?" I never left Alfred's eyes as I asked with worry in my tone.

"I saw him on you… it kinda looked like rape to me. Pfft, you should be thankful for the awesome me coming in at the right time." He gave a chuckle and eyed me up and down.

What is with his sudden change in attitude from concern to over the top cockiness? There's always one way to find out who my supposed knight in shining armor is.

I mumbled a curse at his last comment, "Yeah thanks. It still isn't good to beat him up."

"Sure I guess. So..."

I crossed my arms, "You still haven't answered my question."

"And what would your question be…?"

"Who the hell are you?" I spoke in a monotone voice with impatience.

"I will only reveal my name until you tell me yours and possibly give me your number." He winked.

I just stared blankly, "Are you serious?"

"I am always serious."

With a sigh I gave him my number, "…and don't you go spamming me with text messages."

"I won't don't worry sweetie~"

You violently nudged him. "So what's your name you little prick?"

With a sassy smirk he stated his name in the most proud demeanor, "Gilbert Beilschmidt, the one and only awesome person on the face of this earth! What about you?"

For some reason, his name stuck inside my like stinking cheese on a hot summer pavement. Maybe he was someone who'd stick forever? He might be a friend? All I know is that "Gilbert" might be the biggest asshole in the world.

Author's Note: Hey guys~ I just wanted to add something lighthearted there because I write too much angst. At least it kinda sounds good?

Message me I don't bite. 8)