A/N: I'm thinking of making a love triangle, but I don't know who Len's rival is going to be. Oliver? Mikuo? Kaito? Others? I could use some feedback on this.
She keeps trying to run away.
Trying every single window and door, attempting to sneak out with every staff member she comes across. Desperately searching for a signal or landline phone. Even sending texts and calls she knows won't go through.
It's truly pathetic and adorable at the same time. Part of me wants to tease her and allow her to wander off, only to pull her back in. Her spirit is admirable, but easily crushed.
Those little friends of hers probably ran crying to the police. I will laugh if they manage to find us. After all the years, I've learned how to hide my footprints very well. I had to.
People these days rely on technology too much. Then they wonder why they get scammed, spied on, lack privacy, and the list goes on. Now guess who holds the advantage in this situation? I have nothing for people to track, no ways of contemporary communication, no way for others to hunt me down.
I found her just a few hours ago on a window sill. Fourth floor. Utterly reckless and stupid.
Her foot slipped.
She screamed as she fell and screamed even more when I caught her. The very sound stimulated my insides. Such a pleasing, wonderful sound. If only she screamed more often.
Her cute face is scrunched up in fright. She peeks at me from the corners of her eyes while trying, and failing, to calm down. I'm surprised by how light she is. Truly my doll, mine to hold and play with as I desire. But a toy isn't supposed to run away.
"Where do you think you're going?" I whisper in her ear.
Not answering, she squirms out of my arms and scampers away. Stumbling over the grass, she swiftly picks herself up and rushes back inside without daring to spare me another glance. What a rude girl she is, after I just saved her life.
Lowering my still stupidly outstretched arms, I shrug and head into my bedroom. I stare at my bed. Most couples share a bed. We ought to sleep together. Just sleeping in the same room would be enough.
Perhaps it would be better if I chained her to my bedpost.
I can still picture her pale face, feel her weight on my arms, her breath tickling my neck, the softness and warmth of her body. A lovely body I want to take control of. The desire burns away at the little emotion I have left.
Dammit.
I shouldn't have let her go so quickly back then.
Where is the little doll now? Drowning her sorrows in whatever room she's sleeping in? Poking away at another, horribly simple sandwich? Watching that damned television I should have gotten rid of long ago?
I go to each possible room and find her curled up on the floor of the bedroom all the way at the end of the house, rather difficult for the average person to find in the maze of hallways. Did she choose it on purpose in hopes that I wouldn't find her? Precious. And naïve.
I know every inch of this house. All nine floors and each and every room. No one can escape me here, and no one can trap me. Unless it's on a balcony.
Upon entrance, she jumps up at the sight of me.
"W-What are you doing here?" She quivers.
I'm bursting with laughter at her unchanging simplicity. "I live here. This entire mansion belongs to me."
"What do you want?" She asks.
"You know the answer to that, I'm sure."
In a heartbeat, I'm on top of her. She's sitting with her back against the wall as I lazily straddle her like a cat. My hands against hers, I lean in.
Gently, I graze over her cheek dangerously close to her lips. Her cheeks grow hot and flushed as a tear escapes from her right eye.
Nimbly, I catch it with my tongue and savor the salty fluid. Yet it's another fluid I crave.
As I move down her body, my attacks grow stronger.
I nip at her white neck and smile at every bruise I leave behind. Her smooth collarbone is like a juicy bone to the wolf that I am. She lets out a small cry of pain as I bite down hard. It sends shudders through my body. But there is still so much to explore.
Her body tenses as I reach a rather sensitive area. Her patience is wearing thin. Still, I am unable to stop myself and buttons go flying as I rip open her white blouse. A graceful, but admittedly plain piece of light yellow fabric adorns her smooth breasts. Disappointingly small, but I continue to love every part of her.
Approaching her cautiously as a hunter would a rabbit, I start with light caresses over the tops. The creamy softness is like nothing I have ever experienced. Pecks turn into licks. My tongue runs over the sweet treat and I indulge myself in vanilla goodness.
"P-Please get away." She whimpers, fully knowing it's no use.
Her pleas only fed the growing hunger inside me and I reach to tear off the yellow cotton barrier between me and the cherry on the tip of the ice cream. Her leg tenses beneath me and I sense a potential threat to my banana. As if that will stop me.
But diving into a pot of gold today would only ruin the rest of the journey. One treasure is for the halfway point, the other is for our ending.
I tease her for a moment, lingering my hand over the fragile line between us. Then I pull away and relief spreads over face.
"Don't think I'm done with you." I murmur.
To add to the dramatics of it, I slink away without another sound, leaving her vandalized and gaping.
Today was a good day.
