A hot mess

Chapter 14

Aria

"Are you being serious right now?" I scoffed, struggling to hold my grip.

"Very, sweetheart. I am not a hero that saves lives for free. You either trade something with me or forget it. Tomorrow morning, your Mom will find your brain splattered against the pavement and would scream for the gruesome death of her daughter. And I will watch from the background while others console her. Then I will say, she had the chance to choose but fell with her pride," He muttered with an evil smile that irked my senses.

"You are f*****g possessed." I yelled, holding on to my dare life.

"What can I say?, I surpassed the devil even in his own game. So a mere human like you is nothing but a waste of time." He turned his back on me and my hands were already giving up on me.

Any minute from now, I would fall to my death. And my only hope of surviving was the devil before me. If I don't hold on to him, I'll surely die and meet the real Satan in hell.

"What exactly do you?" I asked, swallowing my pride.

"Now you are talking." He turned around and faced me again.

The little time he delayed almost cost me my life because the roof edge extended out again.

My heart raced so fast that I could hear it beat from my chest. The pressure of my situation kept weighing down on me, causing my anxiety to increase.

I am f*****g scared of right now.

"Choose between the two, Fingers or c**k?"

"What?!" I growled angrily.

"I won't repeat myself. So choose," he muttered darkly.

I pressed my lips into a thin line, feeling pressured by his question. If I refuse to choose, he would let me fall to my death.

And I can't afford to let my Mom suffer another heartache. She already lost my father and won't be losing me soon.

Once I made my decision, I glared at him and said,“Fingers." His lips curved up with an evil smile and with one hand, he pulled me up like I weighed nothing.

"Let's get down to business, shall we?" He grimaced and I felt like killing him instantly but that was only in my imagination.

He yanked me by my hair and flung me onto my bed. I tried to run but he trapped with his strong hold.

"Where do you think you are going, little w***e?" he mocked me.

"Don't call me that. I'm not a w***e. So please don't use that word on me," I cautioned him even though it was useless.

"I call you whatever I want and you carry it like a label if I say so, Whore." He repeated the name again and I subconsciously hit him.

It was only when he turned his face back to me that I realized that I had slapped him.

My heart raced from terror over what I did. I shouldn't have hit him but I was only reacting because he provoked me.

However, that was not the case for me, whether he provoked me or not, I shouldn't have hit him.

His blue eyes glared at me darkly, like he was going to devour me and end my life like he has always promised.

I couldn't find my voice to apologize because my inner mind was too stubborn to admit fault.

"You shouldn't have called me a w***e. I am not like that," I mumbled in a low voice.

He narrowed his eyes at me and brought his hand on my neck. He pressed down on my throat until I could feel his thumb poke my bone.

Just like I assumed, he was trying to kill me and I didn't fight him back because I know that wasn't wrong.

When I refused to deflated to his expectation, beg for his mercy or cry like a weakling, he decided to let go and kissed me instead.

I was stunned by his kiss knowing that Evander wasn't the kind who would willing kiss a girl like me especially with his EYES closed.

He pried my lips apart, biting down on my bottom lip until I let out a painful whimper. He swallowed the whole of my mouth, tangling and pulling my tongue into his.

I just stayed unmoved let him do what he wanted. When he gets bored, he would leave me.

"f**k it! Why wouldn't you bulge? What f**k doing to me, Aria?!" he yelled, like he was the one being hurt and assaulted.

"How dare you ask me that?" I grumbled with spite in my voice. Now he is having mixed emotions? what an asshole.

He looked at me, his chest heaving up and down like he had ran a race which I don't care about.

"You!" he growled, narrowing his icy eyes at me. "Don't get too cozy and arrogant because I let you. Next time, I will hurt you badly and I mean every word I say," he said and like that he got off me, leaving my room instantly.

I let out the pent-up air I didn't know I was holding once he was gone. I was so scared that he would hurt me and when he didn't, a part of me felt grateful that he left.

As my body relaxed from the built up tension, I finally let myself fall asleep knowing that I won't be hunted for the rest of the night.

But before I wandered off to my dream land, I didn't fail to notice that figure that hid in the shadows, watching me from the left corner of my room.

Deep down in my mind, I felt unexpectedly safe. Like I wouldn't be hurt by the figure lingering in the shadows because it had just let me go a while ago.

As I grew less conscious, barely seeing the figure in the dark, I muttered his name Evander just to be sure before I dozed off.