Midnight Show

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“What do you think you’re doing?” he said in an angry tone and frowning.

HOLY S**T F**K WHAT THE F*CK SHOULD F*CKING DO?!?!

There’s no escape, I’ll definitely get arrested again. If I run right now, then he’ll snitch, if I surrender I’ll get myself arrested, if I talk and ask for mercy, then who knows what he will do to me?! It’s either I surrender myself or run.

I can’t fight this guy, he’s too large for me and I’ll definitely get my bones cracked!

There’s only one solution left.

I can’t believe I am doing this. It’s only for emergencies.

I drank the half-filled glass of gin, put the wallet on the table, and marched toward him.

And kissed him.

I kissed him passionately, holding his neck with both of my hands, begging him not to snitch. As our lips crashed onto each other, our tongues met and intertwined, twirling.

He pushed me and exhaled, catching his breath after the unexpected kiss I gave him, I saw his blushing expression. He then wiped his mouth, touched my shoulder, and pulled me for another kiss.

I was surprised. I didn’t expect him to like it.

As we continue our deep kiss, not letting each other breathe, not breaking the kiss. I pushed him into the car, struggling to walk, while I kept up and reached his height.

We entered the 3rd bathroom stall, I locked the booth, he caught his breath and I leaned against the booth. I gazed into his eyes. They were begging for something, craving for something, desiring something.

He lusts for me.

This is my last choice not to get arrested. I’ll give this guy what he wants.

He continued the kiss. As we kissed, he reached for my shorts, opened the buttons, and unzipped them. He pulled my shirt down, not even looking. He was so focused on kissing me and our tongues twirling.

Wait, what is this?

I tasted coppery liquid in my mouth while he was kissing me. It didn’t bother him, he kept kissing me and pressing his knees onto my crotch. His right hand pressed on my shoulder and his left hand was on my neck, making sure that I wouldn’t squirm my way out and keep myself steady. I held onto his shoulder for support.

My legs were weak, my knees weren’t stable for standing up much longer with his knees pressing my sensitive p***y. I never had this feeling for a while. Just a kiss and a knee makes me so wet.

Then, I realized what was the coppery taste.

It was blood.

He bit my lip.

WHAT THE F*CK?! WHAT IS HE DOING?! WHY IS HE DOING THAT?!

He pulled himself and broke the kiss. My eyes saw his bloody lips and him licking them, he smirked, he was satisfied at the taste of my blood.

“I…want more…” he breathly said.

I felt a sudden desire to sleep. I feel sleepy because of a reason that I do not know. I want to close my eyes and dream something.

But, right now? In this situation? I can’t sleep with a guy wanting to f*ck me and who also bit me too hard. I get the idea that he’s drunk but he doesn’t reek of alcohol.

Maybe he just likes biting. I don’t know.

He came close to my neck, I felt goosebumps at his breath. He pecked my neck and then licked it. He started from the bottom to the top until it reached my jawline. He bit and sucked the skin of my jaw, then he licked it. He licked his way to my shoulders, I felt a sharp thing. When I took a glance to look at what the sharp feeling was on my shoulder.

It was a fang, a sharp fang on my shoulder.

He dragged the fang closer to my neck, creating a line of blood. He sunk his teeth into my flesh. However, I couldn’t react to it due to the intense desire to sleep right now.

I think I drank a sleeping pill.

My eyes started to roll back but when I heard him sipping my blood loudly, I woke up and forced myself to stay awake. I can’t think of anything and I can’t try to focus on anything but him sipping my blood.

I want to move but my body feels weak as hell.

He pulled but when he saw my blood dripping from my shoulders, he stuck his tongue out to lick and sip it.

“I can’t make a mess here,” he said while his cheeks flushed.

He got down on me and started kissing my thighs. I whimpered weakly as I watched him kiss it. I wanted to cover my mouth but my arms were too weak to move and the only thing I could do was watch him kiss my thighs.

I knew what he was about to do next.

He sunk his fangs in my thighs. He traced his finger from my thighs to my p*nties. His finger traced my wet pa*ties back and forth, relieving the pain from the bite.

“Does it feel better?” he asks. “Or..” he pulled his fang out and let the blood drip.

“You want them in?”

I was too weak to speak, the pleasure he gave me made me quiet too, also the bites.

“No? Alright then, don’t fall asleep.”

He stopped his finger, he used it to take them off. My p*nties fell to the ground as he licked the dripping blood from my thighs. It was clear in his eyes that he was excited when he saw it. Even though he didn’t show any reaction.

He grabbed my wrist. He opened his mouth, preparing for a bite while focusing on my half-open eyes.

I can’t keep myself up anymore. I wanna sleep. I’m passing out.

The last thing that my eyes saw were his sharp fangs, digging deep into my lower arm.