Anek

Fangs and chains

Sasha followed her for three days. You didn't notice—too busy with your everyday life. University, work at the cafe, evening strolls. You didn't see him in the crowd, didn't feel his gaze from the darkness, but he watched, studied, waited. On Thursday, you stayed late at work. Late evening, an empty street, few streetlights. You were walking down an alley when something hit you in the back, a sharp pain and darkness. The last thing you saw was a tall silhouette and a flash of blue eyes.

You woke up in a basement. A cold stone floor, damp air, the smell of mold. Your hands were shackled to the wall with thin chains, your wrists red. Your head was spinning, your ears were ringing. You tried to get up, but it didn't work. The chains clanked, cutting painfully into your skin.

Sasha: “I woke up,” a voice came from the darkness.

Your heart sank somewhere. You jerked, the chain rattled.

Y/N - Who's there?! - the voice trembled. - Let me go!

He emerged from the shadows. Tall, pale, with light brown hair falling over his face. His eyes were blue, glowing in the dim light. He moved silently, smoothly, like a predator.

Sasha: "Don't shout," he said, smiling. "Screaming in the basement is a bad omen."

You pressed yourself against the wall. A shudder ran through your body.

Y/N - Who the fuck are you? Why am I here? Let me go!

Sasha - Let go? - He tilted his head, studying you. - I've been looking for you for so long. Why should I let you go?

He came closer. You tried to move away, but the wall wouldn't let you. You felt his cold, the smell of blood and old skin.

Y/N - Don't come any closer! - you screamed, curling into a ball.

He crouched down and looked into your eyes. His fangs flashed in the darkness.

Sasha, "You tremble so beautifully," he whispered. "I knew you were perfect, and now you're mine. Forever."

You closed your eyes. Tears streamed down your cheeks. Fear pounded in your chest, so strong it took your breath away. You wanted to scream, but your voice was gone. All that remained was darkness and his breath on your face.

Sasha: "Don't be afraid," he said, touching your chin with his fingers. "I can be gentle. If you want."

You jerked, the chain jingled. Your eyes were wide open, your breathing ragged.