Prey

Veronica and I made the decision to get a drink at the little bar tucked away around the corner one freezing winter's evening. She's thinking about my issue.

There's a lovely glow from the pale yellow lights, and the tavern is silent. Looking at me, she added, "Let's call the police."

“All right... I'm incredibly afraid. He made threats against my management. I fear he actually carried it out.” I took a brief break before continuing. “I'm suffering enough alone, there's no need to drag anyone else into suffering with me.”

After I had done talking, I sipped on a Chivas 25. I gently shook the wine glass back and forth as I held it in my fingers. Veronica is always worrying about me. Her eyes glowed with anxiety and insecurity, reminiscent of an autumnal landscape with dense, black clouds overhead.

I said, taking a look at it. One can never predict what he will do. He had unrestricted access to my flat and could even find his way to my school. How much does he know about me, I wonder?

With a bitter smile, I said. “I think he knows where I am already.” I remarked and propped my chin.

“Don't make such jokes.” She paled and gave me a glance.

“Who knows.” I burst out laughing and suddenly stopped, take one more tiny sip.

My phone's screen brightened, and a text message from an unidentified number showed up.

UNKNOWN: Comeback home.

After reading it and giving it some thought, I decided to head home. Once more, he is acting out." I set the wine glass down.

“Should I bring you home?” She touched my shoulder with her hand. "Okay?"

“Well, if I die, I will die alone.” My hand touched hers.

“So what do you think I am to you?” Her gaze was a little downward.

“To me, you are the most significant individual. Rest assured, I'll be alright.” I got up, put on my coat, and grabbed my purse. "Well, I only had a small amount of alcohol and was still conscious enough to get myself home."

“So, just remember to exercise caution, ok? Don't forget to text me if you need help. Keep in mind to tap the bracelet if you are unable to send a message.” I absolutely appreciate that she worries about me all the time.

It's a sensor bracelet that she was referring to. The opponent's bracelet will light up as well; just give it a slight touch. Regardless of its distance, it will be illuminated. It was Veronica’s birthday present to me the previous year.

With anxiety flickering in my eyes with every step, I moved carefully under the dull streetlights. My heart was pounding as I hid in solitude amid the dense darkness. I continue to feel anxious with each step I take into the night wind.

I sensed someone's shadow in the shadows, softly following me like a ghost. Gentle footfall are a reflection of closeness, which heightens anxiety. I felt the warmth of that person on the back of my neck and rapidly inhaled. Even if the streetlight provided the only way out of the impending unseen darkness and revealed a bright world, remorse and perplexity continued to rise in my heart.

It's him.

He said, blowing his breath on the back of my neck with. “What a disobedient bird you are.” I sensed his hands descending from my shoulders and his arms encircling my abdomen. “Hm?”

Please refrain from stroking my stomach while you chat to me. My gut felt knotted, like I was about to have reflux. My fingertips are numb from the winter wind. I was breathing quickly in and out.

With his right hand up, he covered my mouth, says. “Breathe slowly, or you'll get a sore throat.”

He made a nice gesture and spoke in a friendly tone that slightly touched my heart. But since he was the one who had broken into my house and threatened me, I forced myself to calm down.

He slipped his left hand inside my shirt. What the hell does he think he's doing? Dammit. I turned around and held his hand right away, turning to face him.

There's a man in front of me with a nice mature face. That person had amber eyes that gleamed like priceless pearls, and hair as black as silk at night. He obviously grew powerful, manly features on his face. This man has a subtle charm that is highlighted by the confidence in his gaze and the peace that emanates from his movement.

I got up and said something. "Don't even think about touching me with your fucking filthy hands."

I retreated a few steps and face the man in front of me, my eyes wide with panic. My hands clenched around one another. All I can think of right now is that I need to purchase an taser.

It's so chilly, my nose is running. There was hardly anything else on my mind. Remove the paper from your bag and wipe it. Not only was my nose running, but I thought I almost cried.

Why me? Why me? Why? Why? Why?

I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. I removed my phone from my bag. I received the call from my manager. He was staring at me when I turned to look at him. However, it must be. I am his intended target.

His sight. I felt violated each time his stare touched me, like prey trapped in the predator's seductive spotlight.

The man raised his voice icily, his tone as low as a bitter wind: "Pick it, and turn on the speakerphone." His tone was commanding and his voice had the sternness of a cruel commander, giving me the impression that he had unstoppable power.

I went along. In order for him to hear you, pick the phone and put the speakerphone on, so we could both listen. He gazed at me nonstop. My lips grumbled and quivered, as if someone were squeezing my lungs.

“How come you're calling me at this hour?” My voice trembled as I tried to sound normal.

My manager took a long time to reply. That kind of silence for every second. My breathing became considerably more difficult.

"Lilith, the two police officers from earlier. They told me about the mishap they experienced on their way to work. One suffered a head injury and the other had a fractured left arm and leg." She continued to hesitate and my heart was beating rapidly.

I heard her go on. "Don't worry, they've already sent someone else to look into your case."

“Alright, I get it now. Good night.”

I shut off the phone, and he came running over, pushing me up against the wall. I felt a sudden sensation of constriction, which made me lose my balance. I sensed the danger growing in his eyes from the breath of the near surrounding. I felt the menace of warmth and the grasp of space as darkness suddenly enveloped me.

“It won't just be an accident the next time.” if you fail to obey. You’re not the one who is harmed."

What has he said recently? Did he intentionally do it? Was there any harm he did to two cops? Did he cause the policeman any harm? Was it what he intended to do all along?

He’s insane. He’s insane. He is truly insane. He's a fucking insane. How on earth is he capable of this?

My thoughts are frantic. I thought I could look into my own bleak future. Why must I put up with this fucking crap?

Why me? Why am I the one who has to suffer? How come?

I'm selfish. I'm a selfish whore. There will be someone else if it's not me. But that's how selfish I want to be. All I want is to go about my daily life in peace.

Perhaps it's me who's insane. I'm insane. I’m insane. I’m insane. I’m… insane.

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