Chapter 7

"Who the fuck are you?!"

A voice so hoarse and croaky pierced through Eve's ears reminding him just what kind of hell he had walked into. It sounded as though the one speaking had been possessed by some kind of demon. It seemed as though he had long lost connection with humanity and rationality. 

That, if he even had in the first place.

Eve could see nothing but darkness as the vile devil smothered him roughly into a mattress. Although he was unable to see the face, he could feel the rough hands on either side of his head, and the coldness coming from the body above him which held him firmly in place.

All of a sudden, he felt something icy locking around his wrist, but soon realised the locks were just hands.

Emotions suddenly became too hazy to explain, and the discomfort from all around him started to drown him. Eve struggled to breathe or even move because of the heavy and furious body that appeared ready to attack. 

It's as if the cold body above him was on full alert. 

Eve didn't dare utter a word, because the whole new world of fear he had just discovered made it impossible for him to let out a signal noise out of his mouth. All he could do was groan in discomfort and try to fight back. 

Though he should hurry because the menacingly deep and heavy breaths tripling over his face appeared to be running out of patience which is definitely not a good sign for a helpless and kind-hearted Eve. 

A low and deep grunting sound resembling a wild animal erupted into the air sending goosebumps down Eve's entire writhing body. 

He was desperately trying to escape. But, all his efforts were in vain. When he didn't quit moving, he felt a much heavier body pressing down on him that forced him to stop moving. 

A hand colder than the ice came in contact with his hot skin and he shivered. 

"Ahng!" 

He gasped heavily as the air from his throat was cut when a strong and ragged hand abruptly came in contact with his neck with the intention of choking him to death. He whimpered from the suffocation, like a fish out of water. 

He was on the verge of fainting but he fights against his consciousness and uses his full strength, which was in vain because he was again pushed into the bed. The larger body above him flipped him over onto his stomach, one hand slammed his face into the mattress brutally suffocating him, while grabbing Eve's wrist with the other hand and violently twisting it behind his back, causing Eve to scream in agony.

Eve's struggles made matters worse for himself, as the devil disguised as a human twice his size drove insane from his actions.

"Quit struggling!" the gruffy dead voice exclaimed firmly. The voice directly huffing besides his ears, even his breath was cold. 

What a dumb demand at a time like this. 

However, not knowing who was strangling you in a dark closed room only ten folds his nervousness. Eve's nerves couldn't handle the madness when he felt the whole body weighing down on his back. His heavy cries turned into bothersome wailings, tears rolled down his temple. 

"Who are you?" 

The devil became enraged by Eve's cries and squeezed his neck with his strong hand. Eve's writhing and whimpering changed into loud, obscene sobs, which made the devil let go of his hold on him slightly but kept holding on it firmly. 

"R-R-Room–r-roommate," Eve heaved aggressively for air. 

And then silence, maybe for a few minutes. 

Eve gave in helplessly, he closed his eyes exhaling a tormenting breath and his tormentor too didn't increase the pressure. 

"How dare they give me a roommate?"

Eve, paralysed in place, couldn't do anything, didn't have the energy to move, speak or to think properly. The last thing he remembered was the devil slipping away above him before his exhausted body drifted to unconsciousness. 

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Dorm 3435. 

Sage stormed into the room, slamming the door shut in River's face.

"What's paining you in the ass again?" River scoffed. His face was nothing like how it was a few moments ago in front of Eve. Now a firm scowl settled there. 

He wanted to calm his roommate first but the latter didn't seem in the mood for it. 

"Nothing! And that's the problem," Sage turned around with a bitter expression. River froze on the spot and gulped, his eyes turned dark as he saw the fire of desperation burning in his best friend's eyes. 

An overwhelming wave of lust shoots through his eyes but he restrains himself to not to tackle the younger boy in front of him. "Wh-What?" 

Sage looked him dead in the eyes and let out in a hushed voice. "Nothing is paining me in the ass and that's the problem." 

River couldn't move or take his eyes off the beautiful boy. He has long ago given in and accepted that he has never seen anyone more gorgeous than Sage. 

"Did you tell him that you're a fuckboy?" Sage asked, his eyes suddenly filling with hurt, his wounded heart from unrequited feelings pained because he could never make his roommate feel what he feels for him. 

"I'm not a fuckboy," River exclaimed, gritting his jaw and looking away, he didn't know what had gotten into the boy he cared most in this whole fucking school.  

"Well, you fucked me in the name of helping me when I got here," Sage accused River, feeling betrayed and inferior. He's always afraid that River will ask the newbies the same questions he asked him upon his arrival, and this is where his overthinking and insecurities began to play havoc in his mind. "Didn't you say you'd help him?"

Sage and River have always been an odd couple of roommates. River arrived first and immediately fought his way to the top, earning the respect and title to never mess with because he was a strong-willed boy with a strong body and personality. He never wants to get into fights, but when he does, he makes sure he wins. However, it became so frequent that the only thing he did other than sleep was fight; the school transformed his happy-go-lucky personality into a professional fighter, and he became addicted to it. His knuckles began to itch, when they weren't landing on someone's face. When the students learned not to mess with him and no one dared to pick a fight with him, his aggression morphed into desperation. River craved the tiredness of his body in order to sleep comfortably, but the fact that he was no longer able to fight and let out his anger irritated him so much that the moment Sage, his new roommate, opened the door, he knew exactly what he wanted from him.

Sage, the new and quiet boy who tried his best to keep his distance from everyone and stay isolated, but he attracted the attention of others and was toyed with. He went to River for help while crying and covered in bruises. River, being a psycho, didn't feel sorry for him, but his crying in agony and puffy eyes innocently looking up at him piqued his interest, and when he felt his pants tighten at the sight of a small body trembling and sniffling cutely, he agreed to help him in exchange for something despicable.

"I don't fuck everyone I help," River shrieked as he approached his roommate. "What is going on in your head, Ziggy? I thought you were smarter than me."

"Then why are you so eager to help that new kid?" Sage yelled, he never expected to fall for an idiot like River who doesn't understand his own feelings. 

"Does this make me a fuckboy?" River scowled at him.

"Doesn't it?" Sage felt a pain in his chest. "Don't you think that boy and I were very similar when I arrived here, scared and a weakling? You blackmailed me into sleeping with you if I didn't want to be pushed around by those bullies."

River aggressively grabbed his jaw and drew his face closer, their lips touched for a split second before River steady his balance and drew back a bit. 

Sage instantly missed the feeling even though it was just an accident. 

"Watch what you say! I presented you with an offer; I did not force you to accept it. I made you an offer, and you accepted it. I gave you an option that you could have declined."