He’s out in the Rain (part 4)

The pale-skinned man grimaced, the young woman thought it was a disturbing smile that made her shudder and a whimper almost escaped her lips. Seeing no other option, since he was blocking her way, she turned and tried to run, run away from that man, but he grabbed her arm tightly causing her pain and a whimper between her teeth, she was suddenly cornered against a Wall. The only sound of the rain hitting the streets and roofs could be heard, and also the heavy breathing of the brown-eyed girl. Her chest rose and fell noticeably and the expectation accumulated in her body. That The guy held her so tightly, feeling the bricks of her against her back, she knew she couldn't break free easily and she looked at the mocking expression on the stranger's face.

"You're very funny," said that strange man suddenly, his voice was soft but a bit deep, a type of voice that would be perfect for a radio program, those that specialize in talking about things of the heart. The voice that many male lovers would like to have at the time of conquest.

"I was so absorbed in my thoughts a moment ago. It's annoying.", he looked at her for a moment, as if she had returned briefly to the place where her mind was recently. It's good that you showed up, so we can play for a while - she said with a crooked smile. Bewildered and drenched in rain, that was Kira, but mostly terrified. She did not dare to look at the face of that being. She just looked at the ground trying to avoid all eye contact, to avoid that hateful smile. She felt suffocated, desperate, as if thousands of ants were running through her skin and she wanted to cry so hard to release everything that was forming in her chest. The black-haired man took her firmly from her face and made her look at her face. A mocking expression appeared again on the pale man's face. At that moment the girl felt a blow of energy and taking advantage of the force exerted by that subject, she diminished, believing that she was totally dominated, she scratched the jet's face and he released the girl's arms. That individual was stunned, it seemed, according to her expression, that they had never responded to him in this way. She did not want to know anything else, she did not want to imagine that man's reaction and she ran with all her might towards her home.

Kira ran home, the fastest she had ever run in her life, hoping to finally be safe, wanting this to be just a dream, rather, it seemed like a nightmare. She felt that at any moment she was going to lose the strength in her knees and stumble like a clumsy animal in a wildlife documentary style. She ran as if her life depended on it, and possibly it did. She imagined that that man was already far from reaching her when she saw the goal, the door of her house, there was only a meter left to touch it, she would already be safe and could be calm inside... but he pushed her from behind and she crashed to the ground At least she was able to react by putting her hands before her to prevent her head from hitting the ground, at the moment she was lifted from the ground and carried without difficulty in the arms of that stranger, her heart thundered powerfully against her chest. She was rigid as a clay doll. She didn't resist, she didn't move in that man's arms, she forgot to scream, rather, she can't do it. She closed her eyes tightly and prayed inside her that this man was not going to hurt her in any way; the girl knew that this man was not an ordinary individual, that strength that she demonstrated when grabbing her, when lifting her up, was not in accordance with the constitution of her slender body. She felt that subject's anger welling up through her pores and she was sure that if she made him angry, he would kill her without hesitation at any moment.

The man ran with her in his arms, the light drizzle drenched them both and she continued with her eyes closed for most of the journey, sometimes she opened them and looked at the black-haired chest, not daring to raise her face, now for the closeness, he was able to notice that the parka was not black, but dark gray, she was able to do it at the moment that they crossed a corner very close to the illumination of the public lighting. She squeezed her eyes shut again, clenching her teeth at the same time. They arrived at a deteriorated-looking house, he released her without giving her any notice and without any consideration from her, letting her fall to the ground. She widened her eyes after smacking her butt roughly. against it, she saw that they were not in her neighborhood, where she lived there was no place similar to this house. They are in a place that is completely unknown to her; It was a spacious house, with wooden floors adorned with accumulated dust from several years of neglect, giving it a grayish color that was not original to it, and some papers, beer cans, empty food packages. Garbage everywhere you look. The walls of that room in their deterioration matched the floor, in some parts it had two shades of green, one was the light green of the wallpaper, which was suspiciously torn in sections, as if they were torn off by something's nails. or someone's, the other was a darker shade of green, the mold fed by moisture that seeped in when there were high winds and rain passed through the windows; It had some windows with broken glass. The smell of urine, humidity and dust made her home in the woman's nostrils.

Kira, still on the ground, raised her head a little, looked at that man who was standing, as motionless as a statue, arms crossed and those eyes fixed on her, those eyes so deep that they seemed to say they had seen a lot. of the world, much more than his appearance could reflect. With obvious rage, that look was directed at her, as if it were going to destroy her at any moment, as if she were a gift wrap that wrapped a Christmas present for a child, it was as if he expected her to be wrong in the slightest for him. to end his existence. The girl, being aware of that man's contempt for her, walked away from her uselessly, cornering herself in a corner of the house while tears ran down her cheeks.

"I was thinking just to take some of your blood, maybe it would kill you, but that would not be my intention. It always ends like this. Things happen," she said calmly, even nonchalantly

"Everything would be so much easier." she said as she took a few steps forward, "But no one has ever touched my face…" Her look sharpened, "Never." She immediately approached the cornered girl, who at that moment looked more like a scared rabbit being accosted by a fox.

"Your blood is ordinary," she said, snapping the fingers of her right hand. "It's not worth making a fuss about," he crouched down until he was at her height and extended his left arm next to the girl against the wall, remaining a few centimeters from her.

"Do you know why I brought you here?" He made a smile worthy of someone who had an ax behind her back and was eager to bury it in the flesh. The scared one of her only looked at her knees sobbing, avoiding at all costs having eye contact with that man, as if she were facing a predator. Which was not a mistake.

"Because I intend to stain the ground with your blood."

Hearing those words, her heart beat much harder and faster, her body shuddered, her eyes opened as wide as they could and she closed them tightly, expecting the worst without stopping trembling. Meanwhile, the man was feeling something that he had not felt for a long time: excitement. His body was beginning to react to the current situation. He himself was surprised by that.

"Alright. I'll be benevolent," he said as his arm was slowly removed from the wall.

"Earn it"

" That?", said the young woman with brown hair, completely baffled by the unexpectedness of that request, or rather, that order.

"Beg me and if you kneel maybe you can tip the scales a little in your favor. Fight for your little life", he said with a self-satisfied smile sure of the defenseless girl's response.

"No." She heard herself after several seconds of silence like a whisper on her trembling lips. She had never knelt before anyone and she, least of all, was going to kneel before a possible psychopath who would surely kill her. She wasn't going to give him that pleasure despite the fact that she was dying of fear.

The raven-haired man widened his eyes and in them you could see a beast. A feeling she had never experienced was building in his chest: Frustration. No one had said no to him, usually because they were mesmerized by his presence, or scared to the core of them; but in this case, although the fear of that young woman was palpable, she could feel that like a slap on her face, that NO, that seemed to take over that house for a moment