Innocent Mask

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Using my other foot, I was able to take my balance back. Giving out a sigh of relief, I quickly recovered and jumped my way to the firm floor. Panting, I let my knees give in, slumping down the floor. After a minute or two, my breathing went to normal, my body still covered with sweat. I feel so sticky and tired, a hot bath is a must after this is finished.

Tying my oversized hoodie around my waist, I stretched my body before turning the doorknob open. A creaking sound followed as I push the door open. A man wearing the same mask we saw in the tablet, greeted me.

"First one to arrive, Queen of Remington. Welcome to my den!" He greeted me with a grin in his face as a hint of lust flashed from his hazel eyes. His body is quite thin, his hairstyle is messy curls, and the way he dresses indicates his place on this island. Seeing how faded the color of his black shirt and pants, he is probably a scholar.

The room was dim-lit and only the middle part can be seen, where the man was sitting. Not even a small part of the walls can be seen. As the darkness swallows everything else other than us, I'm not sure where I am, or what kind of room this is.

"Examining my features already? You always had that calculating look, mixed with your cold aura and sad eyes. All-black outfits, savage tongue, simple and minimalistic designs, and your perfect manipulation. I know almost everything you do, where you go, who you talk to, and your preferences. Out of all the perfect students here, only you were able to catch my attention, to the point that I became obsessed with you. Approaching you took all of the courage I have, but you turned me into a laughingstock. It's only right for me to take my revenge, am I right, Queen of Remington?" He said, walking around the room while playing with a dagger in his hand and ending his words in a mocking tone.

"Why do you keep on calling me the Queen of Remington? What did I even do to you? If you want revenge, take it out on me and don't put my friends in danger. You won't like the consequences," I stated in a threatening tone. Want to take revenge on me? That's not for you to decide, jerk.

"Aren't you the Queen? This island is called Remington, named by an ancestor from your own family. The Shiba family was the richest family when this island was opened, then it went down the rankings, but stayed within the top five. I wonder, what happened back then for it to lose its rightful place?" He asked in a mocking tone.

Clenching my fist, I wasn't able to control my anger and landed a punch on his face. He stumbled down to the floor, his lips were bleeding and his left cheek were swollen red. He looked at me with amusement and a smirk on his face, and I gave him a glare. Should have punched him stronger than that, so that smirk on his face would disappear.

When my anger mellows down, I noticed that his mask was gone, revealing his full face. He looked very thin, dark circles under his hazel eyes. Why is he so familiar...

My eyes widened when I realized who he is. "You're that guy who went running to me to report the fire! The coward who was scared just because of my yell, that is you? You looked so innocent, but just like the saying, "don't judge a book by its cover." It really is you, huh," I said, shocked at first. That concludes why his figure was familiar.

"Ah, you finally remembered our last meeting, but not the first. I should remind you then. It was your second week at this college. I approached you in front of many people and asked you out for a friendly date. Wanna know your answer? "I don't have time for your games. If there is nothing else, senior, I'll go first." Those were the exact words that came from your own mouth, then the students there laughed and teased me. Some even took a video and posted it, resulting to bullies. I went through hell because of you, your highness. Yet I still am obsessed with you! Tell me, what did you do to me?" He narrated, slowly approaching me, then suddenly holding my arms tightly.

"Let go!" I tried to struggle, but for some reason, I felt really weak. My head was spinning as my sight became blurry. I can feel my legs slowly giving up.

"Don't waste your energy. I pricked you with a poisonous needle, don't worry, it will only make you weak. I can't let you die easily." As he said those words, he carried me as the room lightened up. My sight became clearer, and what I saw creeped me out.

We are inside a bedroom, with the walls and ceiling full of my pictures from different angles. At the end of the room were a bed and some chains. Weird thoughts clouded my mind as fear slowly filled my system. My sight has recovered, but I can't move my body. Did he paralyzed me?!

"Don't worry, I'll make you feel pleasure before torturing you to death. Ah, how I longed for this day," he said, lust has taken over his whole body. Sniffing my scent, he puts me down the bed, making me lean on the wall. He chained my hands above me, and my foot in different directions. I tried so hard to resist, but my whole body was too weak. I hate this feeling, this helplessness.

"Do you like the room I prepared for you? It is beautiful, isn't it? Your face in every angle was simply perfection that I can't resist the urge to post it here." He then took a handful of my hair then sniffed it before kissing it. "Your skin and hair as white as snow, your violet eyes that shines different levels of sadness, your dark personality and preferences, everything about you is very addictive."

He is seriously creeping me out. This was the first time I felt helpless in front of a man, other than my father and uncle. Fear filled my system, my body shakes uncontrollably as I tried to struggle. To no avail, it only added to his pleasure as his lustful eyes and smile became brighter.

He crept from the other edge of the bed towards me, as if a wolf about to eat his prey. I closed my eyes, unable to bear the sight of what might happen next. This is too much... do I really deserve this?

Someone save me... my friends, please...

"Ares, save me..."