(Arata)
Over the week Caysir moved into my apartnt building and pretty much beca my shadow. Although he was cool and tried to keep out of my way except when I needed him, I still felt a grilling sense of frustration at not being able to move freely.
I knew Karsten ant well but I couldn’t help giving him a cold shoulder and only spoke to him when it was extrely necessary.
He noticed that and tension between us grew.
It was the weekend and I had planned on eting Azul. The only problem was dodging Caysir.
I spoke to Azul, and he told to co to Super Mall. He promised to pick up from there through the back route and drop ho safely later.
I chose a skin-tight Azul shirt, a black leather jacket and pants with black combat boots. Since he promised a bike ride, I was dressed accordingly.
"Drop at Super Mall, a friend will drop ho later, so you don’t have to worry," I inford Caysir while settling in the backseat of my car.
Caysir seed slightly unsettled at my decision.
"Miss Arata, I can wait for you."
"No, I will be ho late. It’s the weekend, and I want to enjoy it," I told him flatly, and he started the car.
"As you wish, ma’am. But if you need to pick you up, just give a call," he respectfully stated.
"I will."
We arrived outside Super Mall and I stepped out of the car as Caysir opened the door for .
"Have a fun night, Miss Arata." He followed till we had reached inside the mall and only left when I assured him it was fine.
Once he was gone, I checked my cell phone. Azul had texted .
{There is a haunted house on the third floor, co there. I am waiting.}
Thrilling excitent ran like sparks of electricity all over my skin. I quickened my pace and soon arrived at the required floor, avoiding heaps and heaps of excited shoppers. The mall was brimming with people as they rushed to grab their favourite products from weekend sales.
I, on the other hand, was looking for the masked man who had spun my world like no other.
Reaching the Horror House, I found the building was painted black and red with a huge masked figure on the entrance door. Even the ticket boys at the entrance had on black uniforms and skull masks. I paid for my ticket, and they handed a mask too, made of so cheap plastic material.
Putting it on, I entered the dark place. My heart increased its pace. I wasn’t much of a fan of horror houses. I enjoyed exploring them only with Baba since Mom seed to hate them; I was always his company.
The place had only dim red light, which seed to be erging from the corners, adding to the eerie feeling of the place. Smoke machines churned out smoke to add to the haunting feeling. Cobwebs spun from so thin plastic hung from the ceiling and walls with gigantic spiders crawling all over.
Eeww!
The ground under shook and split open as a huge caterpillar-like creature with sharp teeth erged from it and tried to grab my leg.
I sidestepped it with a cringed face and moved forward, trying not to scream.
A door with a full-length mirror appeared and my phone chid with a ssage.
Glancing at it I found Azul’s ssage.
{Follow the mirror}
I guessed it ant to enter the mirror room.
Pushing the door open, I entered the room with mirrors lining the whole place and was left stunned.
The room seed to create an illusion of infinite space with cleverly placed mirrors. There were no visible walls. The boundaries of the room seed to disappear, creating a sense and feeling of being thrown into an endless, otherworldly realm.
The door closed behind , and the room turned into a glass cube with white light bouncing and dancing off the mirrors, creating a very bright atmosphere.
Sothing moved and reflected in all the mirrors.
Up, down.
Left, right.
Front, back.
The tall figure of Twisted Rider ca into view, donning leather pants with suspenders and a white button-down which hugged his broad fra. The gold mask he had on seed to have been constructed from so kind of dull tal. It added to his mysteriousness as its ends slipped below his neck, completely covering it.
He leaned against one of the mirrors and was reflected on all sides of ; he was everywhere, and the very thought ran through like tequila shots.
Hands tucked deep into the pockets of his leather pants. The feet, clad in high boots, were crossed at the ankles as he stood against the mirror like a statue.
I knew his eyes were on and even the very thought made my cheeks heat up.
"Phoenix!" He slowly called out, his hypnotic voice echoing all around .
"Co!" The command was given with such a masterfully controlled but forceful voice that my knees felt weak and I forgot to move, staring at his graceful figure.
Perfection, he was total perfection from head to toe.
I should have said ’hi!’ but my lips refused to move.
Propelling myself forward I finally took a few steps towards him. He didn’t move a muscle, letting co to him.
Once I was in range, he reached out with his leather-clad gloved hands and pulled into his embrace. Like a starved man, he hugged to his hard chest, pulling off my fake hair. My vermilion locks spilt out and spread on my shoulders. His hands slipped into my hair as he buried his nose into them.
"Gorgeous, so fucking gorgeous," he huskily groaned and I wasn’t sure if he was referring to my hair or .
My hands went behind his corded back as I felt the rippling muscles under my fingertips.
"Why are you so soft?" He whispered, his voice coming out intoxicated.
That was a rhetorical question. I was a woman, won are soft. He just wanted to feel against his rugged physique.
"I can also ask. Why are you so hard?" I tried to keep my voice confident but I was sure half of my words drowned in my throat.
I appeared to squeak like a mouse who was being hugged by a big brawny cat.
To my surprise, he throatily chuckled and rubbed his masked nose into my hair.
"You ca. Your boss didn’t give you trouble?" He asked in what sounded like a gruff voice. I wondered again what he used to enhance his voice like that. My hands dropped from his back as I took a small step back.
"Let’s not sour our mood by talking about that, Never lting Iceberg," I mumbled in annoyance. My lips automatically pouted, and my brows ca together.
He threw his head back and laughed for a few good seconds while still holding . That scowl disappeared from my forehead and I joined him, knowing he was one person I could openly bitch about Karsten with.
Right?
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