Chapter 77
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Mark sat down at the end of the huge corner couch with his legs crossed over his ankle. As he was settled, he eyed at me and opened his arms, beckoning with his fingers at me. I stared at him puzzled asking myself why he was doing that and proceed to sit at the opposite end of the cream-colored couch.
The moment my bun made contact with the expensive looking couch I was overcome by shock at how soft and bouncy it was.
'Wow…' I was in awe and couldn't help bouncing up and down as I never had sat on such a soft couch before. My eyes were twinkling with excitement like a kid meeting its new toy.
I leaned back and I immediately wanted to sunk further in to the couch. Wanting to let it swallow me in one gulp.
'This is amazing…' Tranquil washed over me and I was about to slowly drift away until a broody looming figure stood over me with its arms folded over each other. It was Mark and he looked displeased.
My heart thumped in fright as I didn't hear him stalking towards me. "What?" I chirped as I let my fingers trace over the soft material of the couch.
Mark frown deepens and my eyebrows raised up even further as I waited for his answer. I guess how I acted must have seem odd in his rich-looking eyes.
He grumbled something unintelligible before taking a seat next to me, but my ears managed to receive something.
"…so dense…"
"What?"
I wanted to ask him wat he meant by that, but only a squeak was forced out of my mouth as a pair of strong arms hoisted me against my will; settling me on Mark's lap. My back was leaning against his torso and he wrapped his arms securely around my waist.
Resting his chin in the crook of my neck he exhaled pleased. "Much better." He purred and proceeds to rub his cheek against mine. I unintentionally hissed at the unfamiliar friction of his stubble beard against my skin.
"This is much worse!" I retailed and promptly tried to wriggle myself free. My fingers trembling as they were faced with the strong hurdle of prying Mark's arms open.
"Kitten." A strained voice that breathed out hot air in combination with the bulging feeling that was felt from underneath my bun forced me to halt any further movements. "If you move one more muscle then I won't be responsible for my actions." His low gruff whisper and the soft feeling of his lips against my ears brought a bright red blush across my face.
My mouth went totally dry as I had no words, but I was mostly scared that my words would be a trigger to push him over the edge.
As stillness slowly filled the room, I felt his calloused hand patting my head. Feeling the rumbling and vibration from his chest as he lets out a soft chuckle. "That's a good girl."
Ignoring my annoyed expression, he started to talk. "I did say that I would tell you everything, but where should I start?" He queried as he rubbed his chin, mulling in which chronological order he should start.
"When did you start to be so fucked up?" I quipped, raising a brow with a smirk.
He threw his head back letting out a laughter, the corner of his eyes crinkling. "Oh kitten," He mused. "since I was born. Ever since I was born, I was void from emotions, but in exchange I was adept in everything leaving my same age mates in the dust. My brain developed quicker than my peers making me skip many classes, but I was always lacking emotions. Do you know when I felt the most alive?"
His question was like a cold seeping feeling entering my body. Fearing that I would stutter I only shook my head.
Mark brought his lips closer to my ear, his hot breath making me shiver. "When I squashed insects." He whispered and continued. "Something about seeing their insides being pushed out brought a satisfactory feeling. After that it evolved to animals. Killing them, dismembering them, seeing the light in their eyes fade away. It was all amazing."
A cold wave embalmed me as the hairs rose on the back of my neck and the lodge in my throat refused to go down, leaving my mouth dry. My stomach was churning unable to withstand his story.
I jolted at Mark removing my hair tie, freeing my hair from its imprisonment. My bouncy curls fell gently over my shoulder. My brows started to knit together confused at his actions. Mine confusion was swiftly answered as I started to feel Mark's fingers wove through my hair, twisting a coil around his finger before continuing his story in his eerie voice.
"When I was 16, I started to bully the weak kids in the lower grades. Hearing them cry, beg was like music to my ears. Every time my fist collided with their face, I felt rejuvenated. And whenever blood would trickle down their mouth or noses my heart would beat erratically and my breathing would quicken as excitement filled my body."
He pushed my hair away exposing my neck to the cold air and placed a kiss at the interjection of my neck and shoulder. My body stiffens as I took in a sharp breath. I could feel the blood in my veins pumping quicker trying to match my thudding heartbeat.
Mark's eyes lingered on my neck as if he was in a trance, watching every pumping vein through my translucent skin. The next sentence that flowed out of Mark's mouth made the blood in my body immediately run cold.
"That was also when I wondered how it would feel to kill a human." Every emotion except for curiosity had left his voice as he gently traced his fingers down my neck, which only made me tense up my muscles even more.
I promptly swat his hand away and covered my neck with my hair as I glared at him wearily. "Is that also when you met that person?" My voice came out croaked as my mouth was deprived from any saliva.
Mark glanced at his swatted hand before looking back at me; the corner of his lips pulled in to a tight smile. "Ding-dong-ding my little smart kitten." He affirmed pleased. "That person was my classmate, Snake. The whole school knew about him because of his parent's business. Everybody knew not to fuck with him because his retribution would be thousand times worse. He was a pretty dandy guy despite his horrible quirk."
Mark chuckled as he closed his eyes, his mind lost in reminisce. I arched my eyebrow, giving him a skeptical look. "His quirk?" I asked curious, leaning a bit away so that I could see his face better. "What was it?"
Mark stilled for a moment giving me a pensive look before shaking his head. "It's not for the weak hearted." He said, ruffling my hair as he lets out a humorless laugh.
"Anyway," Mark proceeded his story as he pretended not to see the dreadful look in my eyes. "the next thing I knew I was invited to join his gang. His reason for inviting me was and I quote "I love your eyes". And to be honest I loved his eyes too. They screamed sociopath, so I accepted his invite."
"Is your school filled with weirdos or something? I mean- why didn't you guys do some sport instead? Like I don't know- taekwondo? Why did you guys have to be psychos?" I groaned, face palming myself as I shook my head.
Mark shrugs nonchalantly. "That's too easy and boring, but killing- that's easy and exciting."
"Oh my god." I cried, hiding my face in my palms as I hunched, leaning forward.
God how did you create him!?
