Panic set in as I stumbled upon the eerie resemblance between Haze and Slavvy. The same tattoo, the same birthmark, the same piercing eyes - it was as if I was staring into the face of a malevolent doppelganger.
"No, this can't be," I whispered to myself. "She's human, not a fallen angel." But the tattoo on Haze's hand, the exact same birthmark as Slavvy's on the same spot, and the identical eyes - it was all too much to ignore. Even her hands were almost identical to his.
If Mrs. Broncos was Slavvy's mom, then how was she with my dad? What was she doing with him? The pieces just weren't adding up.
My blood boiled, and I found myself above the dark clouds, the storm thundering beneath me. That's when I saw him walking alone. I quickly flew down, changed to my human form, and walked up to him. "Haze," I called out, and he slowly turned around, as if expecting me to call.
My instincts screamed that something was off, but he was Slavvy's best friend, after all. Maybe he knew something
"Testimony, what are you doing here, and where is Slavvy?" he asked, concern etched on his face.
I hesitated, unsure whether to reveal the truth. What if he didn't know?
"Hey, calm down, okay? I'm here," he said, touching my shoulders, his eyes locking onto mine. A small smile formed on my face. Maybe I was overthinking everything.
"I need to tell you something," I said, looking at him helplessly, and his eyes softened.
"Sure, but let's get somewhere more private, if that's okay with you," he asked, and I nodded.
A voice screamed at me to run away as far as possible, but I trusted him too much to walk away.
We walked into a beautiful building, warm and cozy. His apartment was huge, modern, and sleek, just like Slavvy's.
"I now know why you guys are such good friends," I teased, and he chuckled, taking off his watch. "I guess we have a lot in common."
"Yeah," I agreed.
"So, what do you want to talk about?" he asked, taking off his shirt, revealing his chiseled abs. I swallowed hard as he walked to the kitchen, returned with a bottle of red wine, and glasses.
"You want some?" he asked, and I nodded, still captivated by his appearance.
No, no, Testimony, you have a lover, remember... a forbidden lover, my mind warned.
"Where is Slavvy?" he asked, his eyes narrowing.
"Where you left us," I replied, and he raised an eyebrow.
"Then how are you here?" he asked, seating down.
I took a deep breath, unsure how to reveal the truth. "I..I.." I trailed off
"Well"
I felt a surge of frustration. "Sombody attacked us wher we were and I dont know how they knew our location " I uttered in one breath
Haze's expression changed, his eyes glinting with curiosity. "I...I didn't know. Sorry, slavvy didn't tell me ," he said, but his eyes spoke something else -
We talked, but every time we spoke, I felt weaker, more uneasy. "I need to use the restroom," I said, and he nodded.
"No problem. Just turn left, and it's the second door," he said, his eyes never leaving mine.
I walked to the bathroom, looked at myself in the mirror. A loud voice screamed at meAs I emerged from the bathroom, Haze's gaze devoured me, his eyes burning with an unholy hunger. "You back?" he asked, his voice low and husky,
Slavvy's face flashed before my eyes, his cat-like gaze piercing my soul. I shook my head, dismissing the vision. Laughter echoed through the room, and I felt myself becoming lost in the haze of intoxication. Haze's eyes gleamed with mischief as he refilled my glass, his fingers brushing against mine.
"I feel hot," I whispered, my skin ablaze with desire. Haze's grin was wicked, his voice dripping with seduction. "Take off your clothes, then." His words were a command, and I obeyed, shedding my garments like a snake slithering out of its skin. I stood before him, clad only in my underwear and skin top, my heart pounding in my chest.
Haze's gaze roamed over me, his eyes burning with lust. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he walked closer, his movements fluid and predatory. "What...what are you doing?" I stammered, my voice barely audible.
"Finishing you once and for all," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear.
I was trapped in a lion's den, with no escape from the predator that stalked me. Haze green was more brutal than he intended
"Leave me," I begged, but my words were lost in the storm of passion that raged around us. Haze's touches were a flame that burned away my resistance, leaving me a helpless, quivering mass.
"This is my house. And your silly little boyfriend is not here to save you, " he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "And the things I'm going to do to you are beyond imaginable,"
I was trapped in a nightmare, with no escape from the monster that loomed over me. And yet, I couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of excitement as I played with fire.
I have totally fallen from grace. I myself dont know who I have become.
As Haze's hands explored my body, I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me, followed by a crushing sense of guilt. Slavvy's face flashed before my eyes, his eyes accusing me of betrayal. I tried to push the thought away, but it lingered, taunting me like a specter.
Suddenly, he stopped, his eyes locking onto mine with an unnerving intensity. "
" i am going to ruin you,"
His words were a cold slap in the face, snapping me out of my trance-like state. I struggled against my restraints, but they held firm. Haze's laughter was low and menacing, sending shivers down my spine.
His words were a dark promise, a threat that hung in the air like a challenge. I knew I had to escape, but my body felt heavy, unresponsive.
As he continued to explore my body, I felt myself becoming lost in a sea of sensations, my mind foggy with desire. But deep down, a spark of resistance still burned, a flame that refused to be extinguished.
I knew I had to find a way to escape, to break free from Haze's grasp and reclaim my life. But for now, I was trapped, a pawn in a game of desire and deception.
As Haze's hands continued, I felt a wave of nausea wash over me. I was trapped, unable to move or escape. His breaths were suffocating me, his touch making my skin crawl.
Suddenly, I heard a faint whisper in my ear. "Tess, fight back." It was Slavvy's voice, echoing in my mind. I didn't know how he was communicating with me, but his words sparked a surge of adrenaline within me.
With newfound determination, I struggled against my restraints, trying to break free. Haze's eyes flashed with anger, but I refused to back down. I kicked and screamed, fighting against him with every ounce of strength I possessed.
Haze's grip tightened, his fingers digging deep into my skin. I felt a searing pain, but I refused to give up. I bit down on his hand, hard, and he yelped in pain.
For a moment, he loosened his grip, and I took advantage of the distraction. I broke free from my restraints and launched myself at Haze, determined to escape.
We crashed to the floor, wrestling and fighting. I scratched and clawed, desperate to get away. Haze's eyes blazed with fury, but I refused to back down.
Just when it seemed like I was gaining the upper hand, Haze's eyes flashed with a sinister light. He whispered a single word, "You're done," and everything went black.
When I came to, I was lying in a dark, damp cellar. I was alone, but I could sense Haze's presence lurking in the shadows. I knew I had to escape, but I was weak and disoriented.
As I struggled to sit up, I heard the sound of footsteps echoing outside my cell. The door creaked open, and Haze stood before me, a wicked grin spreading across his face.