Ugh… where… where am I?
A low, hoarse groan scraped out of Axel's throat as his consciousness floated back to him like a half-sunk corpse rising to the surface. His eyelids twitched, heavy as if someone had glued them shut. He forced them open very, very slowly just to be greeted by a world of fog and spinning shadows. His vision swam uselessly at first, blurry shapes bleeding into each other. Every breath felt thick, like he was inhaling warm smoke, and the side of his skull throbbed with a deep, ugly ache.
Something hit me… yeah… the back of my head… and then everything went black… right?
The thought drifted lazily through his dazed mind, disconnected, like it was struggling to find where it belonged.
He tried lifting a hand to rub the pain pulsing behind his head but his arm barely budged. Confusion flickered across his expression. He tried again, harder this time, but his hand remained exactly where it was.
A frown creased his forehead.
Why couldn't he move?
He shifted his legs instinctively, trying to adjust his weight but his legs didn't move either. His muscles tensed, panic beginning to spread coldly through his chest. Every limb felt restrained, wrapped, bound in something rough and tight. Rope?
It was rope.
His heart thudded louder, the fog in his eyes slowly clearing, sharpening. He realized he was seated sitting upright, back pressed against something solid. A chair, he guessed. A wooden one, judging from the faint creaking underneath him and the uncomfortable pressure on his spine.
He blinked several more times. His sight finally began to settle.
And as the last of the blurriness dissolved
He froze.
Right in front of him…
A shape. A presence.
A person.
His eyes snapped wide as the figure resolved into a face her face.
"Ah AHHH!" The terrified shout tore out of him before he could stop it. His body instinctively tried to jerk backward away from her, to put even one more inch between them, but the ropes held him tight. The entire chair scraped harshly against the floor with a sharp wooden screech. He was screaming as if he had seen something very very scary.
"B-b-babby… what… what are you doing here…?"
Fear, dread, and disbelief crashed through him all at once. Sweat burst across his forehead, sliding down his temples. His throat felt too tight to swallow properly as he asked.. Looking at person in front.
Because standing inches.. Like really mere inches from his face… leaning down toward him like she had been studying him while he slept…
Was Rebbica.
Her dark, sharp, dangerously beautiful eyes locked onto him without blinking once. Eyes so black they seemed bottomless, reflecting nothing, as if they could slip through him straight into his soul and claw around inside.
She smiled slowly.
A chilling, oddly serene smile that did nothing to hide the obsession gleaming behind it.
"Darling~" she cooed, voice soft but laced with something razor-thin and deadly. "Shouldn't that be my question?"
Axel's heart plummeted.
She tilted her head to the side, studying him with that same disturbing smile too sharp at the edges, too calm and very wrong. Then she straightened her spine, standing tall in front of him, revealing the full picture of what he should have noticed sooner.
In her right hand, she held a Glock pistol.
Axel forced smile which he was forcing himself to do suddenly fell his blood going cold.
She lifted the gun slowly, almost playfully, and brought the front end of the barrel toward her lips. With a teasing, careless delicacy, she pressed the very edge of the metal between her teeth. Her eyes never left him not for a heartbeat as she bit lightly on the gun, her expression glowing with adoration twisted into something obsessive and dangerous.
Axel felt bile rise in his throat.
She looked… devastating. Seductive in that unearthly, lethal way that made his stomach twist.
Short low-rise denim shorts clung to her hips, showing nearly all of her long, milky thighs. Her legs were toned but soft, smooth, almost glowing under the dim light of the room. A light orange crop tank top hugged her torso, showing off her stomach flat with a faint definition, the kind that came naturally from her build. Her dark black hair spilled down her back in silky waves, contrasting sharply with her skin.
Standing at maybe 5'9 or 5'10, she looked like she walked straight out of a fantasy designed to destroy a man. Beauty too precise, too perfect sharp cheekbones, soft lips, eyes shaped like a blade waiting to strike. She looked only eighteen or nineteen, but her presence filled the room with something thick and suffocating, something that made Axel's pulse hammer in terror rather than attraction.
He swallowed hard.
"I… I…" His words caught and stuttered out of him. He couldn't even look away from the gun. He couldn't look away from her.
He hadn't even fully processed her voice yet the tone alone was enough to send a cold shiver crawling up his spine.
When he finally managed to meet her gaze again, his entire body trembled. Her smile widened just slightly. The look in her eyes was not simply dangerous. it was possession. It was claiming. It was the smile of someone who had already decided the ending of this story.
"B-babby, this is… this is just a misunderstanding…" Axel whispered, voice cracking like dry wood.
But even as he said it, panic exploded inside him.
Where the hell did she come from? How did she find him here? How did she even get a gun.. And why the fuck she even have a gun?
He was screwed. He was so unbelievably screwed.
His breath hitched. He instinctively pulled against the ropes again, shaking his arms and legs violently. The wooden chair thumped and scraped against the ground as he struggled, but nothing budged. The more he fought, the more the ropes dug into his skin, burning his wrists.
He looked down in horror.
His hands were tied tightly to the arms of the wooden chair thick rope cutting into the skin. His feet were lashed to the chair legs, pulled so tightly he couldn't even move his toes properly.
He was trapped.
And she was watching every second of his panic with a delighted expression.
"What misunderstanding, darling?" Rebbica's voice softened dangerously as she lowered the pistol from her lips and let it dangle loosely in her hand. "Coming here… to fuck some bitch?"
He flinched.
She took one slow step closer.
"And you didn't… even tell me about this?"
Her eyebrows curved upward, like she was genuinely hurt. "Tell me do you not love me?"
Axel's heart hammered so violently he thought it might burst. She knows.. But how? He screamed in his head.
She crouched slightly to be eye-level with him again, her voice drifting into something fragile, something too soft to trust.
"No… did you ever even love me?" Her words trembled not from fear, but from a terrifying mix of heartbreak and fury wrapped together. "Why did you do it, babby? I loved you…"
Her voice cracked softly.
"How could you?" Her bottom lip trembled, though her eyes remained frozen, unblinking. "How could you even think about other women without me? And not just think.. FUCK them?"
The sweetness evaporated instantly, replaced by something sharp and venomous.
"You should've died just dreaming about it," she whispered. "But to dare to try? To actually do it?"
Her teeth grazed her index finger as she gently bit it, staring at him with those eyes that looked like both a lover's and a predator's.
"Do you not love me, babby…?"
The pistol lowered to her side, her posture collapsing into a slow, seductive lean as she stepped even closer. Her finger slid from her lips, dropping down gracefully as she studied every twitch in his expression, savoring his fear, absorbing his trembling breaths as if they were sweet to her.
Axel heard every word slipping from her mouth. Soft. Sweet. Gentle. The kind of tone she used the first time she told him she loved him. But the meaning was enough to make his stomach twist into knots.
Because that voice didn't match the look in her eyes.
Her eyes…
Those were sharp. Cold. Unblinking.
They pinned him down harder than the ropes ever could.
As she stared at him, Axel felt himself sinking deeper into raw panic. He wasn't thinking about excuses anymore. Or explanations. Or saving face. He was praying actually praying for God to step in and save him. Somehow. Anyway. Even miraculously.
Because he was caught.
Caught in the worst way. And he absolutely knew he might be dying tonight.
He swallowed hard as the realization carved itself slowly into his mind:
He was going to die a virgin.
That thought alone nearly made him want to cry just his body not allowing it. His eyes burned but no tears came, just a suffocating tightness in his chest and a helpless trembling spreading through his limbs.
Rebbica tilted her head again, her voice turning velvety and dangerously soft.
"I'm not even upset you strayed…" she whispered. "I'm upset you thought you could…? How could you, darling~? Do you not take me seriously now?"
She leaned down again. Slowly. Carefully. The calculated movement of someone savoring the fear she saw building in him. Her face lowered until her nose hovered inches from his. Her breathing brushed against his skin warm, slow, steady while Axel stretched his neck backward as far as he could. He pushed until the wooden chair strained under him and the back dug painfully into his spine.
But she kept coming closer.
And closer.
Until finally she stopped so close he could feel the softness of her exhale ghosting across his lips. Her eyes locked onto his, dark and hungry, as if trying to peel open his skull and stare straight into every secret he'd ever buried.
"You hurt me…" she murmured. Her voice carried a trembling sweetness, but underneath it something feral stirred. "So tell me… how should I hurt you back?"
Her lips curled upward slowly into a distorted, dangerous smile. A smile that didn't belong on someone beautiful. A smile that hinted at violence and something far, far worse simmering below the surface.
Axel's breath hitched. His shoulders shaking.
His fingers dug helplessly into the ropes trying to untie them.
"Babby… I do love you… I had reason to do this…" he choked out, desperation cracking every syllable. "Not that I don't love you… Do you not trust me, babby?"
He knew he was busted. The how and why didn't matter now. First, he needed to calm her down because he knew her better. Ten years with her had taught him exactly what words soothed her, what tones cooled her anger, what expressions she found genuine or manipulative. This wasn't new. This wasn't unfamiliar.
But now, the stakes were different.
Now her expression screamed borderline unpredictable.
Now there was a gun in her hand.
Now every second he wasted might be his last.
Still trembling, he tried to steady his voice, forcing it soft, innocent, genuine. He was scared. He was innocent. He would never have done any of this if not for that fucking system ruining everything, pushing him into situations he didn't even want.
That system had completely fucked his life.
"No, no, no… don't say that, babby…" Rebbica whispered.
Her tone lowered, barely above breath. Then she lifted her hand and gently pressed her index finger against Axel's lips. The touch was light caring and terrifying.
He froze instantly.
Silence hung between them for several seconds as she studied his trembling eyes. Then slow, stretched, eerie a smile blossomed across her face.
"I love you so much it scares even me sometimes…" Her words vibrated like a confession and a threat stitched together. "…but clearly not enough to scare you."
She leaned toward his ear, so close her hair brushed his jawline.
Axel gulped, throat clicking loudly.
She pulled back just enough to look at him again, her gaze turning sharp as glass.
"Tell me, darling…" she whispered. "When you thought about doing this did my face appear in your mind? Did you not fear that I'd catch you?"
Her voice dipped into something dangerously low.
"Or did you think you could ignore me just for one night?"
Axel's chest tightened so hard he felt dizzy.
"It… it did, babby. I swear it did…" He forced the words out even though his voice shook. "But I had no other way… I will explain everything to you, babby. I'll tell you everything just.. Just put that gun away for some seconds.. Its its Dangerous. Forgive me babby."
His voice broke on the last word.
He sagged slightly in the ropes, letting out a long, hopeless sigh. There was no point pretending anymore. He was tied up. His girlfriend his terrifying, unpredictable, crazy mentally ill girlfriend was standing in front of him with a pistol. If he didn't convince her soon…
He swallowed hard.
He might actually die tonight.
Sometimes.. more often recently he wondered if she really was crazy. Like mentally crazy.
"I don't want any explanation, babby…" Rebbica whispered.
His heart dropped.
"And I could forgive you…" she continued softly, almost mournfully. "But where's the fun in that?"
A shiver shot down Axel's spine.
She straightened up again, rising slowly, pulling her finger away from his lips. Her posture shifted from possessive lover to something solemn. Something final.
She leaned back a little, inhaling deeply.
Then she stared at him truly stared at him.. as though memorizing every detail of his face. Like this might be the last time she ever saw it.
Axel's stomach plummeted.
"I'm sorry, darling," she murmured. "Maybe I wasn't able to give you enough love… enough attention… enough of what you needed that you had to do this."
Her voice softened further, trembling slightly.
"But I can fix that." She smiled faintly, mournfully. "Sorry, but…"
Her eyes changed.
In an instant the softness disappeared, replaced by a wild, unrestrained chaos. A terrifying brightness flooded her gaze a mix of heartbreak and madness twisting together in a beautiful, awful blend.
"But you'll have to die now."
Axel's breath left his lungs in a sharp, broken gasp as his soul almost also escaped through his body.
Rebbica stepped back one slow, echoing step then lifted the pistol. She pointed it straight at his chest, standing just two steps away from him.
His heart lurched.
Her arms trembled just barely at first but then a sudden rush of tears flooded her eyes. They spilled down her cheeks uncontrollably, streaming like rain down a glass window. Her shoulders shook. Harsh sobs began breaking through her lips, strangled and messy and raw.
Her grip on the pistol shook violently.
The gun remained pointed at him, but her hand trembled so hard it looked like she might drop it. Her sobs grew louder, heartbreak turning physical as her entire body shuddered.
This wasn't just emotional pain.
This was agony.
Crushing, unbearable agony twisting her from the inside out.
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