Page 55 of Bound By Lust (Sinful Seven #2)
“N-NO NO!NO! YOU’RE STILL YOU! I KNOW THAT,” I say quickly, watching him lose his shit!
“You… you used to walk me home! You brought me snacks to study group! Y-you practiced throwing the ball w-with me. You gave me your charger when mine broke. Tek you’re…
you’re still you! I… I know that!” I stammer, trying to appeal to him…
to it … I just need it to calm the fuck down!
His head twitches… like he remembers something, so I keep going…
“A-and when that professor called me a fluke?” I tell him. “You defended me!”
His jaw works. The glowing eye dims, and his human side blinks, coming more into focus, allowing me to take a slow breath.
“I… I did do that…”
“Hell yes you did! We are close, Tek!” I tell him and his eyes really come into focus then.
“We are?”
“Yes! So so close! We’re like fami—” He moves so fucking fast on top of me, eyes crazed, whole body trembling, cracking, shifting. His breath leaves his mouth in a growl, guttural. His teeth are longer, jaw wider, and the human parts of him ripple like boiling flesh.
“FAMILY?!” he screeches, voice doubled and distorted, hot spittle getting on my face and I want to scream, but I’ll be god mother fucking damned if that shit get in my mouth, so I close my eyes and mouth tight.
“GET THE FUCK OFF OF MEEEEE!” I turn my face, grossed the fuck out, but his hands roams over my body, making my flesh crawl.
“YOU CALLED ME FAMILY,” he spits. “BUT YOU LET HIM BE THE ONE TO TOUCH YOU! YOU LET HIM RUIN YOU! WHILE I WAS STARVING, ACHING, CRAVING, ROTTING AWAY, BOUND WITH THIS DESIRE!!”
He grabs my hands, pinning me down, and I about vomit in my mouth when this nigga starts hunching me! I don’t feel nothing but bones rattling and shaking, but his eyes roll to the back of his head as if he’s really doing something and I look away, but his grabs my braids, forcing me to look at him.
“I TRIED TO BE NORMAL! I TRIED TO BE SWEET! I HELD IT IN, JESS! I BURIED IT, ALL OF IT JUST TO BE CLOSE TO YOU!” his voice cracks into a sob. “I WANTED TO BE GOOD TO YOU!”
I bite my lip, peeping up, and I see his human face is nearly melted off. His human eye is weeping, while the other one is glowing bright, pulsing.
FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCKKKKKK!
“I wanted to be with you in the flesh,” he murmurs.
“But since you’ve been so… abstinent, I think it’s better if you live with me in a different way,” he climbs off me, leaving pieces of skin…
Oh my fucking God! I’m going to lose my shiiiit!
“Yes… she was right… it’s better to keep you close instead of looking for love…
I’ll just keep you in my belly.” I sit there, shivering and shaking, but I pause…
What the fuck did he just say? In his where?
My eyes spring open and I hear him rattle off to the boiling stove, where this dude dead ass tosses my toe nail in the pot, stirs it in, and takes a sip.
“Mmmm, that’s better… soon all will be right in the world, Jessica. Soon nothing will be able to take you from me… not Frank , not football , not anything.”
I press back against the wall, chains cold against my wrists, heart slamming like a drum inside my chest because I know this nigga didn’t just say what I think he said…
“Oh I’ll need my cleaver… damn it. This house is so hard to get through…” he mutters to himself. “Just hold on tight, Jessica… just a few more hours and you’ll be right where you belong.” He slams the door shut behind him and my entire body folds in on itself.
Not from pain, but from pure fucking terror.
My hands tremble, my mouth tastes bitter, and the cuffs on my wrists and feet dig into my skin. I can feel dried blood where the metal’s already bitten into my skin, cold and unrelenting, bolted into the stone floor.
I sit there stunned, my breath coming in short, panicked bursts as I test the chains again.
Nothing… They don’t give… no matter how much I grit my teeth and keep yanking, the sharp metal scraping skin just bruises, bleeds, and leaves my wrists ate the fuck up, but I keep going.
Because he said he was going toeat me! Not metaphorically. Not even sexually, but literally, and one thing I stand by is if a mother fucker show you who they are, believe them! And I believe him!
I choke back a sob, panic climbing my spine, still pulling on the chains when my stomach flips… and my pussy clenches… I bite back a moan and my thighs press together instinctively, and I hate the way a flicker of heat pulses through me, hot and completely misplaced.
“What the hell?” I whisper, shivering, feeling aroused. “What is wrong with me?” It feels like…likehim. Frank.
The comfort. The static. That strange pull I only get when he’s too close… I whimper, missing him…
My stomach ripples and I bite back a moan, gasping, looking down confused as fuck, eyes going wide when I feel something crawl out of me. I feel it grab my pubic hair and climb before I see a small thing pitch a tent in my joggers and I lose my shit.
Oh my mother fucking God! I just grew a dick! Noooooo! Frank is going to leave me! This is the worst day of my life. I’m about to be eaten, I grew a dick and… My thoughts cut out when my joggers lift up at the band and a bitch has to blink twice because excuse the fuck outta me …
Am I really seeing what I think I’m seeing… a Chibi Frank?
I stare, stunned before I shake my head at the four inch version of my boyfriend… but he’s still there. It drops my band and I see wings flap out of his back. He zooms over to me, all wet and sticky, grinning with slicked down white-blond hair as he looks me over panicking.
“Okay, no, no… this is a dream,” I mutter. “Or a fever. Or brain damage. Yep, definitely brain damage. Tek did hit me over the head…” I stammer but he gently pats my cheek, then kisses my nose with a tiny little “mwah.”
“Yup, I’ve lost my mind!” I say as I watch him fly over to the chains and tries to yank them, but he pants, getting tired easily before he gestures, dramatically falling to his knees then flying, holding up his arms to the sky as if saying, “Whhhhyyyyy?” Yup… he acts just like him…
Hold on! Hold on! Hold the damn phone?
“F-Frank?” I whisper. “A-are you…Are you real?” I stammer and he points to his chest with pride, nodding and flying back over to me, kissing my face.
“Muah! Muah! Muah!”
I laugh… a quick, broken sound that turns into a hiccup of panic.
“Are you the real Frank?” I ask and it takes its time thinking and nods, but I can see that it’s not…
it just thinks it is. If it was the real Frank, it would have been able to do something, but I’m still in chains, so I change my questioning, not even giving myself time to rethink shit because clearly I’m the fucking protagonist in a novel right now and I’ve been kidnapped to some strange world.
All logic is out the door. “Are you connected to the big Frank?” I ask instead.
Chibi Frank frowns, and it cocks it’s head to the side and I see it’s horns come out and a tiny zap forms in the middle of it. He sags and hold up an X with his chibi hands then makes a gesture like a plane and shakes his head.
It’s like playing charades, but I can guess what he’s saying even though he can’t speak. Ultimately he’s saying Frank is gone somewhere on a plane and he’s too far to reach him… Fuck…
Then I remember that Frank was supposed to be back the next day… I don’t know how long I was knocked out, but I can tell that it’s been a long while, a few hours at least. Frank should be back soon…
“So-so do you think you’ll be able to reach him when he gets back?” I ask, having hope, but he looks over my shoulder in a daze then points and I twists around, looking back to seea stone amulet with strange symbols carved into its surface, glowing faintly with a dull, oppressive light.
If I listen carefully, I can hear it hum with an electric buzz that tells me if Chibi Frank tries to touch he’ll be zapped, and I narrow my eyes in thought.
“That thing… is it blocking your connection?” I ask, and Chibi Frank nods rapidly, my only relief in this dark time.
He’s so expressive it’s ridiculous and heartwarming…
not only that, but I thank God for watching too much anime and reading too many fantasy novels.
This shit is cliché than a bitch… but I can at least go in and do what I need to do.
I close my eyes and hold in a choked sob because I don’t want to say what I’m about to say… but I have too… I need to… Frank will be back soon… and I need him to find him… so it’s the only way…
I pant, head hurting, heart aching and I open my eyes to see him watching me with sadness written on his face.
“G—” My voice cracks, but I clear it. “Go get him,” I whisper, voice cracking. “Please, go get Big Frank.”
He freezes. Then he holds up his arms in refusal, showing me his muscles as if saying he will protect me, and God I wish he could, but for some reason I know this Chibi Frank doesn’t have enough power, so I shake my head.
“ Please… don’t be stubborn. I need you to go. Get. Big. Frank. Please… ” I beg him and his little jaw trembles. His hands curl into fists and the rim around his eyes turn red as he holds back tears. Aww… oh my Gosh!
“Don’t cry… I’m not saying you’re not enough! In fact, I’m saying you’re exactly the one I need. The only one who can do this job. You’re small, fast, and more importantly, you can get out. Go to him and bring him here! Please!” he wipes his face but it’s still wet and red with tears.
He then grabs my face in his tiny hands, looks me in the eye, and I seeFrankin them. My heart constricts when I see thepure agony in his eyes from having to leave me behind. His eyes are just like Frank’s at the airport, almost begging. Please don’t make me go… but I have to…
“I’ll be okay,” I lie. “But if you don’t go… I won’t be,” I choke out and Chibi Frank swallows. Then slowly, achingly, he nods. He gently places a tiny kiss on my bottom lip one last time before he flaps out his wings, zips under a small crack, and disappears.
And only then do I let the tears roll down my cheeks…