𝓢𝓲𝓷 𝓕𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓜𝔂 𝓛𝓲𝓹𝓼 - 𝓢𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝓢.

-ˋˏ ༻➊➒༺ ˎˊ-

Drip. Drip. Drip.

The guy tilts his head slightly. "What? Didn't hear me walk in?" He grins down at him.

Stiles involuntarily shivers at the expression, this grin isn't like the ones Arlo and Otto always use. This one is more sinister, feels more tense, and not in the good way. Stiles' breath stutters as the guy crouches down in front of him, his eyes moving quickly, scanning his face.

"Your name is Stiles, right?" The guy says softly, Stiles just looks at him, not daring to speak. "What's wrong? Why no talky?" The guy pouts before he breaks into a smile, one that looks genuine, but Stiles knows that it's anything but genuine.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

"Well, anyways, my names is Kota, short for Dakota, it's really nice to meet you." The guy introduces, his voice laced with an unsettling tone. When Stiles just looks at him, mind you everything is still a little blurry, the shot still running in his system.

When Kota doesn't get an answer, his smile suddenly drops and his eyes grows dark.

Stiles practically feels the drop in temperature, Kota shoots up into a standing position and before Stiles can process anything, he feels a slight sting on his face.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

As his face recoils to the side, Stiles lets out a surprised gasp at the sudden attack.

"Look, you made noise, I'll rather prefer your voice." Kota teases.

Stiles scoffs, he spits out blood onto the floor before he snaps his head up as the male. "Go to hell."

Kota grins, before he shoots forward a grabs a fist fall of Stiles' hair. "Oh, such nasty words. It makes me hard." He grins, his hand going to his pants.

Stiles looks at him disgusted. "You're a sick weirdo."

Kota just grins, he tightens his hold on Stiles' head making said male let out a wince of pain. "Does it hurt? I thought you'll be into this type of stuff."

Stiles looks up at him with a glare. "Only when it's someone actually attractive, but you, you're just one ugly bastard." He spits into the male's face.

Kota's left eyes closes as blood splatters on his face, anger boils in his stomach. He stands back up and raises his hand.

Stiles' head jerks to the side as pain shoots across his whole body, then a hand is grabbing his hair again and yanking it into something cold. Stiles lets out a yelp of pain and surprise, his head is tugged again to face Kota whose face is terrifyingly close.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

"I love when they scream in pain." Kota hums, he digs in his back pocket and pulls out a pocket knife. He puts it to the body of Stiles shirt and starts to cut it, when the shirt falls open a grin forms on Kota's face. "Mm, such a nice body."

Stiles lets out a shudder of disgust as he feels a rough hand on his stomach, he tries to pull away but Kota tightens his hold, keeping him in a place. Stiles lets out a choked sob as he feels the hand run up his stomach. This feels wrong, so nasty, it just wants to make him throw up.