Pandora's Box

CHAPTER 5

Jaden

I adore the way I managed to make her obey my commands. A sensation filled with pride swells within me. She's like a puppet, and I'm behind her, pulling the strings.

She's under my control.

I watch with interest as her scared blue eyes look around, studying the interior of the abandoned building. I scream at her whenever I can and intentionally frighten her, and I find this both amusing and enjoyable. However, I must admit that she's becoming increasingly attractive to me.

The way her long, onyx-colored black hair flows down her shoulders, reaching her waist, sparks a strong desire in me to plunge my hands into it and pull until she starts to scream.

Ever since I saw her today, I noticed she's not wearing one of those loose hoodies that hide her. Her tight black blouse immediately drew my attention to her breasts.

When I realized I was practically drooling, I averted my eyes. I screamed in my head to stop and decided it's simply because I haven't had sex in a few days.

That's all. Nothing more or less. I am not sexually attracted to a snotty sixteen-year-old. I haven't sunk so low as to stoop to that level. However, I absolutely love seeing her get scared and tormenting her!

Yet, my gaze once again wanders down her delicate body as I mutter some things into the camera. It's just unresolved hormones, I reassure myself once again.

Enough! I command myself again.

I stop in front of a room. On the yellow wall, there's a white plaque written in red, "The Smile Room." I raise an eyebrow.

Is it what I think it is?

A grin spreads across my face as I open the doors, and my eyes fall on a chair. Numerous wires surround it, and next to it is a machine. I approach and realize I was right.

An electric shock chair.

— "Cool!" I can't help but speak my thoughts.

I hear Pandora snort behind me and I glare at her. Raising an eyebrow, I signal her to speak up. Her eyes widen with fear when she realizes I've heard her.

She swallows hard, and I watch the delicate curve of her neck. A strange thought creeps into my mind.

I wonder how that fragile patch of skin would feel under my lips. That image, however, sparks a beginning of animalistic hunger in me.

I now admit for the first time, without having drunk a single drop of alcohol today, that I would like to see her lying beneath me, clutching her skin between my fingers like a trophy.

— "I don't think it's cool. On the contrary, I think this whole thing is very terrifying," she whispers, and I reluctantly tear my eyes away from her neck.

Her words amuse me, but I don't show it. She amuses me. She has become so interesting in the last two days. Since that party, to be precise. And since she cut her finger and the taste of her sweet blood made contact with my taste buds. I think she has some pheromones in her blood that are specially calibrated to attract me.

The truth clears my mind: Pandora Addams has entered my radar, and I have no intention of letting her slip away.

— "Because you're a scared bunny," I mock her, watching the adorable way her face turns red.

She sighs, shifting her eyes back to her phone screen. I return to my purpose and in two steps, I'm in front of the chair.

I examine with feigned curiosity the blood in certain areas and feel Pandora behind me. Her breathing has quickened. This place is savage. The hospital was abandoned years ago, but I heard that recently a horror movie was filmed here. I think the producers didn't skimp on the blood, which is practically everywhere. Or paint, whatever they used.