The Boy in the Black Choker {Slümptäçïøn}

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"Ah shit. Shit. ShitshitSHIT!" He yelled. He knew he had to get home before the wolves and coyotes came and started gnawing on him, he needed to run now.

He could hear the howls of wolves and they were getting closer to him. His breathing was erratic, and he couldn't see where was stepping anymore.

The cries of the wolves came extremely close, and it was then that he decided to trip over a damn tree root. He dropped his phone, his gun, and he was about to shit himself when he heard growling near his ear.

God, please, I'm sorry, I'll do anyt-

He turned and saw those red eyes again. Two glowing fiery red dots, coming closer and closer. His eyes opened and he saw the wolves were going towards the eyes, all turning tame and sitting before the short figure that stood in the middle of the clearing.

"You shouldn't be here." The owner of the eyes spoke.

Who the hell is this MF talking to?

Stokeley slowly got up, backing away from both the figure and the wolves.

"Y-yo. What the hell are you? Who are you?" He asked, frightened.

The figure sighed and started walking towards Stokeley, slowly making his way to him.

"There is no need to be alarmed. I'm helping you. If it weren't for me, you'd be food for the wolves. Pick up what you came with, and I'll lead you back the way you came." The voice spoke.

Stokeley thought about it. The figure could be lying, but if it weren't for him, he'd be wolf food. He decided to follow him.

He searched around for his phone and gun and found them. Turning the flash light to the figure and gasping softly.

It was just a short boy, probably 5'6 in height, with blonde and black locs on both sides of his head. He wore a tattered hoodie and pants, and no shoes.

His face was tatted and when light was Shone on his eyes, the red spots faded, and light brown eyes were in their place, framed by pretty lashes and on his neck was a tight black choker.

"I'd appreciate if you'd take that light out of my face. Thanks." He said, hand on his hip and brows furrowing.

The wolves must've felt his agitation and started growling, looking towards Stokeley and scaring him shitless even further.

"S-shit. Sorry. My bad." He said quickly.

The stranger sighed.

"Çrüëlä." The figure muttered. The wolves fell silent, walking quietly with their master as he led Stokeley the way he came.

"So, What's your name?" The stranger asked after a while of silence.

"Me?- oh uh, Stokeley." Stoke said, freaking the fuck out.

"The fuck is a "Stokeley"?" The rude ass short MF said.

"Yoo hold up nigga, chill out. What's your name?" Stokeley shot back.

"... It's Jaseh. Better than a damn "Stokeley"." He replied.

Stokeley kept walking but he was thinking. What is this person? How are they controlling wolves? When will this weird ass day end?

"Well, it's not every day that I get to talk to someone. My wolves always get to them before I can save them. Luckily I got to you in time."

Stokeley gulped. "So the screaming woman I hear-"

"Was me." Jaseh interrupted.

"Wait, what?"

"It was me. I was doing the screaming."

"Oh... Um, why? If you don't mind me asking." Stokeley asked curiously.

"I-I uh. I was trying something. I-it's personal." Jaseh muttered.

They were getting close to the clearing now, and lights from Stokeley's home came into view.

"Well, looks like we're here. Please be careful around here at night. I'd hate if anything were to happen to such a handsome face." Jaseh muttered. The lights from the house Shone on him, his red eyes once again losing their color, dimming down to brown irisis.

"You and me both. Wait- did you just call me handsome?" Stokeley asked bewildered.

"I think I did. Is that a problem?" Jaseh asked, stepping closer, the wolves staying put.

Stokeley studied Jaseh closely. The boy was nowhere near ugly, in fact, he's probably the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen. He had a nice body (with a load in the back if you know what he means.) And the cutest face. He looked way too young to be out here alone though.

"I think I'd feel better if I knew your age before you started flirting with me. Wouldn't wanna catch a case with a minor y'know." Stokeley said.

"Well... I guess I'll tell you that I'm 16. I'll be 17.... Hey, do tell me what day it is. I have no idea." He said.

"Nigga, you only 16 and you out here in the woods playing with wolves n shit?" That was bizarre asf.

"Negro, I asked for the day." Jaseh repeated.

Stokeley looked down at his phone to see it was July 6th.

"It's July 6th." He said.

"Okay. I'll be 17 January 23rd. But I'll still flirt with you all I want because the age of consent here is 16." Jah said.

Stoke thought about it for a while. He knew the age of consent, the mayor had made sure to keep that engraved in his mind. And no cap, if Jah fixed himself up and showered, he wouldn't mind being with him too much.

"Well okay then, I'm 20. Don't you have a home?" Stokeley asked.

"No. The precious mayor made sure of that." Jah said, his face changing into a sneer as the wolves started growling  with their change in mood as well.

"Oh uh, you wanna... Stay with me?" Stokeley offered.

"Oh. W-well okay." Jaseh said.
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Wow that was a long ass chapter. Over 2000 words.
Hope you guys enjoyed this story. LISTEN TO SKINS OMM
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