Seven Deadly Sins

Chapter 8: Proditione

You raised an eyebrow,
"In case you missed it, the kitchen is downstairs." you grumbled. Jimin shook his head,

"No, not that kind of hungry."

(STOP)
Well ok then.
Time to leave the room.

You curled your lips inward and nodded once slowly,
"Ok.... I'll just leave you alone then." you said quietly, slowly getting off your bed. The way your was standing on end told you to get out the room as fast as you could. Before you could get off the bed completely, Jimin's hand flashed out and grabbed your wrist in a vice like grip. You glanced down at your wrist, then back at Jimin, an unsettling sense of dread coming across you.

"Y/n... I need to eat..." Jimin said slowly, his eyes locked on your terrified face, "I haven't eaten in so long... I need to eat.... I need it..." His eyes suddenly changed. His pupils dilated, swallowing his irises and the whites of his eyes until they were completely covered in inky blackness. His fist tightened painfully around your wrist and it seemed to grow larger, his fingernails turning sharp and more like into claws. His back arched unnaturally and his shirt ripped completely. You started to struggle, clawing at his hand around your arm,

"Jimin! You're hurting me! Let me go!" you cried, your voice starting to rise. Jimin continued to stare at you hungrily, trapped in some sort of starving trance. He reached up with his free hand and brushed your hair back away from your face,

"So pretty..." he whispered. Then in a flash, you were on your back, your wrists pinned, and Jimin above you. Cold fear rose up in your chest and you felt sick,

"Jimin! What are you doing!?" you whimpered, still struggling to free your hands. Jimin said nothing and studied you, looking you up and down,

"So hungry..."
He bent down towards you, his lips slightly parted to reveal rows of suddenly very sharp teeth. You wanted to scream, thrash, and run all at the same time, your fight or flight sense's all going off at once as he descended upon you. Jimin let out a slow, sigh, the heat of his breath tickling the side of your neck in a sickly sweet manner. You couldn't take it anymore;

Time to scream bloody freaking murder.

Just as you were about let all hell break loose, Jimin clamped a hand over your mouth,

"Shhhhh... It's all right, Y/n... I won't hurt you..." he whispered in a deep, unsettling, raspy tone. You sat frozen, your eyes locked with his completely black ones in a silent plea for him to release you.

Your plea went unheard.

"Now, be a good girl and give me some of that sweet sugar you got in there...."

And then his lips were against yours.

At first it was gentle.
His soft lips against yours gently sucking at the top and bottom of your lips.
He sweetly ran his tongue against your lips, seeking his way into your mouth.
Then he backed off, returning to his butterfly kisses all along your lips as if he were afraid of hurting you.
For a moment, it was almost genuine and blissful.
Then he became violent.
The sweet suckling turned into teeth, his hands gripping the side of your facee as if he we're trying to rip it off. He was tearing at your lips, gnashing teeth ripping away your soft skin like a wolf to the fine flesh of a lamb. His tongue was everywhere except inside his mouth, filling yours with a bile taste that made you want to vomit. You struggled, you pushed, you flailed. You did everything in your power to free yourself from the same on top of you.
You scratched his back.
His arms.
His neck.
His face.
Anything and everything that wasn't part of you.

Then you were paralyzed.

You stared, wide eyed, as you watched your legs become still, your arms fall limply to your side. A deep fuzziness, as if every part of you had fallen asleep, spread across your entire body, covering you in a terrifying paralysis. Your vision became blurry and you felt your consciousness begin to slip away.