[Mr M Is Calling!] A pair of dark brown eyes, those belonging to a terrified David, hurriedly dilated, immense aghast swimming in their pupils as they slyly observed the mysterious and ominous shadows as they carelessly moved around in a house that was as big as a barn — so luxurious and fantastically built, with bright lights illuminating every space. DAVID — there, he was sitting still in the car while daring himself not to move an inch of his body. His lips had slightly parted as his heart skipped beats before hammering vehemently against the walls of his chest — there, where cold air had decided to bite into his lungs, leaving little fresh air for his system. Every muscle in his body was screaming at him to flee this instant, but he remained glued to the seat of the car, his eyes glaring at Sean who found his reaction satisfying, for he was laughing like a drain, ensuring that the waves of his voice attached themselves into David's ears. "Come on, sweetheart. Don't you dare

[Happiness] —The just-risen sun shone softly on the streets, there, where a detached David was lamely sauntering on — with a mind that was awfully caged by unpleasant and poisonous thoughts. They were thoughts that threw his soul into an abyss of dread and helplessness. An aura of grey had already enslaved his whole body in a pit of nothingness. He walked like a sick man who knew how many days were left for him to 'enjoy' the warmness of life. His hands were carelessly thrown in the darkness of his pockets whilst his half-opened eyes witnessed the sun as it washed the small part of the city he was in, with its warmth, bringing the streets in a flurry of early-morning activity. Every human being that David walked past wore hell-serious faces that scared him a little. It was Monday, everyone was hurrying towards their destinations. Cars roared unceremoniously, away to where their destined locations were — they drove past David who at this point seemed to be a lost soul, wandering a

The heart of an individual continued to hammer itself against the chest, hoping to escape immediately without delay. There — there; Sam stood a couple of minutes away from his bed, ogling at the known intruder that was sitting quietly on the bed. His phone was shaking in his hand as he blew the rays of the flashlight at David who was seen smirking as if he enjoyed Sam who was depicting fear from every pore of his body. David was wearing slightly exposing clothes — just only a black cap and black clothes that drew his figure out for Sam to tell immediately who it was. Seeing Sam as he was shaking, David chuckled evilly while clapping his hands in delighting disbelief — everything made him happier than ever. "D-david…?" Sam whispered a stuttering query; his whole body was shivering like a breaking egg. He continuously blinked as if afraid that he'd miss a chance to witness as 'David' moved closer to him, and so he did. "Just be a good boy, now will you?" Slowly getting up from th

Footsteps elegantly and rhythmically throbbed on the pavement there, where dead leaves were pattering across, dancing nervously and swirling in the waves of the wind. Slowly and steadily, the footsteps filled their echo across the narrowed lane, making useless, loud demands into the hearts of both David and Travis who completely stopped walking. "SEAN!" David swiftly growled quietly through his suddenly clenched teeth and hissed every letter with pure hatred. His whole figure was instantly embraced by indignation that went along with uncontrollable aghast, that did not go unnoticed by Travis who at this point knew not how to react. David secretly fiddled with the sleeves of his blazer, counting every luxurious step Sean was making in their direction. Though luxurious, every movement that Sean made was magnificently filled with warm malice that did not give threat right away. A beaming smile was dangling beautifully on his glowing face, hiding its treacherousness behind his ears.

["THE REASON WHY!"]—DAVID'S POV: In a compartment — as spacious and cosy, there I am lying on a king-size bed, covered in nothing but a black, silky bed sheet that was smelling heavenly with sweet roses. There, my dewy eyes are nervously staring into a pair of startling emerald eyes that mischievously look into mine like I were an open, interesting book — they intensely peek into the open door of my soul and I could not help but feel naked than I already was. All the shadows hidden in the deepest zone of my soul, suddenly show themselves out to play, leaving only shame to deposit itself on every one of my pulsating veins. I start to feel like hiding myself but the question is where can I, possibly? His burning eyes touch the skin of my soul, encouraging intimate happiness to swirl all over my system. "Who am I? Please…call my name like it's holy!" I squeal nervously, abruptly when I begin to feel the magical tips of fingers that were as hot as hell, magnificently snake down my s