When a man is thirsty, they find water to quench their thirst. When they want to get in the disposition, their sexual demands increment as they go berserk, not thinking straight. I believe in the concept of sexually compulsive behavior, particularly at a young age of men. The way you're feeling once you are foreseeing intimacy is controlled by our nerve framework. Our brain shuts down reasoning and logical behaviors. That's why the foremost safe thing to do when you're aroused is to masturbate alone. Be that as it may, if you're caged for two decades straight, not able to have human contact, and now that you're hungry for it, what will happen to the person you'll have intercourse with? He can kill someone by just intercourse. Not to mention, he’s not a human at all. As I felt his hands sliding down through my breast, I know I’m in trouble. I know he’s holding up for this minute as he found his potential prey. Too bad, I am the prey. We had an agreement, but I can't accept this. I k

For the past few weeks, I've been scarcely alive. I mean, I don’t know what to cognizance, conceive, or express anymore. All of these felt so fabled to me. I couldn’t even create by mental act what it feels like to be blissful or enlivened any longer. The world is so impartial to me. My parents left me, and now Nathan. I tried to trill the hefty thought away, but every time I had the fortune to remember him, I choked back a sob. I miss him so much, and there’s nothing I can’t do about it. “Look at me.” I didn’t do what he uttered as he kept on hammering on me. It’s weary, and I don’t have the vigor to even come, but he forcefully grabbed my jaw and successfully made me look him consecutively in the eyes. He looks aggravated, as common. When does he even look lively? Every time I could detect him, he didn’t look…contented. As if the world was unfair to him too. He stopped when he realized I was not enjoying it. He pulled out and showed me his fangs and claws. He transformed into a h

“Today, we are going to play…” Mr. Brown trailed off, observing each of our expressions incautiously. His hands are behind, telling us that he got something for us. If it’s a surprise, well, I despise celebration. “I think he needs a drum roll for making this more intense.” a kid muttered beside me. I nodded in agreement. He’s taking his time to suspense us. Either way, this is sports, so I wouldn’t say I enjoy it. “Dodge ball.” then he showed us a circled red inflated ball. Mr. Brown puts the ball on his finger then swirls it; his eyes gleamed with pure immorality. I bit my bottom lip as anxiousness started to rush through my nerves. Aside from the students here, I also despise the teachers in this school. Not that I disdain them or generalize, it’s just that they know some students cannot max out their acquisition. Still, they would push them to their l

I took a sideways glance at Ethan beside me. He fell asleep between my arms. I don’t have any idea how long we stayed in this position. My arms are getting drowsy from keeping his head soothing. I heaved out a hefty sigh, and a thought came to my mind like a light bulb that’s been switched on. I gulped when I tried to touch his hair. I’m afraid he might wake up with the sudden sensation, but he didn’t flinch or move to my luck. He’s sleeping soundly as if the world had stopped evolving around him, and he’s in his harmony. I couldn’t help but leer while stroking his hair, gently for him. He looks tranquil as if nothing’s going to stop him from taking this moment. Many questions are still occupying my brain, and one of them is why he had a sudden breakdown, and he doesn’t want me to leave him. He cried so hard, almost howling and changing his half body into his werewolf form. I was ruffled, not knowing what to do. However, he didn’t do anything against my consent but a bolt from the bl

Life was improbable to be consummated with delectation and prosperity. There are moments when you go up as if riding in a big-dipper, you close your eyes with fear consuming, but you still hold your hands high in the air enjoying it. That’s how it goes in our existence. There are pain and pleasure. As I tried to reach up in the sky, taking my momentum, I felt like the creation had stopped revolving around me, and I was living in an eternal paradise. I have questions, approximately, where am I? Why am I here? Why am I alone? And lastly, what is my purpose here? But does it matter any longer? Everything I have dreamed of is right here before me. Peace is all I ever wanted. I’m not hanging on a burden. I no longer feel any hatred I felt on earth. Even if I am alone, thus, living by yourself doesn’t mean you are lonely. Who cares about anyone if all they have ever done to you is give you agony? Pain? Suffering?