Dear Diary

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Why the hell did I ever think it was a good idea to write a literal book describing my kinks? I can't even talk to anyone about it because no one knows about it. Other than him now of course. I haven't seen the dick all week. He skipped everyday, god knows where, so I was stuck to drown in my own embarrassment and anger.

I got another text this morning.

Unknown number: You should wear red more often, it suits you

So it's getting creepy now, and increasingly irritating. I wore red yesterday. Which of course could be a coincidence, or one of my friends. But I don't think they would be dragging it out for this long. 5 weeks now?

Ive never responded to the weird texts, but today I finally did.

Me: Who is this

Unknown number: And she speaks! For a while there I almost thought I had the wrong number

Me: You do

No response. Weirdo.

I walk over to my usual tree with a sketchbook, since I don't have my journal. I come here to study anatomy, which works out perfectly for me because I have athletes who do plenty of poses right in front of me.

I'm great at drawing the female body, but males are somehow more difficult. I start to do a quick rough sketch of the quarter back of the football team, getting ready for the ball to get thrown to him by the guy hunched over in front. I don't know football too well.

I have to be quick, and then fill in the shading after he moves. 

I feel a presence behind me, a shadow casting across the ground. I look up to see Axton looking over my shoulder at the sketch.

"If you needed a model so badly you should've just asked. I can do nude," he smirks.

"What you can do, is do everyone a favour and go back to whatever shithole you crawled from." I look back down. He chuckles.

He sits down beside me, ruining my peace.

"Go away."

He places a hand on my thigh, and leans into my ear. "Just stay quiet and finish your drawing."

When I open my mouth to speak, he slides his hand up my thigh a little, "Stay quiet or I will not refrain from fingering you right now, and then you'll have something to whine about."

I shut my mouth and stay quiet. Asshole. We're out in the open, and as much as I want to provoke him, I can tell by the look in his eyes that he's not joking.

So I continue my drawing, adding on to the other player roughly, and finally finish just before the practice is over.

The whole time, Axton sits there watching me draw quietly, keeping his hand in place, sometimes moving his finger in circles just to see my reaction. He's so annoying. And aggressive. He's practically holding me down as if I'm about to try to run away. I mean he's not wrong.

I don't know why he hasn't just taken me to where ever already. He seems like the kidnapping type. "Done?" He asks. I nod my head.