Beguile

Chapter 85

I sprinted towards the door, desperate to escape the suffocating atmosphere inside, where his words morphed into menacing threats. Their echoes reverberated in my ears, each syllable sending shivers down my spine, prickling my skin with a sense of impending danger.

My feet slipped on the carpet, sending me crashing to the ground. The once-soft texture now felt like sticky glue, trapping me in its grasp.

Kurt's flushed face loomed over me, his wide grin sending a chill through my veins. I thrashed my legs, trying to fend him off as he attempted to lift me.

"What's the matter, baby? Lost your nerve?" His words dripped with malice as he yanked me to my feet, my back scraping against the abrasive fibers of the carpet.

"I was just-" I began, but he cut me off with a sneer.

"Just teasing me?" His grip tightened around my legs. "Should've thought twice before you started."

"It was a joke!" I protested weakly, realizing the futility of resistance.

He sensed my surrender and slackened his hold on me, his lips brushing against my ear. "That's not a joke, Ken. Not at all."

I jabbed at his shoulder, catching him off guard as he stumbled backward.

Seizing the opportunity, I quickly scrambled to my feet and made a dash for the door. Before turning the knob, I glanced back, intending to flash a triumphant smile, but what met my gaze was his imposing figure, his broad shoulders locking me in.

He pressed his hands against the door, trapping me between his solid frame and the unforgiving barrier.

"Did you have something to say?" His voice was a low growl as he loomed over me.

Frozen in place, I felt like prey caught in the claws of a predator, hoping that stillness would render me invisible. My hand hovered over the doorknob, the promise of freedom tantalizingly close.

But Kurt had already seen through my intentions.

"Well, go ahead. Open it," he taunted, his breath hot against the nape of my neck.

Uncertain whether it was a jest or a challenge, I knew I had no choice. Just the thought of facing him alone in this desolate corridor, with its eerie silence, sent shivers down my spine. He was volatile, dangerous, and unpredictable, and I dreaded what he might do without anyone else around to restrain him.

I twisted the doorknob, anticipating the satisfying click of the lock disengaging. Yet, it stubbornly remained immobile, mocking my futile attempts. A dark chuckle escaped Kurt's lips as I continued to twist the knob, my desperation mounting with each fruitless turn.

"Hmm..." Kurt's hand slithered out, trailing along my shoulders until it reached my hand gripping the doorknob, his touch as gentle as the first caress of a wave. "Isn't it marvelous?" he mused. "The door locks automatically once it's shut. Some say it's to keep others out, but I like to think it's to trap them in."

His words sent a shiver down my spine, but curiosity compelled me to ask, "What do you plan to do?"

His thumb traced circles on my hand, sending my pulse into a frenzy. "Primarily, investigate," he replied. "But I prefer to keep my hands clean, so I leave the dirty work to the others." His grip tightened on my hand, and he leaned in closer, his breath hot against my neck. "And that's precisely what I'm contemplating right now. Although, I wouldn't mind giving you a thorough pat-down first, just to ensure you're not armed. Inch by inch, exploring every crevice."

Pressing his hardness against me, he drew a sharp intake of breath from my lips. "But you don't like getting your hands dirty, do you?" I exhaled, trying to maintain composure. "Then call them-"