"Hello?" I answered the call on my cell phone.
"Hello?" came the reply. I was startled. It was as though I was listening to my own echo, except that it sounded electronic and artificial.
"Who is this?" I asked tentatively as I sat up from the couch, the leather creaking as I shifted my weight, shattering the still silence of the library in the house that Zul and I envisioned together.
"Who is this?" came the reply. What the hell? Again, I heard the same artificial electronic echo. I was puzzled. Was this a joke? Because if it was, it sure as hell was not funny. I opened my mouth to reply but was instantly cut off.
"I'm sorry, I must have dialed the wrong number," he apologized sheepishly and I felt an entire weight being lifted off my shoulders as I heaved out a sigh of relief.
"No worries, bro. Take it easy," I replied and as I pulled my cell phone away from my ear to end the call, I heard a muffled hurried voice coming out of the speaker, "Wait! Wait!"
I felt my face frown in confusion. What would a stranger who had dialed a wrong number would want with me? I pressed my cell phone back to my ear and answered, "Yeah?" Looking back, I realized that it was the worst thing I could have done.
"I was just wondering," he began and paused. "How you looked like," he continued. Another pause and I could feel my eyebrows shooting upwards, but he was not done. "When I drive this knife deep into your heart," he finished. This time, the voice was no longer artificial or electronic, it was deadly and menacing.
Silence lapsed between us and I could feel an icy chill running down the length of my spine as I heard him utter those words. Suddenly, the temperature of the library had dropped and my eyes darted around, expecting to see a pair of eyes staring right at me. I could feel my adrenaline-laced blood rushing in my ears as my heart pounded wildly in my chest, threatening to burst out of it as it pounded what seemed to be a lifetime's worth of beats in the limited time it had left. I tried to keep my breathing light and regular, but how could I when it was succumbing itself to the tendrils of adrenaline? "Who is this?" I managed out a whisper, trying to keep the shiver out of my voice.
There was a soft chuckle before he replied, "The last person you will ever see in this fucking world, asshole." All of a sudden, the library door burst open and I saw someone garbed in black standing in the doorway. Alarm bells rang in my head and my muscles screamed for flight, knowing that it was not a good idea to stick around to find out who he was. I scrambled out of my seat but he was much swifter than I was, moving as quick as lightning in a flash of black. As I scrambled out of my seat, he reached out and grabbed my ankle in an iron grip before pulling me back towards him. He held me up by the neck and I felt him strangling me.
Instantly, I felt the air hunger build up within me as my eyes jammed wide open with panic, begging for the inflow of oxygen as he cut off the blood circulation to my head. I could not scream for help, for Zul or anybody. How could I when I had no air in my lungs? He tightened his grip on me and I fought in vain to pry his hands off, but he was stronger and held on firmly. I fought for what seemed like eternity but I gave up when my vision was dimming at the edges, like an old television. That was it, I figured. I was going to switch off like an old black and white television, collapsing to a tiny spot of light that burned bright in the center of the screen, before dimming and then disappearing forever.
But I remained because he loosened his grip on me and I took in lungful after lungful of precious air, refreshing my system as it awoke slowly from its' deathly slumber. My vision was regaining itself gradually but I did not see it coming, for it came quick and fast. He hurled me towards the bookshelves and I crashed into it before landing with a loud thud on the floor as books rained down on me. I could feel a throbbing headache coming along as I pushed myself through the books, my shoulders screaming with agony from the impact of the crash. I dragged myself out of the mountainous pile of books and finally caught a sight of my assailant.
He was wearing a tight fitting black shirt that showcased his huge pectoral muscles in proud honor. I could see his nipples pushing out of the soft black fabric, straining to get loose. I bit my lower lip and could not help but fantasize on sucking on them. God, the way they stood out was amazing, and they were not even erect yet. However, it was really his abdominal muscles that stole the show. They were beautifully cut and majestically ripped as I saw each and every one of them carefully outlined by the soft black fabric. His arm muscles were the size of baseballs and looked as though any movement he made would tear the shirt to shreds, not that I was complaining. I could see the veins in them pop out as the moonlight hinted at the curve of his muscles. Fuck, he was hot. He was wearing a pair of black leather gloves and a pair of black combat boots too. I would have been able to see his face if he was not wearing a black ski mask and where his eyes were, sat a pair of black mirrored wraparound sunglasses, masking him in a shroud of anonymity that exuded a tremendous amount of power. He was wearing a pair of black baggy jeans that subtly boasted the succulent calf muscles he had underneath. More importantly, I could see a growing bulge in his jeans, and it was pulling me in, hypnotizing me as he walked with the rhythmic bouncing gait of an athlete towards me.
All of a sudden, my jeans was tighter at certain areas and I could feel the pain in my groin building up as I helplessly watched the black figure stride towards me. He knelt before me and I pulled myself away, cowering from the close proximity between us as I squirmed around to hide my bulge. I could feel his eyes feasting on me, analyzing each and every one of my physical attributes before committing them to memory. Even after the struggle we had earlier, his breathing was somehow light and regular as though nothing had happened earlier.
"Don't, please," I begged softly. He raised his black leather gloved hand and brought it close to my face. I flinched at the thought of a backhand to my cheek, but all he did was run the back of his black leather gloved hand down the side of my face. I sighed out in pleasure as I melted right before him. It was as though the air of confidence that radiated right from his core was akin to the fiery intensity of a thousand suns. He leaned in close to my ear and I could inhale his scent as it gently caressed my nostrils, sending my nose to sheer ecstasy that surpassed the seven layers of Heaven itself. His scent was nothing like what I had experienced before. There was an earthy note to it from his natural oils and a hint of something sweeter like vanilla. It was stronger than any drug that I had smoked before and it was intoxicating.
I just wanted to bury myself in his strong arms, to feel the warmth of his pectoral muscles against my cheeks while I listened to the steady heartbeat coming through it with nothing but his scent enveloping me in a blanket of comfort. I had to resist wrapping my arms around him, pulling him into me, feeling him nuzzle that masked face of his against my neck. I wanted him, I wanted him so badly. I wanted him to fuck me senseless like a wild animal. I wanted him to fuck me until I was not able to walk. I wanted him to fuck me, period. But I know my place, and that was with Zul.
"Listen, stud," he began in a husky whisper. It was the first time he had spoken after our struggle and I was already shivering with delight as I felt his hot breath tickling my ear. I could feel my cock stiffening in my jeans and the pain was unbearable, yet I craved for more, but I could not tell him that. Then again, I guessed my bodily actions had betrayed me because he reached for my bulge. The lust was so strong within me that I had to force myself away from him, and a part of me died when I did that, but it was the right thing to do, right?