What a lovely poison

"Hey, are you listening to me? You, you really don't look okay."

Instead of hearing the worry in her tone, his reddening ears only captured its sultriness and captivating qualities which made his body react. Damnable and unspeakable thoughts began to haunt him, clutching onto his wild imagination. And he didn't like any of it. He felt like he was gradually turning into a beast, the kind which could 'devour' a woman in a very sensual manner.

When the ball of fire somewhere inside him worsened due to the hand that grabbed onto his arm, he nearly lost to the demon which he never knew was actually hiding deep within his heart.

'Stop! I don't want to be a rapist!'

What does it know? The bastard he hated to death, Aeron, was a known rapist, somebody who had no respect for the femininity of the opposite sex. He was a bastard too, but he wouldn't stoop that low just to live up to this title. The deed being consensual only to one party was no different from sexual