EPISODE 10
THE IDEAL PLAN
1 WEEK LATER
EMERALD'S POV
Now that's the thing with Draven King, hr just drops a bombshell and try to impose it on me. Ever since that day in the locker room where he said I should be his, he had never taken his eyes off me, although I knew pretty well who Draven was and if he wanted something, he certainly doesn't need my permission to get it. Obviously when he demanded I should be his, I boldly rejected, it's not like I expected Draven to back off so easily, of course he didn't. My phone beeped as I laid on my side stretching my hand to get it. "Are you sleeping darling?"Draven's name and text appeared on the screen of my phone and I rolled my eyes dropping it back. Well obviously Draven got my number since that day my phone was in his custody . but after he asked me that dann question in the locker room he hasn't actually allowed me to be, he texted me every night about his damn sexual fantasies. Despite the fact that I don't reply, it didn't stop him, it was as if he could feel how wet I got under the blanket just by reading his words. My phone beeped again and I took it. "I can't sleep". I flew my fingers over the keyboard in attempt to type but I had a second thought, I certainly wouldn't want him to think that I was enjoying his all night texts, although I actually was. My phone beeped again, it was his text, it read; "how would you feel when I put my hard big dick into those slimy pussy of yours?'' I closed my eyes as my checks flushed red just by imagining it. I hated the feeling Draven's texts were giving me, I closed my phone and turned to the other side of my bed facing the light. I was scared to close my eyes because I was afraid of those demons, the last few days have been hectic for me, it always seemed like I was in another world where things that are not supposed to be actually are.
I mean who the fuck would think demons, ghosts and monsters actually existed? Last night, I had a dream about the same voice that appeared in the basement, I came to know those where my lost childhood memories, but why couldn't I remember everything when I was 15? or 14? Why is it now that I am actually ready to give up searching for my past and I'm ready to move on?
I rolled my eyes knowing obviously it was Draven with his annoying text again, my initial plan was to ignore them and pretend to be sleeping but you know how temptations goes. I turned to take a glimpse at it and my eyes went wide open in surprise. "Come outside" his text came with an angry emoji. I quickly removed my blanket and moved to the window opening it and I sighted a black Range Rover car just next to my window on the road, the glass window goes down and Draven's head popped out as motioning me to come down. My heart beat fastened, Draven is right here, he's fucking here! My phone beeped again and I check my phone immediately. "You've got five minutes, darling" "Or what? " I typed back angrily with my brows furrowed in anger. " Or I'm coming for you myself ", he sent a smirk emoji and I took a deep breathe, there was no need to doubt Draven, I knew him better than anyone, if he made a threat he does his best to fulfill it, with Draven there was no fucking one around.
" three more minutes", he texted again. I took out my clothes and covered myself, making sure to cover my breast very well, I would have changed up to something less tempting but I didn't intend on staying long, I was just going to tell him to fuck off and then I'll be in my room on my precious bed again. I have my nightgown underneath without a bra and a transparent pantie, my night gown was light and transparent and extremely short. My nipples created circles around it and you could clearly see the shape and how ripe they were, I tied my hair up in a high ponytail covering the coats over my full breasts. I stepped outside, the cold breeze shivered past me, it was January and the weather was freaking cold especially at night. I walk towards the car as silent as I could trying not to wake Mum and Dad or raise any suspicion, Draven took down the glass and stared up at me as if he was studying me. He wore a black jacket and a T-shirt with a ripped rag jeans. "What the fuck do you want?" I flared at him angrily. "You". His lips twitched in an evil smile, a normal human being would think there's an affection behind that smile, and I knew that I wasn't normal. "Get into the car" his voice is coarse and demanding
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