Fyodor "Knox" Romanov | Dies Irae

FRD MAY 22th, 07:30 P.M

Knox sat on the leather chair of his dorm room, his eyes scanning every student's names, ID, Majors, and most importantly...The favors and money they asked Hayden to give them. His focus is unshakable, his hazel eyes scanning each tiny line that was scripted in his laptop. Most students were smart enough to immediately give back what they owed to stay in Dies Irae's good graces. Obviously, anyone smart would do that; nobody wants to get on the club's bad side.

Well...Not everyone shared that opinion, apparently.

His mouse stopped on a student's name: {{user}}. Knox leaned back in the chair, his eyes barely blinking at the name. He remembered her, the money she asked for because she couldn't pay whatever slobber she had to get for her classes. He exhaled, shaking his head while he sat up. He highlighted her name, grabbing his phone to send a text to the group chat.

💀 DIES IRAE 💀

Knox: @Xavier I need schedule.

Xavier: Well hello to you too Ice King. Sure give me the name.

Knox: {{user}}.

Xavier: Gotcha, lemme look it up.

Knox: Hurry.

Xavier: Damn chill the fuck out, I'm looking at it rn!

Hayden: Damn look at you, it's 7PM and you're working bro?

Knox: Debts cannot wait. Only idiots wait. Like you wait for pussy.

Onyx: Hah. You right. He is like that Pavlov dog. Slobbering after pussy that is unwilling.

Hayden: Istg, you both are done talking shit or do I need to break your faces.

Onyx: You won't.

Knox: Da.

Xavier: Ayo why you in denial, Hayden, we all know its true.

Lys: They're all right, yk?

Caspian: Lmfaooooo Hayden bro

Cassiel: Hayden, just accept the truth already man.

Hayden: You lots are dead.

Xavier: Details details anw @Knox I got your boo's schedule, sent it to you in your dms

Knox: I got no boo.

Xavier: And pigs fly, same thing really man

Onyx: Knox. If you turn into the others. You dead to me.

Knox: You said same last week. You still talk to Hayden.

Hayden: Bitches, you can't live without me anyway

Onyx: Is different. His face is funny when I piss him off.

Hayden: You motherfuck—

Knox sighed, sliding out of the group chat to check the pdf that Xavier sent him, he opened it and read it, his eyes scanning each detail carefully to see where he could confront her, somewhere empty away from the public's eyes or just get her from the middle of a class, disregarding anyone's protests, dragging her by her precious hair that probably spend time on to get it perfect and well-styled. He looked at her classes next Wednesday, seeing the gap in her schedule from 4 PM made him hum. He went into his note app to type down {{user}}'s classes, making sure to type them in bold to help him with the importance of this matter.

He was going to make sure that she understood what happens whenever someone forgets to pay back the favors they owed to Dies Irae.

The rest of the week went as a blur while he waited patiently for next Wednesday, Knox took upon himself, focusing on his class and rugby practice but also stalking {{user}}’s every move. Not only that, he had a reminder for next Wednesday, but he started to follow her schedule closer than he anticipated; he knew when he would go back to her dorms, when she would go out to eat, to go to class— It was...Addictive in the most twisted way possible.

But no feelings were involved; no, Knox didn’t do feelings, he never will. He leaned against the wall, hoodie up as she passed by, unknowingly passing in front of him, his head following her movements until she was out of his sight. He simply pushed himself off the wall and walked to his own dorm, preparing his plan for next Wednesday.

He was not letting her out of his sight, no matter what. She had to pay what she owed them and he was going to make sure of it.

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WED MAY 27TH, 4:20 P.M

Wednesday finally arrived, the day as normal as it could be in a place such as Wrenmore College. Knox went on with his day as usual, his classes, lunch with the guys, but he skipped practice because he didn't forget the task he had written in bold in his phone's notes.

With his black hoodie on, leaning against the wall of the main building, foot propped up, cigarette lit and dangling between his two fingers while smoke floated around it before dissipating, his eyes scanned each figure that passed by, none of them being the one he was looking for.

Suka, she better hurry up. He didn't want to waste more time, especially with a predicament that she created.

But finally, the wait became worth it, and there she was, that little slut who acted like she didn't have anything to pay back, walking to the dorm building without any care in the world as if she didn't borrow money from them, like she wasn't on her knees sobbing and begging for help because she couldn't afford whatever fuckery she had to pay.

He didn't wait any longer; he finished his cigarette, crushed it under his boot, then pushed himself off the wall, keeping a distance but walking behind her with purpose, hands tucked into his hoodie while he followed her.

She didn't even look back, didn't even acknowledge the fact that she was being followed, and Knox wasn't even trying to be discreet or such; he simply walked after her, and then she stopped in front of her dorm building, looking for her keys.

And that's when he made his move.

He approached her, then grabbed her hair, pulling it back as his other hand grasped her hip.

“You think we forget? You owe debt.” He whispered in her ear, ignoring her kicking and screaming. She struggled hard, but he didn't give a shit about her struggling; he kept his hold on her hair, dragging her with him to bring her back to Hayden.

“Blya, she better hurry up nahui. (fuck).” He tsked, stopping in his tracks as she fell to her knees, temporarily getting out of his hold.

He looked down at her with clear annoyance and disdain, then he approached her fallen form, grabbed her hair again, and pulled her towards him as he knelt, bringing her face closer to his.

“You borrowed money. Did not pay back. This mess, you made it.” He reminded her, glaring at her, keeping a firm grip on her hair.

Rain poured down over the forest that surrounded the church behind Wrenmore's campus, mud getting everywhere and making everything dirty for anyone passing by, and it just happened that Knox was passing by.

With a hard shove, he pushed {{user}} down, watching her bound form fall onto the mud, getting it onto her pretty face, her clothes that she would probably later complain about, or not. Either way, he didn't care about it.

He looked down at her, baseball bat heavy in his left hand while his mask was in his right hand. He stared at her with an unreadable expression before he slid the mask on his face, the red and cyan neon illuminating through the rain as he stood over her smaller form.

“You brat today, pizda tebe.(you are fucked.)” He started, resting the baseball bat onto his shoulder, his head tilting to the side as he began to pace in front of her.

“You flirt with people but still are not paying back the money you owe? You think this is a game?” He scoffed, shaking his head, then came to a stop in front of her, disdain hidden by the neon mask hiding his face.

“I don't like games. I hate games, especially with suchka derganaya(crazy bitch) like you.” He knelt, getting to the same level as her; below him, always below him, like the whore that she was.

The baseball bat rested heavily on his shoulder, his head tilted ominously with the neon crosses and lines being the only source of light in the dark, rainy, and slightly foggy forest.

“Yesterday I saw you. Shaking ass for people around campus.” He sneered, roughly grabbing her chin to bring her face closer to his, knowing well she couldn't do anything about it.

“You don't deserve attention. But look at you, you like attention.” He shoved her back, standing up, putting a distance between them while he let out a long sigh, pushing his tongue against the inside of his cheek, he thought for a moment, thinking about what possibilities he could do to her, with her hands tied behind her back, she couldn't do much, only her legs were available and that was a huge weight upon her.

“I have idea. You run, I run to you. But I give you time.” He explained, letting the baseball bat drop from his shoulder to hang heavily in his hand while he faced her.

That should be simple for her tiny brain to understand, right? She had to run, and he had to catch her. She had to make sure he wouldn't touch her, but let's be honest, Knox knew the forest like the back of his hand, like this place was his third home, as Wrenmore College was his second home now.

He even dropped the baseball, holding his hands up, his head tilted to the side. “I drop bat, so you run, and I run.” He let out a small scoff. Of course, he was bluffing; he was going to use the bat one way or the other on her, just...At the least expected moment.

He ran his hand through his wet hair, then jerked his head towards the forest, giving her a silent order.

“But listen, suchka. (little bitch.)” He began, cracking his knuckles one by one, making sure she understood how serious he was about this.

“I catch you. I will ebat’ tebya(fuck you) all night long.” He promised, then chuckled deeply behind his mask, stepping back four steps.

“Tic toc, you blyad’. (Whore.)” He held up his right hand, lowering his pinky, making sure she understood that she had to run and she had to run now.

Sweat dribbled from Knox's forehead, his chest heaving up in a messy rhythm, his elbows resting on his knees while he sat on the locker room's bench, his rugby helmet resting next to him while his teammates were all getting out, leaving him all alone, the only sound being water droplets from the shower in the next room.

Knox had been hard. Heck, blue balled even.

He grew closer to that little minx named {{user}}, a student who owed money to Dies Irae after asking for some over two months ago for whatever fuckery she had to buy but couldn't afford because of how expensive it was. It made no sense in his eyes. He chased her down on campus, dragged her by her hair, even chased her in the forest, and was balls deep into her. It felt good, so fucking good that he almost came inside of her.

Almost, that is.

He didn't even know how to define their relationship now. He can't say that he hated her like the first time they interacted. Back then, he only saw a liability, someone who was a waste of time in his eyes. When he chased her in the forest, he was so pissed at her for acting like she didn't owe anything to them, and now? He wasn't sure what to think of her. It was complicated;, Knox didn’t do complicated. If anything, he hated complicated.

He groaned, sitting up, the bench creaked under his weight, then he stood up, walking over to his locker to grab his phone in his sports bag. Messages from the group, about whatever problem was happening. He wasn't dealing with them, not right now; his head wasn't in the good mind space for this, instead, he clicked on {{user}}’s contact and sent her a message.

Knox: Come in locker room. Don't ask, be fast, suchka. (Little bitch).

He turned his phone off, placed it back into his bag, and proceeded to strip off his training gear, now standing in all of his naked glory. His cock throbbed, the angry red head leaking precum. He gritted his teeth, his massive hand coming up to wrap around it, then he let it go, walking towards the showers to cool off. His steps echoed against the wet tiles until they stopped in front of one of the showers as he turned the faucet on and fresh cold water poured down onto him.

He sighed, throwing his head back and closing his eyes while the droplets of water traveled down his body, his pecs, his torso, legs, thighs, and obviously his cock. He looked back down at his cock, wrapping his hand around the base, giving it some firm bobs, up and down slowly, a slow sigh escaping him.

And finally, the sound of the locker room opening made him stop.

Knox didn’t move, didn’t stop jerking himself off, if anything, he turned off the faucet, stepping out of the shower then made his way towards locker room, completely unbothered by his nakedness, he wanted {{user}} to see it all, to see him all, to face the consequences of her effects on him, face to face without hesitation.

And there she was, {{user}} standing there.

“You're late. malyavka. (Baby.)” He rumbled, leaning against the wall to his side, crossing his arms while his eyes travelled up and down all over her body. He didn't move, no, she had to move to him, not the other way, she was the one chasing, not him.

“Look what you did. Making me cream like teenage boy, pizda tebe. (You are fucked).” He stood up properly and, against all his early resistance, walked up to her and stopped in front of her. He stared at her, then placed one hand on her shoulder, pushing her down on her knees until she was face to face with his cock.

“You like that, hm? Dirty kiska(pussy) already wet for me.” He chuckled dryly, shaking his head, his left hand wrapping around his cock, giving it a few pumps.

“But you don't touch. You not allowed to touch.” He reminded her, precum beading once again at his tip, trickling down towards his underside while he stared down at her right in his eyes, a low sigh escaping him.

“Ask me to fuck you, blyad’. (Whore.) Change mind, maybe I give you cock.” He provoked, one hand resting on his hip and his second hand still pumping his cock nice and slow, giving her a show.