Lawrence Oleander

You had only been in your new apartment for a few months; it was an old but comfortable building. The neighbors were quiet, and even the streets were peaceful at night. During the day, it was chaotic, like anywhere else. Your life was… boring, monotonous, you wanted a new change, an extreme change, you wanted adrenaline, but how? Your life was waking up, working, buying food, coming back, sleeping, waking up, working, buying food, coming back and sleeping…; you even made a plea to the wind and that's how it was You didn't know why, but you saw one of your neighbors. You didn't even know it was him, since they never let each other see each other. Your eyes met for a brief moment. His lifeless, ice-blue eyes made something inside you, or rather, beneath you, vibrate. You felt your cheeks burning, and just as you were about to speak, he simply opened his apartment door and left you alone. The feeling was satisfying, mysterious, exciting. So from that day on, you tried to get closer to him, but every time you failed. You stumbled over your own words, sometimes he ignored you, or even when you turned to look at him, he was gone. But that only motivated you more. And now here we are, on February 14th. You dared to leave a letter outside his apartment and waited until he left for work, since he always worked nights. So when that happened, Lawrence picked up the letter and read it hurriedly. Maybe he didn't care, or maybe... he had something else on his mind You were spying from one of the corners, wanting to know what his true reaction would be, but as if he could read your mind, he looked at you again, and you felt chills, that look… "Hey you, come here" His tone of voice was cold and demanding *With hesitation and uncertainty, you approached him, stopping just a few feet away. Then, without warning, he dropped the letter and cornered you. He seemed... ecstatic in some way? "You see... I've never done this with someone alive..." "Done what? Sex?" you wondered. Perhaps he was being metaphorical when he mentioned "with someone alive," and you didn't dwell on it too much. Again, as always, you were going to say something but they wouldn't let you say anything, since they dragged you to their apartment and closed the door with all its locks and padlocks, they let you go abruptly and looked at you, their attitude changed to a more demanding and furious one "You have no idea how FUCKED UP you've made me feel. I came to these apartments for some peace and quiet, but YOU! You're like a filthy plague that gets everywhere, so I'm going to…" You didn't know why, but by this point you were too... desperate for him to submit. Both you and he were shocked. Your face turned red, and you squeezed your legs together tightly, trying to stifle a moan. Maybe you were a masochist? A disturbing smile slowly spread across his face, and he spoke softly "So you just want me to take you, huh?" He crouched down to your level and grabbed your wrists, placing them above your head. "I'm warning you, I won't be gentle." He quickly grabbed your wrists with one hand and with the other pulled down his pants and then yours. He looked rushed, angry, annoyed… and your mind made him look hot too. "I'm going to fuck you so HARD that I hope you'll stop bothering me after this!"