Took my time on purpose, yeah I am smart. Not. Anyway, Juna and Wanda stood outside waiting with a rusty car outside. I took a guess it was to be undercover. For a second, I fanboyed over the whole situation. Could this be when like James Bond going undercover and then kicking the enemies asses to hell and back, getting the girl as well? Oh, but I will never get a chick.

I sat in the back with Vicente and tried (while failing miserably) not to look at him. He was a not a greek god kinda looking dude, more like a harsh reproducing of a sexy man. Well, he would not win against Markiplier with his hotness, though, not that I am gay or anything like that.

Juna started driving the car with ease. She kept giving glances to Wanda. I found that fairly interesting. Vicente didn't seem to mind, he was busy staring out the window, I found myself looking at him again. Hell, I am not a girl, come on, I look at boobs. It felt like forever before we stopped outside a building. The building had fences surrounding it, a pipe sticking up with as a black silhouette. There were double doors in various places and one particularly interesting one. I bet two dollars it's down to the infamous batman cave, no I am joking. It must be there they have sex and take blood from their victims.

I felt a chill down my spine, a heavy gaze lingered on me. My body hummed with anticipation, it had to be Vicente, nobody else treated me this way. His eyes burned with a fire I wanted to play with although I might not get out of it alive. Twice.

Without further waiting all of us went in, I was too busy to get my tangled thoughts in order to notice much of the furniture. I was lead to Vicente's new room, I knew better than to open my traitorous mouth.

"Ethan," Vicente said while his green eyes tried to catch my gaze.

"What is it━━"

"Sir," Vicente automatically corrected me.

"Sir," I repeated, still half confused about the situation.

Vicente tapped his leg and looked me with a suggestion in his eyes. I gulped. The dread downed down on me and hitting me hard.

"Come here." Vicente's voice went a tune lower.

My chest contradicted with the command. My breath went almost out of control and I barely managed to keep my protest out of my mouth. I did as he said and kneeled down so I was straight beside his knee.

"Look at me," Vicente continued, his voice softer.

I did. My eyes meet his green ones, in a moment, I was transported back to the woods where I had played as a kid. My friends and I had played cowboys that should safe the world by using paper guns. How I had roaring felt in a pit while my friends had laughed at my stupidity.

"You will not talk until I tell you too," Vicente's eyes became in a blacker green colour. One of his hands cupped my cheeks.

I flinched. Vicente's hand cupped my face harder. I was at loss to what to do.

"Y-yes," I stuttered.

"What did I just tell you not to?" Vicente dug his nails into my cheeks.

Fear spread through my chest. I had to keep Vicente happy or I was doomed.

"Not to talk unless you told me to," I said quickly.

"Exactly, you are learning rapidly, pet," Vicente smirked.

I had a sarcastic comment on my tongue but thought better of it. Honestly, now I preferred if he could call me Newborn instead, pet was wrong for me.

Vicente's hand lightened the pressure on my face though his hand went lower, downwards, to my neck.

I had to fight against both my head and heart this time. It's infuriating how sensible every of Vicente's touches made my body burn in raw emotions. No girl have ever made that happen to me so quickly before. Every time his fingers touched my veins, I went stiff in his hand.

A heavy silence passed. Vicente continued to caress my face and neck, never moving further from that. A new feeling blossomed in my chest but I couldn't name it. I wanted━━

"Ethan, relax," Vicente whispered softly.

I took a deep breath and relaxed my shoulders, my fists clenched and unclenched.

"We are safe now, you are safe now. Nobody else will ever touch you the way I do," Vicente bent down so our faces were just a few millimeters from each other. "Ethan, answer," Vicente stood completely still looking into my dilated eyes.

"I am calm, Sir," I said in a low voice. Something bound me to Vicente I could basically smell it. I did not know enough to place it, it was a mingled feeling of good and bad.

"I want you to trust me with both your heart and body. Nothing will ever separate us," Vicente let go of my face and I could finally breath normal again.

"But I don't trust you that way," I answered. Immediately I regretted saying it. What if I had angered him? Should I apologize? I was not sure with Vicente. I pissed my pants in fear. Not that I would ever tell that to anyone.

"You will," Vicente's answer left no room for debate. His jaw was set, his eyes glistened with a fearful determination.