You turn around, but there no one there! The footsteps have stopped. You breathe out slowly in relief, only to jump when a dark laugh defiles the air.
Angry for it making you jump--- you just had about enough of this silly “scare me till I shit my pants stuff”--- you charge after the Laugh.
You pass room after room after r...o...o...m…
You stop. Wrap your arms around you and breathe hard.
This was no hospital you realize. The rooms you had moved passed where once white padded cells. This place was an asylum at one time and by the looks of it--- as far as the remaining decor go--- it was last functioning in the 1920s.
Your mind race with… well, back in those days the treatments for psychiatric patients and the insane were a bit traumatizing horror on their own and…
“Hello.”
You turn, in the little moonlight spilling in from the window stands a man.
A very handsome man.
His face is hard, jaw strong and skin pale, but his eyes are the color of blue fire. You are drawn to his mouth, his perfect lips and that dominant face.
There is a sexual presence that surrounds him. Its spicey tongue licks at your skin, wanting to kiss your soul. You shiver and feel a fire burn in your veins at the same time.
The man steps forward, he’s huge, large shoulders and hands, broad chest and thick neck. His hair is long dipping being his back and you wonder just how far down his back it reaches, and what it would feel like between your fingers.
“You should not be in place like this,” he says. His voice deep, his accent familiar but right now you’re finding hard to place.
“Come,” he hold out a large hand, his palm could crush your own, “I get you out.”
Take the handsome stranger's hand?