“He will calm down. I will go check on him in a minute. Are you right with Matitus?” he asks. I look at Matitus and he is watching me, wanting to know my answer. I nod and Dragus smiles before walking off.
I go to get off his lap, Matitus grabs my hips forcing me to remain on him.
“I won’t do anything, I like it when you're close,” he says, his eyes softening as he leans in, pressing his face into the crook of my neck and inhaling. I flinch when his nose touches the skin of my neck. He pulls back, worry on his face as he eyes my neck.
I try to say something, opening and closing my mouth, but I feel like something is lodged painfully in my throat from his vice-like grip. Matitus looks up and watches me, before biting into his wrist, his eyes not leaving mine. His wrist starts bleeding, a
