A/N: As usual, I would recommend putting video on loop.

She had moved herself into a sitting position. Right next to her was the male, who had a thin line of saliva drying on his right cheek. Every part of her was telling her not to get closer to the male, who was now patiently waiting. Besides, how would licking the saliva off help? It would just put more on his face, unless that's what he wanted. Given what this man was capable off, it would make sense. He was sick in the head, so perhaps he just wanted her to move her face closer to his. The licking could just be an excuse for something else.

(F/n) watched as he leaned back on his hands and glanced over to her. His brown eyes locked onto her (e/c) gaze, while a smirk tugged at his lips. "I'm waiting, little doe," he announced in a playful sing-song voice.

His tone was rather disturbing to say the least, and the nickname wasn't helping. It only made the whole prey-predator thing more obvious. She didn't want to be considered prey. In reality, however, she really was. There wasn't much that she could do against him, especially since that wasn't his body. Of course, she didn't even know if the entity was male, if it even had a gender.

At one point, though, she had been willing to kill the man for her own survival. Still if she survived, how would she explain the dead body? There was something possessing the person, and it was attacking her? She would sound crazy and most likely be thrown into some mental institute, as well as charged with murder.

There was also the possibility that the entity wouldn't be killed off by merely killing its host. For all she knew, it could just return to its original state and possess another if not her. Given all of the circumstances before her, she really had no choice but to comply or fight. Striking back in her condition didn't sound wise. Besides, he had already made clear what he would do if she did continue to resist him at the moment.

So, with extreme hesitance she leaned forward towards his right cheek. The wide grin upon his lips made her wish to punch him, but she held back. Her pride was on the backburner, as she extended out her tongue. When her tongue finally contacted his skin, she licked the area quickly. She tasted a little blood due to the fact that there was a cut on the same area. Her intention was to pull back swiftly, but the male had other ideas.

Speedily, he turned his head and latched his teeth onto her lower lip. Her skin there broke soon after, and she couldn't move her lips away, for it just increased the pain. She lifted up her hands and pushed against his chest, but he still held on. He rested the palms of his hands on her hips and tugged her forward.

In the process, he proceeded to have her legs straddle his right thigh, as he sucked on the wounded flesh. (F/n) pounded her fists on his chest and sometimes pushed her palms against him, but none of this worked. She saw his expression, and it was one of pure pleasure. It was as if his gaze wasn't even on her, as he seemed to be too focused on his action.

Every second, it seemed, she could feel his tongue glide across her skin, as a small trail of blood dripped down the right corner of his mouth. It felt like this action continued on for minutes, until he decided to let go. Once her lip was free, she shoved her hands against him, but forgot what position she was in. This caused her to fall backwards and collide with the floor.

Her already sore body protested against this, and she couldn't help but grumble out in pain. To add to the situation, her lip felt swollen. She reached her right middle and index fingers up to the small portion of flesh. A warm substance greeted them, and it was probably a combination of her blood and his saliva.

All of her attention directed itself towards the man, however, when she caught sight of him standing up from the bed. He placed his hands in his pockets and glanced down at her amused. It would appear that he would be entertained by any of her suffering.

Before she could do anything to stop him, he reached down and gripped her wrists. There were already bruises forming there, so the contact wasn't pleasant in the slightest. In the next moment, she found herself being dragged across the floor and towards her room door. "What do you think you're doing?! Where do you think you're taking me?!" she yelled out, hoping that he didn't have her death in mind.

"Well, I can't possess this body forever. Technically, I could, but I don't want any more suspicions forming. Then again, some rumors may spread after this man leaves this house," the male replied, chuckling a little.

"What's that supposed to mean?! Who did you possess?!"

"Am I under any obligation to tell you, little doe? I think not," he replied with a mischievous grin. "Besides, you'll find out soon enough. After all, I need to change this body back into its original outfit."

Due to her current position, she really had no choice but to stare up at him. It was the most comfortable position for her neck. She analyzed his face and features a little more carefully. Beforehand, she had been too caught up in fear, worry and hate to pay much attention to the male's distinct features. Upon close inspection she realized that he did indeed look familiar, yet his current expression didn't fit the person in her memories.

That made sense, however, since presently something possessed him. She could recall a cheery smile, while something would be offered to her. Dark and light blues greeted her eyes. The memory clicked, and her eyes widened. "The mail man?!" she cried out in shock. The male only grinned down at her but gave no verbal answer. Otis's truck was probably still parked outside on the street. He never stayed at a house more than a few minutes if that. Suspicion would definitely be forming.

Things finally started to click in her head. The rumors that would form wouldn't be good. Otis had a wounded lip and cheek. Additionally, there were some hand bruises on his neck. She wouldn't be surprised if there were other bruises starting to form on him from her struggles earlier.

Only her parents and Nathan knew that she was staying here, but some of the neighbors probably figured out that she was watching over the house. They could determine this from either observing her entering the house and not coming back out or from seeing her mother deliver a package to the home. It could be both as well. Then again, that would only be if any of the neighbors saw either of these two things.

From this, several rumors could spread. If some of the neighbors knew that she was staying at the house, they could potentially assume that Otis had attacked her, which wouldn't be wrong. Granted, everyone knew him to be an extremely nice individual, and an attack would seem too out of character. They might figure that he snapped over something but even that seemed odd. Besides, it's not like she could yell out that he had been possessed.

A second option would be that Nathan had gotten into a fight with him. This could only be presumed if they didn't know that she was taking care of the house. The neighbors also would have to keep Otis's appearance from her parents. Otherwise, her parents would inform them that their daughter was at Nathan's house and keeping an eye on it for him.

Lastly, the neighbors, should they know about her summer job, could think that something else occurred between Otis and her. If they saw her condition, it would only give more fuel to that assumption. Of course, it would give credence to the first possibility as well. Regardless, she didn't want that third option to come into light. She wasn't into that kind of thing, but she had a feeling that this entity was. In fact it/he had already made that known.

Soon, though, she noticed that they were in Nathan's bedroom. Within moments she was hoisted up from the ground and placed onto the bed. Her body became tense at the action, especially when he reached over towards her. Thankfully, he only moved the uniform on the bed closer to him.

While he started to take off his shirt, part of her desired to look away. She didn't want to watch him get changed, but she didn't want to divert her gaze either given what he/it was capable of. This left her to look straight ahead and occasionally glance over to him to see what he was doing. During this time frame, she had pulled her shirt back down, having forgotten to do so earlier.

Peering back over to him, she instantly looked away, since he/it was taking off his pants. She heard a chuckle behind her and desired to hit him. "Why do I have to be in here with you?" she muttered out, irritated.

"Well, I can't have you trying to escape again, little doe."

"Tch, what are you anyway?" she asked, since she really didn't know what she was dealing with.

"Hmm, I'd rather not tell you at the moment. You haven't been very kind to me, so I don't think you deserve to know. You're going to have to earn that answer. Still, I can tell you my name. After all I want to hear it roll off of your tongue."