Deviant: No Longer Human

"..."

"Why don't you just shoot already?" Wang Xiao asked, his voice tinged with amusement as he took a step closer.

Freya, however, hesitated, her finger hovering nervously over the trigger.

'Shoot? Kill someone?' Freya's stomach churned at the thought.

She hadn't even hurt anyone in real life, let alone killed them.

Most of her life was spent behind a computer screen, safe in the world of firewalls and digital codes. The idea of actually taking a life made her bit her crimson lips unconsciously, her slender fingers holding the gun trembling in hesitation.

Wang Xiao couldn't help but smirk as he sized her up. The fiery red hair she'd inherited from her mother stood out, and while she was still maturing, her figure promised the same voluptuous curves.

His eyes trailed down her slender legs, straight and graceful, and he imagined her waist would be soft and delicate to hold.

She wasn't really tall — Her size was smaller than his sisters' and daughters'—but somehow, that just made her seem more innocent and harmless to him.

Cute, but harmless.

"It's you!" Freya's voice cut through his thoughts. As Wang Xiao got closer, she finally got a better look at his face. Her eyes widened, and suddenly it clicked.

"That uncle... Molester!"

Without thinking, she threw her plasma gun aside, completely forgetting the deadly weapon in her hands.

She marched straight up to him, squinting as she inspected his face up close, her fingers reaching out as if she was about to poke him.

"..."

Wang Xiao's face darkened. 'Molester?' He stood there, bewildered and irritated, as Freya leaned in even closer, scrutinizing his features as if solving a puzzle.

"You're that perv from the plaza four years ago, aren't you? The one who kept looking at me funny before knidnapping me!" Freya's tone was accusatory, her brows furrowed as if uncovering some great mystery.

Wang Xiao blinked, feeling an actual headache coming on. "I was trying to get a phone unlocked, not stalk or kidnap a kid."

Freya scoffed, still inspecting his face like she was comparing it to a wanted poster. "Pfft, sure. You totally looked like a creepy uncle back then too."

Wang Xiao stared at her, deadpan. "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that."

Freya, oblivious to his irritation, continued on. "I knew I recognized you! So you're still out here being weird, huh? You know, maybe you should try—"

"Why are you not freaking out that I just... you know... 'impaled' your mother over there? The next should be you..." Wang Xiao interrupted, gesturing toward Ericka, who was still in the same compromising position, watching the absurd exchange with growing amusement.

Freya blinked, finally remembering the situation, her cheeks flushing a bright red. "W-what... I... I mean... ugh!" She threw her hands up, her earlier voice crumbling. "I wasn't ready for any of this, okay?!

I'm supposed to be hacking systems, not witnessing..." She motioned vaguely at Wang Xiao and Ericka. "...whatever this is!"

Wang Xiao sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Kid, you really need to get your priorities straight."

"Molester..." Freya muttered under her breath, still glaring at him.

Wang Xiao's face darkened further. "Stop. Calling. Me. That."

Freya tilted her head, an impish grin spreading across her face as she teased, "Uncle Molester."

"..."

Wang Xiao's patience snapped. He had endured enough of this nonsense. Seeing her clasp her hands behind her back and look at him with that mischievous twinkle in her eyes, he knew this brat wouldn't stop until she was put in her place.

"You know what my favorite thing is?" His eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint flashing in them as he spoke.

Freya blinked, momentarily caught off guard. "What?"

"Popping cherries," Wang Xiao said, his lips curling into an evil smile. "It's my second love."

"Eh?" Freya blinked again, utterly clueless. Second love?

"Then what's your first love?" she asked, her voice laced with curiosity, her eyes wide and innocent, completely unaware of the danger lurking in his words.

Wang Xiao's grin deepened, his gaze darkening as he stepped closer, towering over her. "Trust me, second is already enough for you."

Freya's smile faltered as realization finally began to sink in. The playful twinkle in her eyes vanished, replaced by a flicker of fear. "W-wait... I was just—"

"Too late for that now," Wang Xiao said, his voice dripping with menace, as he closed the distance between them.

...

Freya's heart raced as she instinctively screamed, "Someone save me—!"

But before she could finish, Wang Xiao moved with the swiftness of a tiger, his hand covering her mouth, muffling her cries.

"Mmppph—!" Her panicked muffles filled the air, but it was no use. His large hand easily silenced her. In a flash, he moved behind her, wrapping his arm tightly around her waist, pulling her back into him, his body towering over hers.

"Huh? Still want to say something, brat?" Wang Xiao growled into her ear, his tone dripping with dark amusement. His grip tightened, his chest rumbling with the deep, controlled breaths of a predator who had already caught his prey.

Freya's eyes widened in terror, her body stiffening in his hold. 'What do I do? How do I get out of this?' Panic surged through her, but her limbs felt frozen, her mind too jumbled to think clearly.

"!!"

His fingers, warm yet menacing, began to trail across her waist. She flinched at his touch, her body trembling as his hand crept over her stomach, as if toying with her fear.

Every slight movement made her realize just how reckless she was.

Wang Xiao leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear, his voice filled with mocking delight. "Did you forget who I am, little brat? You've got guts, I'll give you that... mouthing off like that, acting all tough."

"Do you know who you're messing with?" His voice grew darker, the amusement replaced with a more sinister tone. "I fucked your mother... And you're running your mouth like you've forgotten."

He leaned in even closer, his lips almost brushing against her ear as he whispered, "Isn't it time you call me daddy?"

Freya's blood ran cold

"Mmmmph! Mmmmmm!"

Her mouth tried to form words, but only muffled sounds came out from under his hand.

'No, no, no—he isn't my real dad!'

Her stomach twisted in knots.

Wang Xiao chuckled lowly, clearly enjoying the fear that had taken root in her. "What? No witty comeback? Where's that fiery mouth of yours now, huh?" His fingers moved again, tracing along her waist like a cat toying with its prey. "You like to act tough, but when it comes down to it, you're just a scared little girl, aren't you?"

"Gasp... gasp..." Freya's breath came in shallow gasps. 'Think, Freya, think!' She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to focus, trying to push the rising panic down.

But before she could gather the courage to act, Wang Xiao leaned even closer, his voice turning into a cold, dangerous whisper. "You shouldn't have called me 'Uncle Molester'... Now I'm going to molest you!"

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