Steve tried to smile then asked, “Can I use your bathroom… I kind of wanna take a shower.”. Herobrine kissed Steve on the neck once more and pointed to the hallway “It’s the second door on the left.” Steve got up and picked his clothes off the floor. As he was in the bathroom he examined his own body and found a few barley forming bruises, one on his neck, one on his arms, from Herobrine having griped his too tightly, and one right on his entrance .
Steve turned on the warm water and let it soak into his hair and run down his body. It felt good. His shower lasted a good 30 minutes or so, before he turned off the water, dried his hair and body, and put his clothes on. He walked back to the room to see Herobrine wearing a black shirt and dark blue jeans, and he was reading another book The Devil’s Story book. Herobrine saw Steve and motioned to him to sit next to him.
Steve sat down to the right of him and then Herobrine put his arm around Steve’s shoulder and pulled him closer. “So how was it for you?” Steve looked down trying to avoid eye contact, “I … I feel like I should have told you to stop.” Herobrine took his arm off Steve’s shoulder, “Why didn’t you? If you really didn’t like it you should have spoken up.” He was practically glaring at Steve. “No it's not that I didn’t like it … I … the more I think about it the more glade I am that I didn’t speak up.”. Steve tried to kiss Herobrine, but he moved away “I don’t want to be with someone who isn’t sure if they love me or not.”
Steve felt his heart breaking, and without thinking grabbed Herobrine’s head and forced his own lips onto him. Once Steve pulled away to breath Herobrine backhand slapped him across the face knocking him back onto the couch. Steve cowered in fear as Herobrine started down at him ready to punch him “I… I’m sorry.” Steve sobbed out. Herobrine put a hand on Steve’s neck and pulled him up into a sitting position, “I could very easily break your neck or even kill you if I wanted to. Do you still think that you love me?!” Steve looked right into Herobrine’s eyes and spoke softly “ Yes, you’re my poison… and I want , no, need you!”
Tears welled in Steve’s eyes as Herobrine got off the couch and walked over to the door “You should go home now.”. Steve walked over to Herobrine and pleaded to him “Please let me stay here with you…”. Herobrine frowned a little as he opened the door motioning Steve to go, but Steve just dropped to his needs and hugged Herobrine’s waste like a little boy. After a few minutes Herobrine shut the door and picked Steve up off the ground and carried him over his shoulder to the same room he had woke up in.
Herobrine roughly dropped Steve on the bed and then walked out of the room. Steve got off the bed and went over to the door and tried to open it to find Herobrine had locked it from the outside. He felt like a caged rat. Steve didn’t know why but he felt like he had to get out of there, he went over to the window to find in was barred up. He felt terror creep into him as he realized he really was trapped.