Harem app

The asshole

Third person narration

Lucia, who had decided to close her bar earlier that day, was heading back with Lila. They were going to have wine together and chat like normal friends.

Noticing someone was missing from the house, the redhead pulled out her phone to call him. Since she knew he couldn't answer at the moment, she sent him a message instead.

She left the phone on the table without paying much attention to it as her gaze wandered into the distance. She smiled faintly, seemingly pleased with the weather and the breeze brushing against her face.

After about five minutes without touching the phone, she picked it up again. She saw the message app change its indication, showing that her message had been read, and the boy soon started typing a reply, but it was never sent.

Looking at that, the girl, whose gaze seemed lost in the horizon, smiled; the winds grew stronger, signaling that a storm was approaching.

Lucia stood to close the window. As she walked, she tossed the phone onto the couch, knowing she wouldn't need it anymore that day. Then, she shut the source of the breeze.

"Do you think it'll rain?" Lila asked, her hair still wet and her face covered by a towel.

"It will."

The redhead calmly set the table, placing the glasses and the chosen wine in the center.

Then she paused for a moment, lost in her own thoughts. Lucia's expression grew complicated, perhaps worry? That didn't seem to be the case... A hint of apprehension with a touch of anticipation? Her mind wandered through so many things that it was hard to decipher.

"It looks like it'll just be the two of us tonight," the redhead said, pouring wine into her glass.

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Eva sighed wearily, wrapping up another day of work at the shop, then stretched to shake off her fatigue. With practiced skill, she organized the shelves and locked the doors, ready to return to the comfort of home. The quiet surroundings and the soft glow of the empty streets signaled that night was approaching.

As Eva locked up the store, Zack, wearing a confident expression, approached and greeted her. The girl only wanted to go home, but the wealthy young man kept trying to strike up a casual conversation. 

Since she couldn't just tell him to screw off, she politely declined his advances, making it clear she wasn't interested. Disappointed and nursing his bruised ego, Zack stormed off, leaving Eva to continue her way.

The young woman strolled through the quiet streets, lost in her own thoughts. Meanwhile, Zack, seeking to escape his frustrations, headed to a nearby bar. The dim lighting and muffled laughter offered a temporary escape from his emotions.

Sitting at the counter, he ordered a strong drink. As he sipped it, he contemplated flirting with another woman passing by. However, he hesitated, haunted by the sting of his recent rejection. Instead, he fixated on his mounting anger.

As the drinks flowed in heavy doses, Zack found himself sinking deeper into painful memories. The sharp sting of his father's words echoed in his mind: a harsh reprimand branding him a disgrace to the family. His father's threat to strip him of his inheritance still lingered, promising to hand it over to Zack's insufferable younger brother instead.

The mere thought enraged him further. Who was that old man to take away what should rightfully be his? Even if he did get along with his younger brother, the idea of losing what had been promised to him since childhood was unthinkable. He couldn't fathom how he might be in the wrong.

Amid the haze of alcohol, Zack's phone buzzed. It was his mother, Charlotte, worried about her son. Her loving voice managed to slightly calm the storm inside him.

Perceiving his drunken state, Charlotte decided to postpone their conversation, reminding him of the responsibility to collect the rent. She warned him that his father would be furious if he failed to complete his duties that day.

Still restless, Zack decided on one more drink before facing his tasks. He downed the whiskey shot in one aggressive gulp, slamming the glass down on the counter. Dissatisfied, he pulled out his card and paid for what he had consumed.

Leaving the bar behind, Zack's unsteady steps carried him aimlessly through the empty streets. Even in the deserted night, he felt the whispers and stares of people judging him. These were the creations of a troubled, paranoid mind, now conjuring its own ghosts.

Walking through the streets, Zack briefly pondered his choices and the consequences of his actions. However, he wasn't one for deep reflection, and after kicking a random trash can, he decided to keep moving forward.

Zack took long, determined strides, eager to complete his annoying task as quickly as possible. Every sound, smile, cry, and light along the way irritated him, his head spinning with frustration.

So many commoners doing meaningless things! And why, of all people, did he have to do such a pointless job at a time like this? His family's money was his by right. His life should be easy. The very thought of wasting time on a stupid task, one he could easily pay someone else to handle, infuriated him.

Damn it! Who would willingly put in effort or do anything when they had the option to enjoy life, living off the wealth already earned by their ancestors?

His idiot father wanted idiot things, and Zack was forced to comply.

When he reached the building, his gaze landed on the apartment of the small girl who had caught his attention long ago.

How dare she reject him? How could she be so stupid?

Didn't she understand that the one making her life easier, lowering her rent, was him? That the person who held the power to decide whether she'd keep her job was him? Her entire livelihood was in his hands, and still, she rejected him.

Couldn't she comprehend her place in the world? Being close to someone rich and handsome like Zack should have been a dream come true. His good looks, piercing gaze, blonde hair, and luxurious cars should have been enough.

Why weren't they?

He slammed his fist into the wall, only to hurt his hand and regret it immediately.

It wasn't acceptable. He wouldn't accept it.

His mind swirled, and for a moment, he thought he might vomit, but his anger anchored him.

He looked again at the door, apartment 207, small and humble.

Suddenly, his mind snapped into a chilling clarity, the shift both unsettling and intentional. His gaze grew cold and predatory, as if a switch had been flipped inside him.

With a grim resolve, he pulled a master key from his pocket. With one decisive motion, he unlocked the door and invaded the apartment.

Eva, despite it being late into the night, was still not resting. She was working on her new song, singing a beautiful melody into the microphone.

Focused, she didn't notice the initial approach of the creature that lurked in the shadows.

It moved like a wild beast, its mouth salivating, its gaze hateful, contemptuous. Its steps were slow and silent.

It lunged. The struggle ensued, the microphone hit the floor, and… Was the door already closed?

The wind howled through the night, and outside, the signs of an impending storm became unmistakably clear, as dark clouds gathered and the air grew thick with tension.

The little girl's phone was hurled to the right, landing beneath the window with its screen shattered. She had no time to call for help or say anything. 

Then, filled with rage, the man in front of her attacked. She resisted as he tried to tear her clothes, in the darkness of that terrible night.

The moon illuminated everything, and resistance became increasingly futile. Surprise turned into terror. Desperation made her struggle more fiercely, but Eva was weak in the face of the man's strength.

A sharp sound of objects colliding echoed. Zack grabbed the girl's head with one hand and slammed it against the cold floor of the apartment. The force was enough to kill her, but by some luck, she remained nearly unharmed, though a terrible pain spread through her body.

Amidst this, a silhouette seemed to form in the window... Was it a cat? The moon illuminated red eyes, filled with a certain mystery.

Perhaps it was just an illusion, created by a mad, psychotic mind on the brink of desperation.

But the small feline stared down for a few moments.

And then everything went dark again.

It disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. Yet, the violence continued, and Eva fought with all she had to protect herself.

Amidst the despair, only one face came to her mind.

Her heart pleaded…

Please, save me.