You held back a scream that suddenly pushed it's way up your throat. Instead, you let out a sharp sigh, and slowly turned to face Cain as the water continued to run. He had another one of those smirks, the kind that made you shiver. He brings his hand up to his chin, and let's out a satisfied puff as if he was thinking to himself of what he could possibly do to you in your work's bathroom.

Beat you to a pulp? Smash your head against every possible surface? Bend you over the sink and have his way with you while all your coworkers went on with their ordinary day? All these horrid thoughts continued to flood your mind until the weight of Cain's hand rested on your cheek.

"What do you need?", you ask him softly, in hopes he wouldn't be too rough with you.

He lets out a childish laugh, and then locks his eyes on you. He begins to kneel down to you, his face inching closer to yours. A strange heat began to fill your cheeks as you watched him closely. His thumb slowly slips up and down your cheek, causing you to wined down a little.

"I have no business with you, but I'm pleased to see you haven't said a word yet. I really thought I'd have to rip you apart today, but you proved me wrong.", he chuckles with a raspyness in his voice.

You body once again tenses up from his words, and that heat drains itself from your face as you slowly back away from his hand, hitting the sink. You slowly rest your hand over your heart in hopes to calm its pounding down, but it was no use. You were absolutely terrified of Cain, and for your life. But out of no where, Cain suddenly ruffles your hair with a smile.

"Good girl, [y/n].", he hums as his lips curl upward.

A soft sound escapes your lips, causing Cain's eyes to soften with delight. You slowly turn away to splash the running water on your face, knowing that when you looked back up, Cain would no longer be behind you. After drying off the water, you hurried back to your desk before you received a complaint from your boss, and did you best to hide your growing distress from the outside world.

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The sky was full of so many beautiful colors today; the sun struggling to stay up for just a bit longer as you exited your work. The weekend was finally here, and the thought of Cain waiting at the house to greet you was far from comforting. You walked along the busy sidewalk to your train, where you could blend in with the surrounding crowds of people.

As you entered the train, you quickly took a seat and closed your eyes, hoping to catch up on rest before you would have to deal with literal hell. When you were dosing off, you felt the weight of another person take the seat beside you, which was fine. It was a crowded train, anyways. But then, after a bit of them sitting there you realised their hand had been resting against your bare thigh.

The person slowly started to snake their hand up your skirt, causing you to flinch wide awake. At first, you instantly assumed that Cain was the person who so happened to sit next to you, but instead, an old man with a large beer belly had taken a liking to you. He gives you an eerie grin, rubbing up and down your thigh.

"E-excuse me—!", you cried out. But the man only lifted a finger to his chapped lips, implying that you needed to stay quiet.

You bit into your tongue as this old man began fingering at your panties, causing a hot flush to rush your cheeks. You never thought in a million years that this would have happened to you. Sure, you heard about train perverts from the news, but for you to actually be a victim of it was unthinkable.

The old man smirked with satisfaction when you hadn't pulled away from his hand, but you weren't going to just let it happen. You quickly stood up, tears falling down your cheeks from embarrassment, and disgust. Everyone in the train suddenly looked at you and the man, and as if it was on que, your stop pulled up. You gave the old man a hard slap across the face, and a symphony of gasps were heard around the train cart.

"Don't ever touch me, or another girl again you dirty, old pevert!", you screamed, running off the train as soon as the doors opened.

The stares of the pedestrians burned through you, and you couldn't help but sob as you ran up to your apparement. You quickly put the key in the lock, sniffing as you tried to stop crying, but you were utterly disgusted. You slowly opened the door and kicked off your shoes, dropping your bag to the floor.

You could see Snowball resting peacefully on the couch, but you headed straight for your room. You fell onto your bed, gently sobbing into your pillow as your body couldn't help but shake from fear and disgust. You felt a presence at your bedside, causing you to lift your tear stained face from the damp pillow.

"What has you in this mess?", Cain asks curiously. His demeanor seems different from any other time you've seem him, it was more comforting actually.

"A-a man.. They started t-touching me on the train and I—", you stammered, trying to push the words out.

To your surprise, a demented laugh entered the room. Cain was laughing himself to tears, he's fangs shimmering as he grips his stomach. You shrink back at this reaction, feeling your emotions build up behind your eyes again.

"Aw, poor love. She experienced her first train pervert.", he said with a hint of rudeness. Your body went hot with anger as he made fun of you, and this disgusting experience you had to go through.

"If you're really crying over that, then this is clearly going to be more fun than I thought. I'll show you much, much worse.", Cain hisses.

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Cain's words made you feel sick to your stomach, but his words held true as he pinned your arms down against the bed, forcing your flushed, wet face to stare up at his. His mouth opens slightly, exposing a sharp set of fangs, his pupils were slit like a snakes. He was going to devour you like one, too.

He slowly started to lean down to you, his hot breath pushing against your neck. The sensation caused you to tremble beneath him, which only pleased him, and urged him to continue further. He began to place hot kisses along your neck, and they were surprisingly gentle. You were confused by this gentleness, flinching beneath him as he slowly bit down on your neck, almost hard enough to break through your skin. You let out a soft cry, balling your fists up.

"No more, Cain. I'm so tired.", you pleaded to him.

"You think that I'm just going to stop because your tired? I'm bored, so why don't you entertain me for a bit?", Cain suggests, a slight heat beginning to form on his face. His long tongue licks up the side of your neck, causing you to tightly shut your eyes. Your body seemed to enjoy these teases, which disgusted you more. You started to heat up beneath him, and he smirked with pleasure.

"You like this, don't you?", Cain says with an evil look in his eye.

"I absolutely hate it! And I want you to stop right now!", you yelled, causing his eyes to light up with pleasure.

His hand slides into your skirt, and you let out a sudden gasp. A heated blush takes over your cheeks, and you quickly shut your thighs together, tightly squeezing them against one another.

"No! Cain, leave me alone!", you cry as tears started to form on your bottom lid. Cain doesn't stop however, and only shoves his hand between your thighs. He slides his finger up your damp womanhood, and licks his lips with delight.

"You're enjoying this. Even after getting touched by an old pervert, how pitful. How disgusting.", Cain says as his voice slowly turns to anger.

Cain suddenly grabs you by the hair, and yanks your face to his. You flinch in fear, unable to look at him in the eyes. He snickers to himself and throws you back down on the bed roughly.

"I'm done with you. Clean your filthy body of his scent right away.", Cain says turning away from your frazzled, and confused body.

You slowly rub at your sore scalp, and look down at your thighs. You softly touch your lips with your fingers, closing your eyes slightly as thoughts ran through your mind. And it seems Cain was actually very upset about the train pervert you ran into. And that night, you went to bed knowing that something very bad was going to happen.