Walls have ears

Doors have eyes

Trees have voices

Beasts tell lies

Beware the rain

Beware the snow

Beware the man

You think you know

Stiles looked around his room with a frown on his face, his eyes darting from one picture to the other, the red string connecting one thing to another, but something wasn't right.

Something was missing.

Falling back on his bed, the man couldn't help but put his hands over his eyes, allowing the darkness to give him some comfort as he tried to calm down his mind.

It was tiring... to be an overthinker, sometimes he would have the worst headaches, other times he would imagine unreal scenarios - his what if-situations had taken so much of his peace already.

What if mom was still alive? What if I was never born? Maybe dad would be happier, yeah, he seems so tired nowadays... so lonely... it did get better when Kisa got here though.

What if Lydia had corresponded his feelings? It felt surreal thinking about it now, he wasn't even sure he liked her at a point or if it was solemnly attraction. What if he was actually coordinated and could play something instead of standing in the bench every yeah?

What if Scott had never turned into a werewolf? What if they had never entered this supernatural mess? What if he had never met Mal? Kisa?

His head and his chest heart.

Sometimes he just wanted to turn it off, just for a second, a minute if it wasn't too much to ask, but it seems like it was and he didn't have his wish granted.

So when a sound, that he was pretty sure it was his door breaking down, assaulted his ears, Stiles quickly jumped from his bed, his eyes quickly darting around, looking everywhere and nowhere, trying to asses wherever the hell was happening this time.

Spotting his wooden bat, he rolled over his bed, ready to take it, only for his foot to get tangled in his blanket, sending him face down on the ground - so much for his ninja abilities...

Stiles looked at the sky, which was actually his ceiling, cursing whatever divine entity was there for making him so easy to kill. Whoever it was, they did have their favorites and Stiles just wasn't one.

He was certain of it.

Stilinski grumbled to himself, slowly pushing himself up as he finally, after much work, got to his beloved bat.

If he did have a supernatural hearing, he would of heard the snorts coming from the other room.

Suddenly

And when I mean suddenly

I mean:

Stiles almost jumped out of his skin when he suddenly saw a plate flying inside his room, throwing himself under his bed as he heard footsteps getting closer and closer as his heartbeats suddenly became louder than whatever was happening.

This time he could hear the laughter and at his panicked state, he didn't really notice how familiar they were, scowling deeply at the lack of empathy of his kidnappers.

Stiles mumbled as he hugged his bat, crying softly as he felt his death getting closer and closer.

He saw their boots, small feet, possibly females, but he wasn't misogynistic and quite frankly, Stiles had already accepted even a child could kill him, given the motivation.

One of his attackers stopped at one side of the bed, while the other went to the other, he put his hand over his nose, not quite sure if he was breathing that loud or if it was the panic making him a lunatic, and then suddenly...

They simply raised the bed, as if it was a fucking chair!

Stiles couldn't help but close his eyes, what the eye doesn't see the heart doesn't grieve over, maybe he wouldn't feel himself dying if he kept his eyes closed, right?

Right?

He could sense the duo looking at him, wondering - perhaps - which torture method they would use on him.

Stiles suddenly shouted, eyes still closed, yelping loudly when he felt them wrapping duct tape over his eyes and around his arms and legs

Stiles shouted, suddenly very angry, ohhh if he could get his hands on her...

Malia started, pulling Stiles from the ground and placing him on the bed as soon as Kisa placed it back on its place

Stiles said, pouting exaggeratedly, making the girls share amused grins

Kisa answered and he could practically hear the smirk on her voice, making him scowl.

He felt his arms being raised by slender and slightly cold fingers and immediately knew it was Kisa as she pined him to the headboard.

He gulped.

He questioned, cheeks warming up as he felt them seat on the bed with him.

Malia told him, letting her claws out as she ripped his shirt open.

Kisa questioned in amusement, tracing his veins softly with her nails, making him shiver as he quickly shook his head, trying to deny it.

Kisa answered with a smirk.

Stiles questioned confused, the tape over his eyes were killing him.

Mal explained and he suddenly felt something cold on his chest, making him jump, he was certain it was ice

The girls answered at the same time, leaning closer to the tied up man, making him sigh, relaxing completely as they observed him curiously.

Stiles questioned, his lips tilting up in a smile

Taking off the tape of his eyes, he was finally able to look at his devilish girlfriends, one who was smirking mischievously at him as though he was her new prey and the other who had a knowing smirk, as she looked at him with the eyes that told him she always knew he had been hers since the moment their eyes met.

He loved them both the same though, in different ways, but his feelings went both ways and he was really damn happy that he was being corresponded, looking quickly at the ceiling, he made a quick apology for cursing the higher entities.

He asked, raising an eyebrow at the way their eyes darkened.

Kisa told him with her signature smirk, leaning closer to his neck as she kissed along the path of his blue veins, her fangs lightly grazing his skin.

He never imagined he wanted to be bitten so damn much, he felt like he had suddenly developed a Bella Swan syndrome.

Malia completed, kissing down his chest, down to his v-line... making him groan.

Oh they did take advantage of him.

If you know what I mean...