Simona Davis

15: The Powder 🌌

~ the night is still young ~
(The Night is Still Young) Nicki Minaj

Simona Pov
The air is cold as I walk down the dark streets of the seedy part of Tinning City. I pass several sex workers and engines parked by the road waiting to take the girls for sale.

Of course,most of them end up conned or worse-killed. Female sex workers are an easy target in the eye of sadist men. Most are immigrants and have no connection to their homes and families. The nature of their occupation gives birth to mistreatment and discrimination.

This is further proven by the sight of a tall brunette being pulled by the hair by a fat man down the lane I'm approaching.

The girl notices me and stops screaming. Her pimp notices me and blinks furiously trying to make out my face. He is obviously high as hell,for his eyes look hazy. I would have his blood and flesh but his fat face disgusts me down to my fist,which is tightening as I near him.

I pull him from the girl violently and punch him in the stomach. He grunts and hunches over,vomiting. He chokes and looks up at me. His red face resembles a strangled pig. I kick his head and he drops in his  vomit. The girl beside me gags and covers her nose.

"Okay,okay!" He sputters." I'm leaving!"
I watch his flat behind struggling to get up. He doesn't bother looking back and scuttles to his car.

I smile at his now dusty clothes and look at the girl.
"You okay?" I ask softly.
She smiles,soothing her face. I take her hand and turn her head. The insolent pig had left a mark on her right cheek.
"I'm fine now that you are here." She smiles again. I return the smile and let go of her face. I remove a hundred dollar bill and give her.

She gasps." I can't!" She must be new to this job.
"Take it." I say sternly. She purses her lips and takes it.
"Thank you." She says and walks away in her agonisingly high heels. I wait for her figure to disappear round the corner and wave my hand.
A magnetic field comes to life. The surge of the invisible power hums in front of me.

I walk through the blurry lines and enter an old warehouse that is converted to night club.

The first thing I notice is the smell of haemoglobin. Fresh human blood and flesh. God! My pupils dilate and change shape as a hungry growl erupts from my chest.

"Need some?" A girl holding a tray of raw meat stops next to me." You look famished."

I control myself from snatching the tray and painfully take one piece of meat elegantly. She walks away,smiling noticing my held back manner.

My inner tiger rumbles with anticipation as I put the piece in my mouth and growl. The flesh and blood blends in my mouth.  It takes only five seconds to swallow and I want more. My heart beat is rapid and my chest burns for more flesh.

I lick the blood dripping from my mouth and finally notice the pounding music. It's aggressive and does nothing to calm my heightened need.

My sight is invaded by bouncing Caxs,both in human and cat form.

I take a deep breathe of the iron and sweaty bodies. Weird combination but soothing. Oh God! I'm home!

Feels good to be amongst my own again. Looks like Vanessa knew I was bringing good news and set this all up.

All I can see is meat and blood on trays. Everyone is munching away and dancing. How many humans did she kill? Probably 100. I wince at the number and make a mental note to talk about it with her. Now I need my full share of the catch.

I grab a tray from a Cax couple and literally dump the contents in my mouth. They glare at me and go back to dancing when I growl at them.

I grab another and another until I've satiated a quarter of my hunger.