Animalistic Desires 2

AAO Part 12

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"How can you be blind!" He cried. "What horrific crime, could have possibly been committed by a blind girl?" As he held her throat within his grasp, the both of them were breathing heavily. His body trembled in frustration, over the possibility of her being an innocent victim. Just then the girl soon closed her eyes, as she began to weep.

"Please! Stop!" The girl breathlessly cried. She began gasping for air, as her eyes popped open. His hands were wrapped around her throat, as he looked into her frightened eyes. They were filled with tears, and as big as saucers. To his horror, he soon realized that he was slowly strangling her.

"I am sorry." He said while releasing her from his tight grasp. "Sometimes I do not know my own strength." This may have been the first time that he had ever shown mercy. As he studied her beautiful face, he looked into her eyes. Just as she had stated, there was a gray film that completely covered her irises.

As he continued to look at her, he could see how sad she truly was. He had killed many men and women, throughout his lifetime. So what was so special about this one? It was more than just her beauty. Any woman he lusted after, that had the misfortune of crossing his path, would eventually share the same fate as any man who was sent to his labyrinth.

However he would almost always seek physical pleasure from his female victims, before killing them. Although their deaths were mainly due to his losing self control, during their sexual encounter—his victim's deaths never seem to bother him. After all, their deaths were technically an accident. But no matter how much anyone of them would cry, and beg for mercy—their screams of terror would always fall upon deaf ears.

Yet this one was different. Unlike the others, for some reason he could not even fathom trying to hurt her. Was she lonely just like him? Or was she sent to him because she could not see? Either way, the very thought of scaring her, let alone hurting her—shattered his heart.

"Did your king throw you away, because he found you worthless?" He asked. "Just as my king—my own stepfather did to me?"

"No." She cried through gritted teeth. "I volunteered."

Volunteered! He wondered. Surely she had to be lying! Why would anyone—especially a helpless blind girl, volunteer to die by his hand!

"You are lying!" He exclaimed. "Do you really think that I am a fool. I may be a heartless beast, driven by both hunger and lust, but a fool is one thing that I am not! Your family threw you away because they think that your defective! Just as my own family thinks of me!"

"Do not speak ill of my family!" She cried, as he could see the anger burning through her tear stained face. Her skin tone had turned from a soft shade of pink, to a burning shade of red. "You have no right! They love me, and I love them more than anything, and would die to protect them. I volunteered to protect my brother."

"If your family loves you so damn much, than why are they allowing you to die in your brother's place?" He asked. "Why are they allowing you to die for him, when he is the one who has committed a heinous crime?"

The girl furrowed her brow, as he could see the look of confusion in her facial expression. Even though he knew she was blind, she glared at him in anger. She just kept shaking her head, as she was obviously in total disbelief of what he was saying.

"My brother did not commit any heinous crime." She replied. "He is only ten years old."

"Ten years old!" He snapped. "That is impossible. A child of ten still has his innocence. Only those who are sent to me, are the ones who are truly meant to die. I would never harm anyone that young."

"Either you are lying to me, or you are lying to yourself!" She argued. "Your brother was accidentally killed in a tournament in Athens. Because of that your stepfather, King Minos, had declared war against Athens. The Athenian army fought hard, but they were no match for Minos's forces. If the King of Athens had not agreed to Minos's terms for surrender, then the bloodshed would have continued. Every living thing in Athens would have been wiped off the face of this Earth."

"I know why my brother died, and why Minos's army attacked Athens!" He roared. "Those who are sent to me are either captured enemy soldiers, or anyone who has committed a horrendous crime against Crete—or it's people! But neither ten year children, nor blind girls who wish to die, are sent to me to die by my hand!"

"Then I guess you were not informed about the terms of surrender." She said though gritted teeth.

"What terms of surrender?" He asked. "The war is still going on."

"No, the war ended a year ago." She replied. "The only reason that Minos's didn't kill everyone in Crete, was because my king had no choice but to agree to Minos's one condition."

"And what exactly is Minos's condition?" He asked.

"Every seven years—seven young men and seven virgin maidens, are to be sacrificed." She answered. "This was the first year that lots were drawn to see who would be chosen to die in the Minotaur's labyrinth—your labyrinth. I am seventeen, and I went ahead and volunteered. Because if someone volunteers, then their siblings are exempt from participating in any future lottery drawings. I did it to make sure that my brother would never have to be sacrificed. After all, what is the life of one blind girl next to my brother's—or any young citizen for that matter."

"And your family agreed to this?" He asked.

'No." She replied. "I did it without telling them. But by the time they found out it was too late to stop me."

"You are a liar!" He exclaimed. No! It could not be true!  She had to be lying to him!  If she was not lying to him, then that meant—that meant he had just killed thirteen innocent youths. Horrified by the very thought of it he cried out in both anger, as well as emotional pain.

"No!" He screamed. With a burst of energy, he began to run. Not knowing where to go, he just kept running through the corridors. Since he was in the heart of the maze, he did not have to worry about any of the traps. The heart of the maze was where he resided, and it was the only part of the labyrinth that was free of deadly traps.  For those traps where not just there to keep his victims from escaping, they were also there to keep him from escaping as well.

Knowing this, he ran until he reached the corridor that exited the heart of the maze. He soon dropped to his hands, and knees, as he began to sob for those he had murdered in cold blood. As he thought about their horrific screams, especially his rape victims, he began to pound his fists against the hard gravel upon the ground.

Perhaps he should not have taken this blind girl's word, over his own stepfather's. But he could tell by the look in her eyes, that she was telling him the truth. And deep down inside, he knew what a bastard Minos could be.

After all, it was Minos who hid him away in the labyrinth—his prison. But up until now, he truly believed that he had only killed those who deserved to die. But if Minos had been lying about his latest victims, then how many other innocent people had died by his own hand?

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Xander hid his gun in his holster, and then put on a light weight shirt to hide it from everyone.  He had informed the members of the board that they would be heading for the excavation site, to start their archeological dig. But that was a lie. They were headed there for one purpose, and one purpose only—to rescue Serena from the clutches of the beast.

The thought of that monster placing his perverted hands on her, made Xander's blood boil. He had to save his beloved Serena.  No matter what—he was willing to do whatever he had to do, even if it meant the lives of his board members—or even his own.

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