CHAPTER THREE

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by devilssoup

by devilssoup

Y/n

I jolted up in my bed, clutching my chest. Cool sweat dripped down my face as I attempted to steady my breathing. Horrible- no, dreadful memories came flooding back to me all at once. I let out a deep sigh as I forced myself out of bed, feeling the cold hardwood flooring against my bare feet. I eventually stepped out of the mental cloud of dread engulfing my waking conscience. I shook my head, proceeding to my morning routine. I walked over to my dresser- it was tall, coming about mid chest on me, and painted a deep black to match the corresponding dim interior. Opening the doors with a creek, I pull out a simple yet flattering outfit. Knowing I would be seeing Lord Heisenberg today made my face flush with a soft pink glow. What was this I was feeling? Excitement? Happiness? All I knew is that I wanted to feel this more. Slipping out of my night clothes I begin to put on my new attire. I slowly put on my white turtleneck, careful not to snag the neck on my messy hair. I put on a long, ankle length black skirt. It was loose fitting, but sat nicely on my curves. For shoes- knowing it was a bit of a walk to the factory, I just put on a simple pair of white slip-ons. I brushed my hair before grabbing a black coat, and leaving my estate. Once again I found myself with that tingling feeling in my body as I walked. The walk to the lord's factory was long and annoying. Everytime, my feet were sore and I was tired. Once I had arrived I knocked on the large metal doors, my hands seemed small in comparison to the door knobs. Hoping for an answer, I was not met with any. I felt my face dim, my mouth turning to form a scowl. At that point I was a bit annoyed, so I made my way into the factory unannounced- we did have business to attend to afterall. The smell of blood and rusted metal swarmed around me, making me gag.

"Heisenberg?" I yell, only to get sounds of metallic banging in response. I wonder through the labyrinth-like halls, the banging getting louder and louder. "Karl?" I say before opening yet another door. I eventually found my way to Lord Karl seeing his body with no shirt. He turned towards me with a small smirk, leaning back in his chair.

"Well, hello there my little lycan" he greeted me in his usual, thick accent. His smirk grew as he noticed me staring at him- my face growing redder. He was covered in oil, blood, and sweat. You only prayed the blood was from lycans, not a human. I watched as his eyes traced my figure up and down before he took a cigar and lit it. The smell of smoke, oil, and sweat filled the air.

A bit flushed I spoke out and greeted him "Hello Karl, I came about your offer sir~". I walked over to him, now looking down at him as he sunk in his chair. He gently planted one hand on my hip, the other leaned against his desk over an ashtray, tapping ash off his cigar before he took another puff.

"So, you want to team up with me huh? You're smart sugar. Keep it up and maybe you can learn a thing or two from me" He spoke in a light-hearted manor, smoke escaping his lips as he spoke. The smoke floated up to your face, you fanned it away with your hands. However once more you found the smell comforting as when you were in his embrace- only now the smell was much stronger.

I smiled and replied in a powerful tone "Yes sir, I would like to team up with you and possibly the other offer if it's still on the table". I smirked mischievously. He chuckled in response before setting down his cigar, standing up to loom over me. I took a step back to give him space, only for both his hands to now be firmly planted on my hips. He pulled me close, moving one hand to cup my face. He held it tightly, squishing my face and forcing eye contact once more.

"You're in for a ride, dollface" he said with a sinister tone before softly planting a kiss on my lips. I tried to kiss back but before I could he pulled away. His bastard smirk was once again painted on his face as if a tattoo. "Let me show you what I've been working on then".

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once again thank you to the person who has been helping me write this story I appreciate your help so much even though I feel as if I don't help you enough with the story thank you so much-soupy