Bad Blood (6Questions)

Track 4

<His business proposal? It was no damn proposal. He wasn't giving me any choice.

"Take a seat," he invited me. And I never expected such a dry tone from him. If I wasn't sure about liking womanizing him, I sure didn't like businesslike him. His methods in the bar were nothing compared to those around the conference table. Shame I had to realize it so late...

"It's a mistake at both sides, Damian, let me go."

He pointed at the chair tellingly and threw a bunch of papers on the table. "Right, we got to know each other a little, had some fun, now to the affaire..."

I looked down to study the soft ornaments on the carpet. "Yeah," I whispered apprehensively, "I got to know you, sadly. I'd say I saw even too much for my liking. How can you believe this will help to make me accept your offer, whatever it is...?"

He made me sit down and seated himself on the edge of the hardwood table in front me. Above me, actually, so I had to look up while talking to him.
Just the fact Damian felt the need to scare the crap out of me before even proposing, boded ill. I saw the dead-end sign in front of me, but had no space to turn back and drive away.

"It will help," he confirmed. "See, Marianne, I knew you'd have some trouble making up your mind, so I motivated your right decision."

I widened my eyes. Still couldn't believe he was bloody serious. Motivated my right decision? By hurting a girl into unconsciousness? I shivered. But that was about all I could do. See, the trouble is, I didn't know much about what the hell was happening, so I couldn't find the right weapon to fight it. And then it was just too late...

Damian took his bloody time, scrutinizing me. "I was afraid you'd say my proposal was... morally controversial. And legally wrongful..."

I bent my head backwards in a bitter-sad realization. "Damian, I won't commit a crime for you."

"Right," he sighed and twisted his lips in a wicked sneer. Usually hot, but at the time, sinister. "So, I made you commit one already."

Shivers ran down my spine again, wave of cold sweat coated my body. "She's not dead. You said she wasn't dead."

He stared at me for a second. Still counted like eternity. I dodged his eyes. "I said she was waiting."

"I wouldn't make an accomplice."

His lips made a strict line and he leaned a little closer. "So I guess it wasn't your idea I should get in her panties," he tilted his head ironically. Bloody unashamed. Eyes of uncertain so dark, they probably mirrored his soul. "I guess you weren't watching, then."

I swallowed heavily and looked away. I'd been drunk then. And he used me. He used me just as badly as he used the other girl.

"Marianne?" he required my attention after a moment of oppressive silence.

"When did you come up with the plan?" I shot my eyes back at him. I knew I had to fight before the whole thing would get completely out of hands. But I was never too much of a rough player.

He smirked.

"When did you decide to use the woman?" I demanded. It was sick. I didn't even want to hear the proposal it would lead to. This was bad enough already.