Her Silent Killer

Chapter 24

"Is he dead?" I wrote with shaky hands.
Kumkani: "No. But he will be soon." His voice was cold and sounded like gravel. "You have him?" He gave me a stiff nod. "Please make sure that you kill him."
Kumkani: "He will die beautiful. I promise you that." When I saw the truth in his eyes, I nodded and released a shaky breath. It took everything for me to ask all of that. My breathing had escalated and my insides even felt shriveled. "He told me a lot of stories about you during that time." I wrote after a while of silence. His body tensed a bit next to me.
Kumkani: "I know." I hesitated to ask what I wanted to ask but I went on to write "Is it all true?" He didn't say anything for a long while and during that time I watched him. Even if his face was void of emotion, his body was saying a lot.
Kumkani: "Yes." He finally answered. Oh my God! Oh my God! I looked down at my writing blinking back my tears. I had hoped that what the bad man told me he had done to the king wasn't all true. Really I had hoped. Knowing that he really went through the same kind of ordeal as me tore at my heart. We shared the same pain. Me and him. His pain was my pain and vise versa. And it must be worse for him because what was done to him was done by his father. The silence stretched out between us with neither of us saying a thing. I was scarred. Like, deeply. We both were really broken and damaged souls. How we were we going to heal from what had been done to us? I really didn't know but weirdly enough, I found comfort in knowing that we shared the same pain.

He stood up and went to one of his drawers and came back to me getting into his haunches in front of me. In his hands he was holding his T-shirt and sweats. I held my breath already knowing what he was going to ask of me.
Kumkani: "Please beautiful." He pleaded softly with me. I shook my head... "little beauty please. Those clothes you have on right now are all muddy and if you stay like this you'll get sick. So please." I shook my head again with tears brimming in my eyes. The way I was breathing now, my chest was moving rapidly up and down... "do you trust me?" I stared at him for a short while then I nodded ... "do you trust me to not to do you any harm?" I nodded again... "then please little beauty." I shook my head as I screamed 'no no no' in my head. I couldn't. Yes, I trusted him but I just couldn't... "you like my scent don't you?" I more than liked his scent. His scent brought comfort and warmth to me. Every time I breathed it in, it gave me a sense of security. It made me feel safe and protected. It was crazy I know but that's what his scent did to me. I remember the first time 13 years ago when he came to me in that dark room and told me that he was going to take me to my mommy...that I should wait for him. It had been his voice and his scent that had made the 7 year old me trust him and name him the good man. It had also been the same voice and scent that I had recognized him with when he kept his promise and really came back for me. It was only when we were at the hospital when those doctors were pricking and poking me that I had finally seen his face and how he looked like. No lies. So maybe that's why his scent was what it was to me. So to his question I just I nodded... "these clothes have my scent beautiful. Wouldn't it be nice to have them on?" His offer was so compelling but I was scared... "I know you're scared little beauty. But your man is here. Nothing will happen. Let me take care of you. I want to take care of my woman. Let me." My face was wet with my tears now and my breathing was hiccuping. I liked how he referred to himself as my man and me as his woman. Really really liked that. I closed my eyes and nodded giving him permission to do what he wanted to do... "I'll go fast little beauty." He did as he promised and he changed me fast. And during the whole time I wasn't breathing. Literally. I only breathed when he finished. Thankfully he hadn't touched my underwear or I think I would've lost it. I was now in sweet sweet heaven. His scent was all around me... "the level of trust you just gifted me with little beauty, I swear I will never break it." He vowed. The way he was looking at me was giving me goosebumps. Yeesh! One of his phones started to ring. He went to the living area to retrieve it and answered... "yes she's with me...yes...I will, don't worry...I understand...okay." Then he hung up and came to me... "that was your father beautiful." Oh! I had forgotten all about the way I had left the house. They must've been worried sick. My poor parents. They really deserved better. "Was he angry?" I wrote and showed him. He shook his head. "Worried?" He nodded. I bit my lip. The king just brushed my face. "How come my father has your number and I don't?" I asked him after a short while. The corners of his mouth lifted. "How come he has it and I don't?" He didn't say anything but his eyes did do that shining thing they liked to do when he was laughing at me. I had missed seeing his eyes do this. "Why are you laughing at me? I'm being serious!" He just kissed my forehead and took my muddy clothes with him and disappeared with them to the bathroom. Heee!

We were in bed now. We still had the lights on in the bedroom area because he had to be able to read what I was writing. I still had a lot questions for him but I wasn't going to ask all of them tonight. I was going to do it gradually. But there was something that I wanted to know before we slept but I was hesitant to ask him. I didn't want to hurt him and bring up his traumatic past.
Kumkani: "Ask what you want to ask beautiful." He still was able to read my mind. I see. "Don't want to bring you pain." I wrote.
Kumkani: "Ask. It's fine." I bit my lip and wrote "It's about your mother."
Kumkani: "She's dead. He killed her. He told me that he killed her right after I was born." Oh my God! "He told you that?!"
Kumkani: "Yes." His voice sounded robotic... "many times."Oh my God! ... "used to tell me that he'll kill me the same way he killed her if I ever disobeyed him." My heart. My heart... "was only a child back then, so I was scared and did everything he told and made me to do until I knew nothing else but sucking dick, giving handjobs and having him to touch me and...." I threw the book and the pen over to the other side of the bed and I just squeezed him crying. No no no! It was enough. I now even regretted asking him.
Kumkani: "It's fine little beauty don't cry." It wasn't. Even though he tried to look unaffected, I could see he was. I mean, his shaking body told me everything. So I just carried on crying and squeezed him even more tightly. We both had our innocence destroyed by the same man. The king and I were very very poor souls bethuna. I really felt sorry for us. Why did it have to be us? What did we do to deserve what had been done to us? We stayed like that for a very long time and then we fell asleep.

My feet hurt like a motherfucker people. I couldn't step or doing nothing on them. Which meant that the king had to carry me everywhere in his arms. And when I say everywhere, I meant it. He had to carry me even when I needed to use the bathroom and when I was finished he needed to carry me back. It was so embarrassing! Tell me again why I had run out of the house like a crazy person without any shoes on? Huh? Can somebody please tell me because now I was suffering. The king didn't mind carrying me around. He said I was light as a feather. He's such a liar that king of mine. He again was on my case about how thin I had gotten so he made me a big breakfast. And when I couldn't finish, he made a fuss about it. Just imagine! Today had been the first time since the incident that I had woken up feeling quite okay. Not great or anything. Just quite okay. I still had a long long way to go but that waking up quite okay thing was a big big deal for me. I had felt the first beginnings of hope.

We were sitting on the couch now. We were watching TV. Well, the king was the one watching. It was a sport's channel. I was busy on his iPad. He had borrowed me so I could log in onto my Facebook account. I had asked the king if he was on any social media and he had frowned like the thought even disgusted him and replied with a resounding 'no'. I wasn't surprised at all. He doesn't seem like a social media guy. He suddenly switched off the TV and I looked at him. His eyes were already on me.
Kumkani: "Don't you have any more questions for me beautiful?" He asked after we stared at each other without saying a word. I minimized Facebook and went to the Notebook app and typed "I do."
Kumkani: "Then ask away." He said making himself more comfortable on the couch. "What's the rush?"
Kumkani: "There's no rush. It's just that I'm leaving soon." I quickly typed "Soon??? When is soon???"
Kumkani: "Tomorrow." My heart sank. Like really really sank. "For how long? Do you have to go?" He sighed and brushed my face lovingly.
Kumkani: "Yes little beauty. I've been putting my work on hold for way too long now. I can't any longer." He told me. "You put your work on hold?" Then something came to my mind and I quickly added "Because of me?" He didn't give a response to that. Oh my gosh! It was because of me. "When will you be back?" Nothing. "Tell me!!!"
Kumkani: "Soon." That's all he said. "But we just made up."
Kumkani: "I know little beauty. Trust." He wrapped his pinkie around mine. "I'll miss you." His eyes softened a bit. "I don't want you to go." He said nothing but his pinkie gave mine a squeeze. I put the iPad on my lap so that I could type without breaking apart our pinkies. "Will you miss me?" He looked at what I typed and a deep sound resonated from his chest.
Kumkani: "Always." I smiled. "You better or else!!!"
Kumkani: "Or else what?" He challenged. "Or else I'll skin you alive!!" He said nothing but he did give me a devilish smile. And let me tell you guys it looked really hot on him.
Kumkani: "So the questions?" He asked after a short while. "I'll ask them when you come back."
Kumkani: "You sure beautiful?" I nodded. If he was leaving tomorrow, I didn't want to ruin our last day together with the past... "okay, when I'm back then." A hard knock sounded on the door. As fast as lightning the king grabbed his gun that was on the table and was moving towards the door. He opened the door with his gun raised. "Jesus boss! It's just us. Don't shoot." It was the man and woman from yesterday night. The woman whose name if I remember correctly was Tiny, walked passed the king straight to where I was sitting and folded her arms. Like yesterday, she had a bored look on her face and was chewing gum.
Her: "I don't like you." She declared as she popped her gum loudly..........