let's go to the Jardín

Concubine for a day

HARDIN'S POV:

I had been untied from the uncomfortable wooden chair. I could hear the distant chirping and growling of the wild ferocious feral animals as I sat in the comfort of the warm Jardín.

Everything was falling into place like a long lost puzzle. Everything would make sense once my beloved Naomi would come back. I knew she wouldn't leave that easily from the safe space that she had created for herself in the short span of time she had been accommodating in that house but I also knew how ruthless the cult could be.

After all I was part of it.

I had been sent on a secret mission to locate a certain serial killer that was going around murdering tonnes of people. I made a whole new identity of myself. The cartoons. The parents. The university. Even to the point of changing the entire way I talk and walk. Basically everything about my mannerisms was a lie. Everything I had spoon fed Naomi couldn't have been further from the truth of who I truly was under my facade.

I really wasn't the person I told her but she was naive enough to believe everything. I was a fairly decent liar and charlant but I had many tells like a normal human would. Except for one thing. I was half garden.

When I was just 5 years old I had been abducted by the greener garden cult. They haven't aged since then and from what I know they are older than life itself. They led me through countless torture methods to make me into the person I am today and prepare me for the atrocities i would have to go through to fuse my blood with the essence of the garden.

Apparently everyone in the group had this process done to them. From what I knew Colette was the the most recent member that had been added. I shivered as I remember the way she wailed as they sadistically injected the gardening serum in her veins watching as she writhed in pain.

I could still feel the undying pain like it was yesterday when the process had been done to me. It was no easy feat to survive such pain. Only a few chosen people could go through the torture and Rajveer, Amy and Nahlya were the purest breed of garden. They had been created as the masters of this world, controlling nature in all its twisted ways.

Me and Colette had simply been chosen people strong enough to survive the pain. My mission was a simple one.

I would pretend to be a poor ignorant boy that didn't know anything about the world and watch as she took interest in me. I knew she would. I had been observing her for a while and her twisted nature wouldn't let her leave such an innocent soul alone. She withered everything she touched and she bathed in the pleasure it would bring her.

It was fascinating watching her day in and day out. Watching as she calculated torture methods and her executing them right in front of my eyes without knowing. I had to say the truth. She was quite the skilled murderer but she lacked in experience which left her work sloppy.

Many times I had to cover her tracks as I was specifically instructed to bring her to the greener garden cult unharmed and that we would be the ones delivering justice. We would be the one that would be ruining her. After all it wasn't really our fault. If she didn't want to be involved with the most notorious cult in the world then she shouldn't have been tainting our beautiful precious gardens with soiled bodies.

She was clearly asking for death.

Some people might find it weird how I didn't detest the cult. After all they took me away from what I assumed to be a happy and loving family only to transform me into a half garden but I was quite grateful for what they had done.