Lesser Evil

3| The Villain & The Princess

THE VILLAIN
Drugs, and my gun, have always been the only companions I've had for the past few years. I'm not complaining, reaching euphoria with the high of drugs? Fucking blissful.

But, I sure as hell don't tuck hair strands behind a girl's ear. Not even when I'm high, and I was perfectly normal and in my senses at that time. Certainly not girls I kidnapped four hours ago.

An impulsive decision. That's what I titled it. My hand had twitched with the urge to do it and I did it, I can stop fussing over it.

But the girl's got a mouth on her, that's for sure. Her mood also swings enough to make me dizzy, not that I care, of course.

Fuck, I can't deal with this without some sort of high.

Reluctantly, because I don't like to consume drugs when I have someone to look after, I popped open the top cabinet in the kitchen and pulled out the zip lock bag containing my... supplies.

I picked up the injection and filled it with the liquid in the small vial, draining it almost completely but I stifled the pull to do so. God, I needed a willpower stronger than this if I want to live. But then again, I'm not sure I want to.

Pushing up the sleeve of my hoodie, exposing the countless needle marks on my arm, I took the injection and positioned it over an untouched spot right over my vein before forcing the piston down, injecting the substance in my body and leaning back with a sigh, letting my mood elevate.

A frown made it way to my face when I looked at the bag I had just dropped on the low round table. It's almost empty, I will have to refill my supply.

Then, somehow, my thoughts flow to the princess in my basement. I still stood by what I said about her being basic with dark hair, brown eyes, small nose, pink mouth. But there was a different ferocity in those brown eyes. Anyone I'd brought down there before had been quick to beg, plead and cry to be let go. It had been irritable to deal with those women before I gave them to whoever they had to go to. To whoever was going to pay me to take them.

No one gives drug addicts any jobs. And my addiction? It is something I cannot live without, the only reason I even continue to live sometimes.

The rest of the things are common between the girl downstairs and all the other girls who have been in her position. I ensure I don't know their names, almost never using a term to talk to them. If need be, it would always be girl, not princess.

What the actual fuck is wrong with me?

Deciding that the one-thirds of the vial I drained was going to be of no use, I filled the syringe once again, this time emptying out the vial, and injected it into the same spot as earlier, relishing in the twinge of pain that shot up my arm. Pain, that's what keeps me alive as well.

And as much as I hate to admit, the princess needs to be looked after. She doesn't belong to me and should be taken care of before I send her off, too. Just like all the others.

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THE PRINCESS
I feel like I'm losing my mind. Being locked away is messing with my head. Being alone is messing with my head.

It could have been minutes, hours or maybe even days though it doesn't seem that long, since I've been alone here. Imprisoned to the chair in the binds of the rope. Why do I even need to be tied down? There's not one opening in this godforsaken basement and I could bet that the door is locked.

Like I had conjured him from my mind, the sound of a lock turning fills the otherwise silent room. Only darkness peeks through the open door from behind the man's silhouette. It's the same person again and I don't like it. I don't like him and the feeling of uneasiness that flooded my stomach at the sight of him.