Trap?
He—-What? I was speechless and tried to pick up the pieces, the sound of silence weaved the room, my brows snapped together as I narrowed my eyes to figure it out.
"You fell into my trap, twice."
Then—— he was the one who set me and Jane u—
"What you're thinking is correct, I was the one who set you up to kill them." He crossed his arms looking at me as if he doesn't feel guilty, I aimed a gun at him and before I could pull the trigger, he snatched the gun off my hand and drops it, the gun fell he sweeped it off to the side with his legs.
"You motherfucker!" Even if my whole body was in pain the anger in me didn't mind it at all, I tried to land punches on him but he was evading while sitting down, I grabbed the rim of his clothes and he tilted his head up on the chair's stand, back gently leaned down, he teased me with a smirk and his eyes narrowed with a slight raise of an eyebrow.
I was so tired I had to catch my breath, we were in a position where he manspead and I could feel my hips on him. I was inches away from his dick, "D—Don't move." My breath was shaking, I raised my hand to slap him and he closed his eyes, to which I aimed to punch his balls.
"I knew you'd do that." He stopped my hands by grabbing my wrist, "You're too predictable Medusa." He smiled and slowly stood up, the way my head tilted, followed his eyes as he stood straight, a shadow cast before me because his broad body covered me from the light.
"Why? Why? Why? Why did you set me up?" My voice quivered, I was intimidated he towered above me.
My whole body trembled in anger and the next thing I did I tried to knee kick his balls, to which he stopped with his other hand again.
He held me onto my wrists as if they were sticks, I pushed him away but I was the one who was pushed back. With all the weakness I was about to stumble but he catched me, I felt his hands and warmth embrace me, still.
"You see Medusa, If you let a person anger you then they control you." And he gently assisted me to sit on the chair.
"Why?" I kept questioning him, "These hands—" I don't even want to cover my face with these stained hands. I just looked at it as I cried.
Again, I can't blame him for setting me up, at the end of the horizon it's still my fault for being so carefree, I should have known better, I wanted to resent him but I couldn't.
"Do you wanna know the second trap?"
My head answered no, I wiped the tears with my wrists and that's when he fixed my hair, with a handkerchief he wiped away my tears. "You can still be Medusa, medusa. I cleaned all the evidences for you." He assured and I glared at him, why—If only I had better sleep.
He sighed, "The rent for staying here per day is 1000 pesos, and the apple and milk you stole I will charge 500 per day you fail to pay me." And he stood up, "You're a lunatic." I said to him and he took it with pleasure.
Why? Why is it as if there's no guilt coming from him? Why is it he's acting as if he didn't set me to kill people?
"I'm just a criminal."
He looks too clean to be a criminal, just what kind of a criminal is he? "Who—-What's your name?"
He leaned forward and his eyes suddenly beamed from that question. "Jazz." And his voice had a slightly higher tone, "Why?" I could see innocence on those eyes it made me doubt. A lunatic like him is a master at hiding his intentions.
