Pure

Prologue

" Carlos Maduro you are found guilty of the rape and murder of eighteen-year-old Emily Gallison the court hereby sentences you to life in prison with no chance of parole, court dismissed!" "YOU SON OF A BITCH!!! YOU SAID I WOULD GET PAROLE AT LEAST LET GO- IM GONNA KILL YOU, YOU AND YOUR WHOLE FAMILY" I sigh closing my briefcase the fucker would've gotten parole if his confession looked like he hadn't enjoyed what he did to that girl. In the end, luckily he's no longer my problem, his money is the only thing I could even think about caring for. The courtroom slowly empties as I make my way out and between the groans of tired jurors and the police force banter. I would rather have the silence of my office after this case running three days long. I check the time 11:44 "Fuck" I silently curse making my way to my car I didn't expect it to be this late the prosecutors' lawyer wouldn't shut up reinstating the same evidence my client so desperately wanted to deny— but all in all I finally get to go home. A quick ten minute drive gets me home as I walk in exhausted throwing my suit jacket onto my leather white couch. Making my way to my bedroom removing my clothes neatly laying them in my laundry bin "Now for my favorite part of the job" Which is the afterthoughts on my clients crime while I shower, see he was infatuated with the girl seemingly enough she felt the same, but she didn't want to share his life on the run, of course a pampered heiress wouldn't want that. She wanted a normal white picket fence and children otherwise known as miserable suburbia. So as any deranged boyfriend would do, when she tried to go towards that light he snuffed it before she could even take one step away "killing her then raping her what a waste" the shower steams pins of water stabbing the surface as my thoughts race. if it were me I would've convinced her that she was meant to be with me, that the world everyone wanted wasn't meant for her. That I would love her in life and death no matter who she was. To emphasize the death aspect I would suggest a planned co-suicide with a slow death with accompaniment of a good last fuck—
Touching the brim of both life and death together forever, entwined, still warm. Now would I actually be sick enough to do that no of course not considering the circumstances it's a win-win. They remain together for eternity, there's no rape, and no one goes to jail. My water runs cold as putting an end to my thoughts. Stepping out onto the dry black tiles of my bathroom I stare at my foggy mirror wiping away to reveal my image " I wonder what it feels like to want something that strongly. To the point where you risk not only your freedom, but you even take your beloved's life as if it was yours to keep" I sigh, drying myself off with a towel stepping back out into my bedroom grabbing a pair of boxers to wear. I turn off the rooms main light as my bed post lights automatically turn on calm music serenading in the background, as I lay down pulling up my soft duvet to my hips, grabbing my phone to switch the music when the strangest ad appeared for a discreet dating or sex app of sorts I go to click it away, but instead I pause going back to my earlier thoughts... even though I doubt that sort of connection can happen from something like this, it wouldn't hurt to have some sort of entertainment, a plaything of sorts. I download the app and go through the tedious process of creating an account. I don't add a picture. I figure that such things won't be needed and immediately I'm bombarded with notifications. I imagine when you have "Wealthy single male" In your ad the crabs come crawling. I chuckle scrolling through each image more bland than the next "bimbo, infidelity, thruple, bimbo, catfish, oh-?" I pause at this one account that doesn't have an image just a letters MX as a username but that isn't what caught my eye it's the ad "Enlighten me with your voice or your words whichever you prefer I'm not looking for anything in specific not even a personal encounter see if you catch my interest then we can see where this all leads" Quite interesting I will say especially for twenty five year old woman but something tells me this will be worth my time I swipe right on her turning my phone off and putting it on my nightstand, nothing could come out of this really but it's never too late to experiment in life, my thoughts silence as I slowly drift off to sleep.

"Last call everyone! Last call! Pay your tabs and get ready to exit the building promptly!" I yell out, closing out the last couple of tabs and collecting my tips for the night. The lights of the once vibrant and loud Serentino Nightclub now dimming to a warm solid yellow I yawn, stretching my back turned away from the bar as drunk sorority sisters scream and hoot out the door. Drunk creeps practically on their heels "Yo Maxi-Pad! Watch those Barbie's outside, they got a couple zombie dicks behind em" I say to the bouncer as he scowls at the name. It's not my fault that one got stuck to his head while he was dragging a girl out of the club, I don't even want to know how it got there. I put my tips away and start cleaning up the bar. The most mess there is are spilled drinks and other questionable fluids. I keep my station clean. My coworker on the other hand she's a downright mess but her class A beam headlights bring tips in apparently "Wasn't t'night great Mox! Look how much I made in tips'' " Yeah and look at how much of a mess you made stupid-" I say curtly "Oh don't be such a stick in the mud I'll clean it up....so have you gotten any swipes back on that lil kinky app I made ya get" Even though she's a pushy airhead Minty is my best friend "I haven't checked Mintz nor do I particularly care considering it wasn't my choice to get the app" she rolls her eyes grabbing my phone as I glare daggers in her direction and oh do they wanna cut deep "Well since you won't check it I sure as all hell will'' she goes on the other side of the bar sitting up on a stool scrolling through my phone. Completely disregarding he daggers shot her way—tsk damn bubble brain, damn the day I have her my password "Damn all you got are creeps and you didn't even swipe on anyone cept this one guy he don't even got a picture on his profile, shit at least he's rich and thirty-four, girllllll you're lookin for a sugar daddy not a hookup" I finish up cleaning turning off the bar lights and getting me and Mintys things "All right let's go firefly you need to get home Mintz" she keeps my phone as we walk out I stay locking up. I hear a phone vibrate assuming it's hers I look at the screen it's black then I look to my side seeing her face light up "Oh. My God!!!!! Moxxxxxx!" She shrieks out doing her happy dance "What is it you damn banshee?" She shoves my phone into my face as if I weren't already blind as a bat "Articulate Genius and you are a match start chatting" I swallow not even expecting to get matched with him "So aren't you gonna text him, say somethin!" I grab my phone looking at the screen and quickly turn it off "Wait what cmon you gotta text him back Mox you've been a solo mess since you and Dylan bro-" "Minty don't say another word" I say sternly storming towards my car not even noticing that I have Mintys things still. As I get in my car taking in a deep breath and holding it a loud knock at my window causing me to breathe out as I roll down my window "I'm sorry Moxie I didn't mean to mention it please forgive me" I shake my head chuckling I can't stay mad at her forever "Alright I can start to see your bottom lip quiver I forgive you" "Oh thank you Mox I knew you had a hearttttt!" She reaches in through my window and gives me a suffocating hug, her bombs smooshing my face as she pulls back, grabbing her things in the process "Now you better text that guy when you get home, who knows our little Mox might finally get laid after so long. Well byeee Moxie-Foxie see ya at work tomorrow " "Drive safe you painted up piece of trash!" I yell back at her reving my engine and driving off to my apartment the thought of the match still lingering at the back of my mind. I get to my apartment locking my car and rummaging through my purse for my keys. I can hear my cats meowing and clawing at the door "Hold on moms coming you little devils" my door is a little stuck but I manage to get in with a little push my cats Hina and Jumba coming immediately meowing and purring as squat down to pet them after locking the door "Hey my little monsters I missed you guys too, now who's hungry?!" They meow excitedly as I put some canned tuna in their bowls, eating away happily. After that I grab a sandwich for myself. It may be twelve am carbs but who cares. I finished the sandwich by the time I got to my room. I was starving so a couple bites was enough to finish it off I throw off my clothes rubbing the tiredness from my eyes my clothes all over the floor as I head to my bathroom getting in the shower "I wonder what this mystery guy is actually like, maybe he's actually some old dude in his 70's with a ball sack lower than my expectations" I laugh to myself while I'm in the shower but seriously begin to think what the guy may actually be like. I won't get my hopes up on actually liking him though. I haven't liked anyone since Dylan and I broke up and I'm not about to fall for some stranger online. I finish up my shower, taking off my shower cap and putting on a pair of shorts with a crop top. I walk out into my bedroom seeing my cats already claim their spots on my bed as I turn off the lights, leaving my little desk lamp on, grabbing my phone and looking on the app again, staring at the chat "Fuck! What do you guys think? Should I say hey or something?" "Preeemeow" says Jumba and Hina just yawns and stretches "Ok so a yes and a I don't care I'm too tired for this shit" I sigh and type out my message just a simple hey how are you and send it. Turning off my phone and putting it on my nightstand "Fuck I hope nothing bad comes from this"