"Your cheeks are turning bright red, my favorite color" he says. I break eye contact immediately and stare down.
One moment he's hovering over me like a beast searching for his prey, suddenly he pins my back to the wall, grips both my elbows and ho...
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M A V I N "I got a situation, this girl been stressin' me, Sayin' she better be the only one, My life is complicated, she's only 23, I'm not the guy that she's supposed to love"
It's been two days, two days since I've slept. I've been drowned and saved from my thoughts repeatedly. Drowned by me, saved by that one woman who I've been longing to see. She appears in my mind, with her fierce attitude distracting me whenever I'm on the verge on giving up. I miss Veronika, a lot.
I want those nights when I can't sleep because my mind convinces me to take in every feature of Veronika's sleeping state. I don't sleep when she sleeps, all because I don't want to miss her cute little snores, or her slow body moments or her light scrunching of her eyebrows. In that moment all I want to do is stare at her, make this memory permanent in my mind and hold her close. I miss everything she does. I miss her.
I'm just lying there, staring at the ceiling of this room which is torture. Beside me, this wretched woman sleeps calmly while I plan her murder which will definitely be slow, painful and epic.
It's four in the morning, it's they day I've been waiting for. Today, I escape. Because today's the function. I don't give a fuck about the Ajeti family's religious rituals and shit. I will escape at the first chance I get but not before killing her and them.I guess it won't be such an escape anyway, I'd call it a win.
I try so hard to convince myself that father and his men are safe but I have no proof, I have no source of communication and it just boils my blood. I'm not a patient man, and if I don't get what I want, no promises will be kept.
I'm going to make sure Noel Ajeti and his daughter's blood is in my hands.
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"We are going to have a lot of fun tonight" Kadre whispers in my ears fully convinced the whore's turning me on. What she doesn't know is if she doesn't move her hands from my shoulder blades, and her filthy face from my body, she will never see the sun again, let alone the moon.
