Hatred : Oneshot

Hate is death

"No, it couldn't be her" i hissed at my private investigators. She died that night, i saw it happen. I reminisced that night....bangers and pageants, Chicago's ladies and misters in rhythm. Swaying their hips to the beats of the hip-hop playing loud. No one's sober and everybody's vibing. To their horror, the music hauled. The solemn of a second blinked right in front of my eyes and the chaos broke in. The cops barged in the crowd, and i saw her, she was in the spotlight and it was hard to miss that s-she was in the jacuzzi of her own blood. She was Sharah, i could recognize her from miles away. Whispering in the crowd rose as people realized what had happened, the noise heightened followed by them rushing out. Her limbs were numb-looking, she was pale. She was murdered.... "Re-observe the woman and report to me in the earliest" I ordered my men. I am chilly and shaking, that night is my worst nightmare.

On the pin board is pinned the magazine cover page of my interview 6 weeks before she died. It highlighted "Nimit, the multi-billionaire landed in chicago. Who could have thought a rich CEO would be after his childhood love? He seeked for her love in other women and failed miserably. He craved her. He traveled Los Angeles to South Korea looking for that woman, oh heavens! Such a lucky woman but where is she?"

She, her, sharah, i wouldn't have seen her again in front of my eyes had she not died. Sharah, she was a stunning woman, a strong one indeed. Knowing her well, she was probably chasing her dogs in the street while i burned the world to find her. She didn't need me, i needed her, i still do and deep down i knew she yearned to be held. That was the what the media thought anyways.

"Get a hold of yourself nimit!" i whisper-shouted at myself. Thinking about her was never an easy task, she carried herself so delicately, people were scared to break her and that was their worst fear. In both ways it was the worst, she wasn't theirs to break and she wasn't going to be broken so easily.

In the eyes of the world, i loved her, i wanted to find her. Hilarious right? Because all i wanted to do with her fuck her till she died.

This was a mutual feeling, hatred and the desire to kill each other. She didnt want to kill me, i wanted that part. That's the only reason she had to kill me for, for survival. The night i found her was the night she died. I ran away from her and then after her. I could hav-*knock knock*. "come in." my team entered in and handed me the images they had taken yesternight. It was her. I would have doubted it hadn't she had that tattoo on her hand. The one that I do too.

She was alive. I looked closely at the pictures. "When were these pictures taken?" I inquired. The brown suit man replied, "Sir, these are taken about 20 minutes ago". The pictures were of her in a taxi, there was no way they could have caught the taxi plate number.

All my stress caught upto me as my head felt heavy and my stomach tight. I needed relief, i needed a fuck. I need to go to my regular sex parlor.

I entered inside, this time i chose being tied up, last time was the group gang. I'm in the room naked, waiting for the sex worker, she silently enters and ties me up in a swift. She was in black lingerie and her face was in black mask, like usual.

Sex worker's pov
I saw nimit on the bed, i tied him up really fast. He cane here regularly and that's why i took up this job.

He is as sexy as he was years before. But he doesn't sense fear and he never did before. He is a dumb asshole. I went to his dick and licked the top, it springed straight. He was hard, he was tensed. Licks later, he was ready to cum, but i wasn't letting him go early. I went away and he was confused. I came back with a balls grabber. It's a torture sex device. He didn't recognize it. Told ya, he's dumb as fuck.

I let the balls inside the grabber and he winced. He moaned and whimpered. He might be hurting but the adrenaline made it fun. For now.

I ordered him "look in my eyes sir" and he complied. I grabbed his dick back and twisted it. He screamed in pain. Yes yes, i twisted his dick. He shouted "what the fuck you think you're doing? it hurt me, open me up". I laughed. He was still in pain but gave a questioned look.

I wasn't here to fuck him, i was here to kill him. This trap i made was working well, i twisted his dick the other way and he screamed louder. Thankfully the room was soundproof and he registered a sex and a after care + sleep pack. I could torture him all night.

I am sharah, if you didn't guess it yet, well you're no better than nimit in intelligence space. He was hunting me all over the world and that irritated me. So what if i assaulted him when we were 9? I was having fun, i was discovering sex, and he's a boy, he must be enjoying it too is what i thought back then. Oh heavens i was wrong, not only he hated it, he searched world to find me and take revenge.

Now all left was for me to hide and I'm not one to hide. The scene in the club was enough to fool him, to keep him away for long enough for me to plan his execution.

I twisted his dick again.

I removed my mask and his face turned full of terror and horror. He was scared and i liked him like that.

Nimit's pov
What I see in front of my eyes must be me hallucinating because how could sharah be alive?

She twisted my dick and motherfucker it hurts like hell. The ball grabber ain't no fun anymore now that adrenaline wore off.

I am getting sexually assaulted again. It's 1990 all over again. Same girl, same actions. She twisted my dick again. I am going to die i realized. She took my dick in her hands npand sucked it and b-bit it? What the motherfucking hell.

Bitch it hurts so bad. "Sharah, please stop it, it hurts like crazy" i pleaded.
"Then you better remember it till your last breath tonight how you puzzled my life for last 20 years." she replied in the coldest tone ever.

Two more twist later, my eyes filled with tears, i could no longer process things. I was going unconscious.

The last thing i heard before fainting was "Im sharon and, nimit, your hate killed you, i never hated you".