FORTUNE FAVOURS ELYSIA | ᴀᴅᴀᴍ x ʟᴜᴛᴇ

8 | DEGRADATION

𝙰𝙳𝙰𝙼'𝚂 𝙿𝙾𝚅 —

My eyes lingered upwards towards the ceiling as I laid on my back. This shitty motel bed was the furthest thing from comfortable, and it was even worse that I had a broad laying on my arm in a way that made it fall asleep. The TV was on to a channel that was playing movies that premiered on Earth, the colours of the box TV flashing onto the walls, reflecting off of the chandelier. I was completely naked, and so was the broad, snuggled up against my chest, pawing for my attention.

Broad may be a harsh word, but I don't care. Her name is Evie, a girl who works at an office building beside the training centre, I don't know what for. She's a cute little thing with ginger hair, pale skin, and pastel pink wings. She dresses in bright colours, despite being very meek, and is absolutely obsessed with me. I liked Evie because she was simple. She barely had an opinion of her own, usually echoing off of me to keep in my favour so she can have another night of fucking. Evie is one of multiple girls who frequent motel rooms with me— and arguably the one who'd kill anyone who crossed me.

Yet I was not connected to her. Hell, I've been attached to none of the girls I have hooked up with. They know I only want them here to keep my cock warm, I try to be as open as possible. I couldn't bare to break a girls heart over my lust. Evie however, has been a piece of mine for over a hundred years. I know I'd never get a no out of her. Sometimes, I wish she'd reject me, just to see if she has a life outside of desiring me... it's honestly pathetic how her world revolves around me.

Evie eventually gets up off of my arm, standing up from the motel bed. My gaze goes to follow her, staring at her near naked body, bare besides from the pink lace thong she had on, as she moves over towards the TV stand, where a pack of cigarettes lay. She picks it up, fishes out two cigarettes, and then grasps the lighter right beside it. She saunters back towards me, and lays down beside me. She hands one of the cigarettes to me, alongside the lighter. I sit up slightly to light my own, striking the wheel until a flame emitted. After, I just hand her the lighter so she can do it herself. However, Evie grasps my face and turns me over to face her, the cigarette already dangling from her lips.

"Give me a cigarette kiss, as we usually do..." Her soft voice sounds gentle, with a pleading tone draped upon her words.

"No," I say rather simply, and turn my head back away. A sigh escapes from Evie's lips, as I hear her strike the wheel of the match. My gaze remains fixated forwards now, towards the neon colours that emitted from the TV and onto everything around it.

"What's up with you, Adam? You've been weird all week— hell, even the past two weeks. You're barely giving me fucking attention anymore..."

"Sorry," I can't think of a better answer, the two syllable word hushed out while I pull the cigarette from my lips, exhaling the smoke slowly.

"Come on, Adam... just tell me..! You're not doing a good job at hiding this. You were absolutely silent the entire time we fucked— and you couldn't even look me in the eyes. You know I love you so much, please talk to me-"

"Can you shut the fuck up?" Maybe that was also too harsh.

Evie's tone changed, something I didn't entirely expect from such a bubbly girl, "Sorry, what?"

"You don't fucking love me. Don't pull that shit, me and you are both here for the same reasons."

She turns to look at me, in which I reluctantly gaze back to her.

"What, you wanna stop fucking?"

"Kind of," I say without hesitation, "Just not really worth it anymore, I've lost interest in it. I get nothing out of it."

Looking away for a moment, Evie takes a sharp drag of her cigarette, "How will you break such news to your other sluts?"

"The exact fucking way I said it to you."