Unkissed. (Rated R)

28.🐸

Those that say there is no fate worse than death, has never stared him in the eye long enough. I wonder what those very people might say. If I told them I have managed to slip right through his bony fingers one too many times, If I told them the tales of my torturous life, at his grasp each and every time and each and every time I survive.

Angered by my slippery soul he chooses a host. A man with the aura of death, sculpting his body with dark designs painted down his arms, a deep gash running down his face discoloring his eyes.

Freed from my first sorrowful life but forced into another, I could not escape, nor did I have the bravery in me to try without risking the lives of those I care deeply for around me.

Manipulated, starved and beaten by the very people a child is supposed to have trusted and carved into a man, sole purpose now is to kill, kill and protect a precious heir. My life is tied, every day I need to dodge a bullet, daily I debate with myself if I can free my soul now and stop fighting, why do I even bother to try when tomorrow is never promised?

I'd stare at the barrel of the gun and decide which part of me could the bullet kill quicker and painless, but I'd always remember than the river of blood I would be drenched in every day after a session, those very kids that didn't get a chance to make it out the way I have, or Charlotte and Ray. The looks of pure terror in their eyes, and the pools of tears. The friends I have made along the way before I buried their bodies and bid them a farewell, their ghosts are still beside me now rooting for me to the finish line. 

Ending it now, their sacrifices would have been for nothing.

My jaw ticks in annoyance at the woman beside me, her deep blue orbs staring intently at the side of my face, been like this for a while now.

I stay stoic, teeth grinding together in annoyance, "Is there something you find amusing Charlotte?"

Cool wind waves through our bodies, her strands blow into view. Like the prodigy manipulator she is, she hums in response seeking my attention. Through an opening of my sunglasses, I gaze slightly to her ghost of a smirk, "No sir, I just didn't get a chance to catch you last night."

I glide my eyes elsewhere, staring at the building across from where we stood. "Oh?"

"Yes, sir. I stopped by very late last night and found your bedroom void."

"And what is it you needed with me at such a late hour of the night?" the corner of my lip tugging into a half smirk.

Her voice trailing distant from the whistles of wind, "Just needed to check on you."

"How treasuring of you, as you can see, I am well."

"But I wanted to confirm that last night."

"As you stated the bedroom was void, I stand before you now. Everyone wins." Prodigy manipulator indeed, but it was I the master that taught her those tricks. Give little and say less, let your enemies do the hard work.

"Indeed sir, but it astounds me how you stepped out during the rain."

"Sleep has pretty much been elusive, I am a man and needed to release some tension."

"Hmm, that poor maid only now recovered from your recent time together. Don't go putting her back in bed rest."

I smile to the statement; it could be best and allow her to believe I was with the South African beauty last night; however, I think she still fears me after that drunken session the other night.

"I assure you; I have not touched Nala. Do you women believe that the only way a man can release any tension is stretching women in two?"

"It was how you've always done it?"