Melanie's innocence is both a curse and a blessing. Sheltered all her life in a Christian boarding school, she knows nothing of the world's temptations, especially when it comes to love and desire. Her grandmother made it her life mission to keep Me...
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I wholeheartedly despise weekends. The coffee shop transforms into a chaotic mess of hissing espresso machines and clinking porcelain, testing the limits of my patience. A sea of unfamiliar faces floods the café, each expecting a flawless experience, and I find myself drowning in the pressure to perform.
Mustering every ounce of willpower, I force a cheery smile and greet the endless line of patrons. "Welcome to Java Café, what can I get for you?" My lips stretch into a grin as I try to keep the exhaustion from seeping into my voice.
A weathered, silver-haired gentleman steps forward, his oceanic eyes drifting over me with an unsettling hunger. "Morning, beautiful," he says, his voice raspy with age. I fight the urge to cringe at his boldness, reminding myself that his intentions are harmless. But the predatory gleam in his gaze makes my skin crawl.
"What can I get for you?" I redirect, struggling to maintain my cheerful façade.
"Besides your number, I'd like a cup of cappuccino and a vanilla latte for my wife." His audacity takes me aback, and I raise my eyebrows in disbelief. The old man's eyes sparkle with mischief as he shuffles towards a table for two, where a stunning woman sits, radiating elegance and warmth.
The sight of her makes my heart ache with envy. She's the definition of beauty, she almost looked unreal with porcelain skin and lustrous, raven hair that cascades down her slender shoulders. The old man presses his wrinkled lips against hers, and she accepts the gesture without a hint of disgust. I can't help but wonder if his wealth has blinded her to their age gap. Because there's no way on earth such a beautiful woman would marry a man who would cheat on command and call it love.
I finish their order with precision, making sure it's up to standard and then approach their table.
I set the streaming cups on their table. "Vanilla latte for the gorgeous lady, and cappuccino for you, sir." I smile warmly at her, ignoring the old man's burning gaze.
"Thank you, sweet," he croons, his voice dripping with suggestive undertones. The woman offers her gratitude with a sincerity.
I retreat behind the counter, desperate to escape his probing eyes.
In moments like these, I want to jump out of my own skin, and to shed the burden of being a woman in a man's world. The constant struggle to be seen as more than just an object of desire weighs heavily on my shoulders. I wonder if I'll ever find peace in this unforgiving world, or if I'm destined to remain trapped in this endless cycle of objectification and inequality.
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"Ay, man what the fuc-" The old fuck grumbled. I was quick to silence him with the handle of my dagger in his mouth.
"You wanna do this the easy way or the hard way?" I grin. He tried to speak but his words came out in mumbles and in gibberish. "Oh yeah," I click my tongue. "Sorry about that." I say as I shove the dagger handle in his mouth, making him choke on it before he I take out.
My nose scrunches up in disgust when I stare at the strings of spit coating my favourite dagger. I'm just praying he brushes his teeth, at least.
"What the fuck do you want?!" He yells.
I tsked. "First mistake." I slash a line down his chest, making the blood trail down his beer belly. Like the pussy he is, he screamed like one.
If a person was to walk past this tunnel they'd think I'm assaulting an innocent woman.
"Can I continue now, stronzo?" [T: asshole]
Tears streamed down his face, mixing with his spit and snot. "What did you think you were doing, huh?" I say softly. "Talking to my girl like that? Looking at her like that?" Anger wrapped itself around my voice and it brought my accent out.
"Who's your g-girl?" He stuttered like a weak ass bitch. "Only I know that." I laugh sinisterly.
I turn my wrist to look at the time. "Fuck, it's getting late," I said. "I'd love to stay here and make you regret all that shit you did, but I have to go and see my princess. Against my liking, I have to give you a fast death."
That doesn't mean immediate though, he will suffer his way through his death.
He will know even in his afterlife to not fuck with my girl.
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