Sin & Savior

CHAPTER 8, PART 6

"She always wants to push her fucking boundaries," he growled to himself in scorned revelation.

His brother had reached out to him after he'd asked him how he was doing and told him that he'd just won a game of Valorant with his new friend Alexander. When he'd asked who that was, his frown stretched itself, long and elastic, across the lower rim of his jawline.

How dare she step foot inside of his home without offering herself to him as apology first? What sort of scum had she taken him for? What weakness had she identified that led her to believe he'd be so easily moved to forgiveness by some grand gesture towards his younger brother?He buried his fist into the steering wheel, his digits wildly anchoring themselves like flailing limbs into an estuary of quicksand.

"You bitch..." He groaned. "Don't you ever think you're getting away from me... you are MINE!" he glowered, scowled, and screamed into the stale, stagnant air of his Mercedes as he splayed his fingers and outstretched his arms, curling his palms into a fisticuff and spiraling his wrists into a fisticuff's priority. He was accustomed to taking what he'd wanted, and never taking no for an answer, but this would consistently continue to confound him at every turn.

He called her telephone 4 times to no avail, growing redder in the face by the second.How fucking dare she disobey him, disrespect him, and find herself absolved of the crimes toward his heart she'd committed? In no world would he allow her to waste his time any further. Fucking tease hadn't even given him what he wanted when he took drastic measures. Only fought him for might and control... as if she hadn't wanted it. As if she didn't want him this entire time, and weren't simply projecting the idea of what a terrible man was onto him so that his perfection for her couldn't be imagined clearly.

She'd lied to herself so pathologically that she actually believed the things she'd said and thought about him. He was willing to forgive that, cardinal sin though it were, so long as she spread her legs for him tonight. He was done asking, and she was done rejecting him. He would have her tonight, in every hole, exactly as he'd deserved.

He fought so hard to become the kind of man capable of attracting a woman like her, of convincing her to fall head over heels in love for him, and even the kind of man that could fall in love with her back. He deserved to breed. He was more attractive, more charismatic, more financially stable, emotionally intelligent, academically successful, and well-endowed than his peers, and he knew this for a fact. He'd evaluate himself against his competition consistently, and the only time he ever fell short was when he wanted Seraphina to open herself to him.The problem, he'd realized, was the fact that he was still content to ask, rather than sequester. Seraphina was not a young woman to be loved or queried: she was a young woman to be seized and satisfied. The problem with this chiefly being that she, herself, was altogether unaware of that fact.

As he floored the pedal and raced his way towards the parking lot of his loft, he could not help but feel as empathetic as he was apathetic. It wasn't her fault she couldn't recognize the man of her dreams when she saw him. It was his own for not doing well enough at displaying himself as nobly or resplendent as he ought. It was never the woman's fault: his father taught him that. Stoic philosophy—Epictetus, Marcus Aurelius, and Socrates—wrapped into a nice, neat, digestible little bow.

The issue seemed to be that women weren't intelligent enough to comprehend the fact that men were superior to them in every way, and that they were only here on Earth to serve them sexually, domestically, and maternally. The world could exist without women, but it would be nothing without men. The day they became wise enough to make peace with reality would come the day men and women could live in peace, but until then: he wouldn't continue attempting to whittle down this weak woman any longer. Now was the time to take action...