dé·jà vu ˌdā-ˌzhä-ˈvü -ˈvᵫ̅ : a feeling that one has seen or heard something before.
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Kairo Kyzier Mullings|18 (juanskiii so fine yalllll i can't 😫😫🤭)
1:37 am
The room was dark, save for the weak, flickering light from the single bulb swinging overhead. The air was thick, choking, stinking of sweat, blood, and fear. The smell didn't bother me anymore; it felt right. Jerome's head was slumped forward, blood dripping slowly down his face, pooling on the floor. I could still see where my knuckles had left a mark, swelling his lip, painting his teeth red. The ropes holding him to the chair had his hands turning blue, but I made sure they were tight. Didn't want him thinking he had a way out.
I stood there, a cigarette hanging from my lips, smoke curling around my face. I had been watching him for hours, letting him stew, letting the fear settle into his bones. Fear was a powerful thing. Made people weak, pliable. It was what made this satisfying. Nah, necessary.
"Yuh know mi nuh like when people play wid mi life" I said, my voice low, almost casual, like I was talking to an old friend. I took a slow drag from the cigarette, letting the smoke fill my lungs, then exhaled, the ember flaring in the darkness. "An mi hate when dem try fi play wid mi woman."
Yuh wah now?
Jerome's head jerked up, eyes wide and bloodshot, like he didn't believe what he was hearing. I could see it, the panic, the desperation. He had been mumbling, pleading, but I wasn't listening. What would be the point? There was no forgiveness here. He had crossed a line, and this was the end of that.
"Yuh really think mi wuddn find out pussy?" I asked, stepping closer, the sound of my boots echoing against the concrete. "Mi know a you a di one who did a threaten Nai. Mi know yuh did wah scare har, make she talk 'bout Kyle. But a deh suh yuh fuck up chawgie"
I flicked the cigarette, the ash falling onto his lap. It was just a small burn, barely enough to hurt, but I saw him flinch. Good. That was just the beginning. I leaned in close, till my face was right in front of his, and I could see every tear, every drop of sweat clinging to his skin.
"Yuh shoulda never mess wid mi, or di people mi care 'bout."
Jerome's mouth moved, his words coming out as a weak, broken whisper. "Kairo... please... mi never mean fi–"
Before he could finish, my fist cracked across his mouth. His head snapped back, and I could feel the sting in my knuckles, the warm splatter of his blood on my hand. I didn't care. If anything, it felt good. Real good. Like letting go of a weight that had been dragging me down for days.
"Yuh never mean fi wah?" I said, my voice rising, letting the anger slip out. "Fi try blackmail Xanai? Fi mek her fret till she cyan sleep?" I stepped back, looking at him, letting my words sink in. "Nuh badda beg now, Jerome. A yuh mek dis happen."
