The Mindless Man's Paradise

Chapter eight | Cyrus

His Soul Mate’s cries went on for hours and into the night.

 After three days, she had finally woken up.

 Cyrus’s room was right above the basement, and each plea had tortured him.

 The poor girl had been hoping for a life of prosperity, happiness and love. And she had expected all of that with him. Cyrus.

 The boy with a name.

 He wouldn’t blame her if she had hated him.

 She had every right.

 He was going against everything she’d ever known.

 But of course, Cyrus had every right to hate her, as well. His instinct; his gut told him so. However, Cyrus felt that his mom was right, though. If the girl had been to SHQ, it meant that she’d had doubts before.

 She might break, and then come to her senses.

 “Cyrus, I think the only one who can help her is you.” his mother advised, “In time, she may change. Your father can’t know about it though. He expects her to die down there. But I don’t.”

 Cyrus gulped.

 It was a lot to take in.

 A lot to ponder about.

 All the while, that poor, helpless girl, who was probably starving and dehydrated, screamed and begged and threatened.

 Cyrus believed that if he could convince his dad to let him feed and care for the girl, she would appreciate him more. And then talk to him, and he would talk to her. They would compare lives, and then eventually, if things went his way, she would realize HQ’s lies.

 Falling in love was not a part of the plan.

 He would not give in to something that HQ had arranged.

 This girl…

 No matter how helpless or clueless she was, she wasn’t his match. Not by any means.

 If HQ had deemed it be, it was wrong; it was a lie, and that was the end of it.

 He vowed to help her anyways, out of the goodness of his heart. The goodness of his very own, very small, HQ resistance.

 After all, she was still a human being, and she still had rights.

 No matter how psycho or brainwashed she was.

 At maybe three in the morning, the girl had finally stopped screaming, and he could fall asleep.