The Mindless Man's Paradise

Chapter sixty

  Throughout our stay, that fire churned in my stomach. I wanted Cyrus in the most intimate way, I now knew. I knew better, and he knew better, but somehow, I wished we didn’t.

  Kissing him was torture, knowing that I had to stop myself from going further.

  I didn’t know what this something was, but at that time, it made no logical sense to me. I would be dead in a matter of days, why would I want to die a virgin?

  But whatever sixth sense had kicked in, it had overpowered any other need or want in my body.

  So by the time dinner came about the next day, I was somewhat pleased to leave our room. It was a room full of temptation that was becoming much, much too tempting. If we had stayed much longer, I’m not sure how much longer my willpower would have held for.

  But the dining room quickly and easily distracted my thoughts.

  In a cavernous room, decorated with tapestry, velvet, and golden embellishments, was a large table filled with food.

  I took in the symphony of smells and knew this would not be regular HQ standard fare, and quickly made my way to the table.

  Cyrus trailed behind me, sitting in a chair only moments after I did.

  This feast seemed too good to be true. But it was too good to question as well, because who in their right mind would deny such a wonderful dinner when they’d been fed just enough to scrape by for the past week and a half?

  I stuffed myself with every meat, vegetable, side, and dessert provided, and by the time I had finished, I was stuffed.

  We were escorted back to our room, and we fell asleep with full bellies.

  I didn’t get to sleep for long though, my stomach, not being used to so much food, began to purge itself from the gluttony I had inflicted upon it.

  I ran to the toilet, which was hidden behind a small wooden stall. I puked profusely, shortly followed ten minutes after by Cyrus.

  I went back to sleep, not caring, just deciding that all I wanted to do was be back in bed next to Cyrus, whose presence mellowed me.

  My dreams weren’t pleasant, to put it lightly. It was a creole of nightmares from Dream Land, and our execution that was rapidly approaching.

  Would my parents find out about my execution?

  Or even worse, would they be invited to attend?

  My mind was reeling with such thoughts, and the moment Cyrus rolled over and put his arm around me, my thoughts melted away to nothingness.