Isabelle

Chapter 1 🖤

-Isabelle-

"Im not a monster" I said to her defiantly.
"But you are. Dont deny it!" She growled back at me.
"Why do u keep saying that? What did I do to even be called that?" My heart begged to know.

All at once she made a figure of fire, less than a foot tall, dancing gracefully on my palm. She moved softly with so much confidence.
"Now watch close" I hear her growl again.
And the fire doll changed. Grew into a demon shredding off her clothes so that it hung around her like rags. Face demonic. She breathe fire that burnt the atmosphere around.
Thats it. It ruled me down. Shut the shit i had to speak next. Defenseless againt her. Defenseless against the monster. Defenseless against the monster in me.

-Chris-

"Hey baby, not leaving so fast are you?" flirted Lindsey grinding herself to me.
See i was going to leave. And i was getting up from my seat. But she snaked her arms on my shoulders and pushed me back to my seat again. Bending closer shoveling her big boobs to my face. So close i could lick them if i wanted to. What a slut i smirk to myself.
"Im a little tired tonight, Lin" i got up again this time silently wrestling with her boobs to get them off my face.

"Awww but you just got here. You didnt even touch me dirty " she pouted.
"Another night babe. Im really tired." I had already taken a few steps.
"Asshole" she said under her breathe thinking that i wouldnt hear. I sneered to myself and walked out.

Parked in the parking lot a black maserati almost invisible in the dark.
And this.. this is my baby.
Jumping in i geared her up. It was so smooth. This led me to admire her true beauty. Something i never see in girls these days where everybody seem to be more like onions hiding their true selves behind layers and layers of shit.

I drive through the night 'in speed and style' as i like to call it. I drive out of the parking lot of the nightclub and head out towards the west of the city. In less than 10 minutes im parking at my apartments parking lot. I shut the engine. Grab my black leather jacket from the passenger seat and step out. Locking the drivers side door i sling my jacket over my shoulder as i walk towards the elevator and then push the buttons that takes me to my apartments floor. Once in the lonely elevator i lean against the wall to think of everything I've sound out so far. Honestly nothing much. But its still the biggest mission in my head. With this content in mind, ive absentmindedly reached the inside of my apartment. Once there i just drag myself to the bed and fall flat on my face, drifting into a nightmarish night.

-Isabelle-

Drifting helplessly in the dirty green murky waters, I have lost track of time and space. It has been so long since I've last stood on solid ground and breathed fresh open air. It feels unreal and distant now. The water is neither hot nor cold. Or it couldnt be my cursed gift thats keeping me warm.

My cursed gift also grants me the ability to survive in this watery prison, but each time I breathe, it feels constricting and suffocating. I've tried to use my gift to help me escape, but my palms doesnt fire up like they use to. Maybe it take everything to help me breath in this murky liquid.

Powerless to escape, i float aimlessly, for now the very thought of life has escaped me.

The muffled sound of footsteps outside the water prison catch my attention. Shivers go through my spine as I recognise the voice of my captor. Saying something to the guards she moves towards my prison.

Her voice, though muffled and distorted by the water, cuts through the silence like a blade, dripping with false concern.

"How are we feeling today, Isabelle?" She asks mockingly with a hint of a threat along with false concern ringing in her voice.

I refuse to respond, clinging to my defiance as my only semblance of control in this suffocating prison.

Her laughter echoes through the water, a cruel reminder of my helplessness. "Still stubborn, I see. Thats fine, dear. You'll come around soon enough."

She laughs menancingly again as I hear her turn back. As she leaves, I'm swallowed by my helplessness thats crushing me hard. I am consumed by a sense of longing for freedom that burns as fiercely as the fire I can no longer wield.

-Chris-

'Mr. Robert will that be all sir? Is there anything else that you might need sir?' Laila, the secretary girl I've hired about two weeks ago is already in with the flirting. As of now shes in my office standing oddly close to me brushing her naked knee against my thigh, while bending down alittle too close to me revealing the top half of her breasts which seem to overflow the alittle too sexy for work shirt she'd worn, no doubt with this very intention. Her tight skirt revealing her sharp curves and attractive bottom.

'That will be all Laila' i pronounce coolly uneffected by her actions. I cant say that she doesnt look shocked everytime that happened since the last couple of days when her flirting began.
'Are you sure sir?' She asks her voice begging me to differentiate my answer.
'Yes im sure.'

The day flow by with almost all the girls coming into my office trying to flirt with me and me doing what i usually do. I ignore their flirting as if i didnt have a clue. In the evening around 3 or 4, Laila informs me about my best client. And i hear a soft knock on the door a minute afterward. I walk to the door myself and answer it.

Ms Blimfree who stands at the door greets me with lustful eyes.
'I've come to talk of the preposition Mr. Robert.' She says in a raised voice that im sure was intended for Laila and the others to hear.

As soon as i close the door, the woman comes up to me pushing me towards the wall and put her hands on me.

'Look at you! Smart boy. Just like your father. Sexy but professional."

Her head is almost touching my shoulder, her long manicured fingertips caressing my jawline.

"Pleasure doing business with such handsome men. You get me to throw all professionalism out the window. "

I've been ignoring all the other girls because i can but with her, it's impossible. Not because im interested in her preposition, but because she's one of our biggest clients. The board will not approve of me loosing her no matter what i say of her. And so all i can do is politely try to walk away. Just try.