"I SURRENDER! Please stop the torture! Please, kill me. I want it to end. Please!" I fell on my knees in front of his boots, my hands clasping on top of my bowed head which was now looking at the concrete dirty floors beneath us.
"Please don't leave me here alone! Please I'm begging you! Don't."
He only laughed at my pain and utterly useless cries getting more miserable with every word I spoke, cried, whimpered out.
"Please, these people'll kill me. D-don't just leave me. Take me with you. I'll do whatever you want. Whatever you say. Just get me home. I wanna see my brother, my babies one more time. Please. Just one more time." I softly tugged on his dark blue jeans.
Desperation was clinging to every word I spoke with tears running out in full flow now and cascading down my face.
This was cruel, harsh on so many levels of humanity that I didn't know how to describe it anymore.
Why did I get close to the most cruelest of the people? Why? Why?
His patience was wearing off now. I could see it with the way he was pinching his nose and exhaling and inhaling through his mouth.
"SHUT UP! My God were you always this screwed in the head?!"
I winced at his loud voice, the sobs coming out much louder.
"P-please."
It was almost not-heard plea to this barbaric creature in front of me and prayer to the God Almighty up there to get me out of here.
The laughter started out around us.
First slow, but then these equally savage people as this man standing in front of me, began hooting out. Louder and louder they all got but I paid no heed to it all. I could care less about them. People laugh. It's their job.
My tear stained eyes were only fixated on the man in front of me. Pleading, begging to him, silently.
"Oh My God, Woman! Fine, I'll do it!!" He threw his hands in the air, spinning and sprinting off to probably punch a tree or person. Could be either.
"Fucking, stupid assholes." He muttered loud enough only for me to hear.
His patience finished altogether with his trust in humanity, long gone.
"Thank you, LOVE!" I shouted at his retreating back which just caused him to just increase his speed to get out of here and probably punch a tree right this instant before blowing up on anyone here.
People scrambled out of his way as he headed for the exit. They took the red sea parting to a whole new fucking level.
Immediately a huge grin made its way to my face as I jumped to my feet from the crouched position I was sitting in. What? My legs were getting cramped.
I fist pumped the air, whirling around to face my fans, basking in their cheers and glory.
This was pure love. Bowing out to my fans as a true magician would. Satisfaction of getting what you want.
Okay. I get it.
Most of you probably have that WTF is going on, look on your face.
Don't you worry for one second for I Alora of House Pierce, the great great descendant of the GLORIOUS Benjamin Franklin am going to explain it all.
Hahaha, just kidding. He should be privileged he isn't related to me. Given my personality.
DRIFTING FROM MY TOPIC AGAIN. Man I'm doing that a lot these days.
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The Deception Game
Action"One hell of a welcome, don't you think?" "Meh, you forgot the red carpet." "I was hoping to use your blood to make it." **** Their lives are far away from the lines of normality. With centuries old feud finally rising to its highest peak...
