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"You scum!" Mitch slapped the man across the face and looked at him with disgust.
"You will leave now and never step foot in my house again, do you understand?" Mitch yelled, snapping his fingers at the guards behind him. The two men walked forward without a word and garbed the man's arms.
The man nodded weakly with fear in his eyes.
"Yes sir, whatever you say sir." The man said.
Mitch turned around and waved his hand, signaling for them to drag him out.
Mitch huffed and slammed his bedroom door, groaning as he sat down on his bed.
People in the town called him the 'evil queen' since he was sometime cruel.
Okay, most of the time he was cruel. He hated when people came and asked for help by flirting or offering some sort of sexual payment. It disgusted him and made him feel like he was only in search for sex, which certainly wasn't the case.
He wasn't afraid to hit somebody or yell at them, and that's what made people afraid. He'd sent people to death or to The Circle which was an island that you never returned from.
But he always had a reason. People were just scared, which he was okay with.
He'd rather people be scared then people be too confident and try and walk all over him.
Although he wasn't always mean.
"E-excuse me sir?" A women asked, opening his door. Mitch sat up quickly with his eyes narrowed at her and a scowl on his face.
"Did you knock?" He asked angrily. The women trembled and swallowed nervously.
"N-no sir, b-but you said that if this happened then we c-could waste no time knocking to tell you."
Mitch's face softened and his smile grew.
"Is it him?" He asked, the women replied.
"Yes sir." He clapped his hands together excitedly and stood up then ordered her to go get him.
Mitch wiped a few cat hairs off his black clothes, some people said he looked like a bat because of his. The sleeves dropped down low, causing it to look like wings.
Mitch smiled when he heard footsteps getting louder and louder with each step. Two quiet knocks were heard and a faint,
"Hello?" Echoed. Mitch chuckled softly under his breath and replied.
"Enter, darling." The door opened slowly and a head peeked inside.
There he was, Scott Hoying. He lived in the village with his family and worked at a bakery.
He had pale skin and shining sky blue eyes along with light blonde hair and slight blonde stumble going across his cheeks and chin. He was taller and a lot broader then Mitch, but he was very child like and could never hurt a fly.
And he never actually hurt flies. I mean, one time he accidentally stepped on one when he was eleven and cried himself to sleep for three weeks.
"My...my precious angel." Mitch whispered to himself, smiling widely as he stepped forward and pulled the door open.
"Don't be so shy, darling." Mitch said kindly, gently grabbing his hand and leading him inside.
"Hello, Mitch." Scott greeted quietly, his cheeks a lovely shade of pink.
Mitch smiled and looked into his eyes proudly, bringing his hand up to place it on Scotts cheek.
"You're so beautiful." Mitch said, caressing his defined cheekbone. Scott smiled shyly and placed his hand on top of Mitch's hand to keep it there.
"Thank you." He replied quietly. Mitch exhaled slowly through his nose before walking back and sitting on the chest in front of his bed, grabbing Scott's hands and placing them on his own lap.
