Deceiving Destiny

Chapter 3: The Larceny of Rapunzel's Pellucidity by Mr. Ryder

Chapter 3: The Larceny of Rapunzel's Pellucidity by Mr. Ryder

"Blake." The sound of my voice caused me to flinch, its raspy timbre galvanizing me to the core. The hint of vulnerability twiddling there, like a snake's vice slowly twisting and squeezing the carefully worn durability and potency that was once there, awaken something ugly and vicious inside me; cautiously interweaving itself within my system- occupying every minute porta that it could find, making sure that whatever poisonous substance being embedded inside of me would never seep out.

Hate. Perfidy. Vengeance.

The magnitude of mixed emotional sensitivity battling inside of me was just too much. I've never felt so much enmity or abhorrence towards someone before- not even when some kids at school decided that locking me up at the school's storage room is fun; not even when some guy I used to date beat the crap out of me because I wouldn't have sex with him. I then concluded that Merryweather must've been watching over me, taking precedence over my shattered heart- taking great care in preventing the still intact pieces of it, the unmarred parts, to fall apart. But right now, with crimson red soaking up my field of vision, I don't know what to think anymore; I don't want to think, period. I just badly want, need, to hit something or someone before I fully drowned in my own insanity.

"I know I'm drop dead gorgeous but you should atleast be discreet about it Maddie, not falling at your knees in front of me." I knew Blake so well, knew him enough that the taunting quality lacing his voice didn't escape me. He's always like this, pushing me off my comfort zone- making me want to lose control, to be wild for once.

My hand subconsciously formed into a fist, the painful digging of my nails in the cup of my palm reminding me of the thin thread holding my longanimity- just a little more push and it might as well snap into two.

"Don't I get a hug? Don't just stand there, come here and let me squeeze your sexy body Maddie." My eyes squinted a little more forcefully- if that's even possible- in seeing Blake's laidback stance- his arms outstretched outwards, waiting for me to run to him, while his pitch black eyes held me captive- the gibelike glint there didn't go unnoticed by me.

"What now? Alright I get it, I'll just go there." The ghost of a pirate smile lurked in the shadows of Blake's plump lips as he casually pushed himself off the counter he was leaning on, lazily taking domineering steps towards me.

Every step he took made me restless, my body going through a state of uncontrollable frenzy- every nerve endings widely distributed throughout my system inexorably firing, my physique being submerged into an excitatory state.

"Stop." I croaked, the metallic taste of blood from my chapped lips inebriating my labile senses.

"Why would I stop Maddie? Tell me why." Blake, being the devil incarnate himself who takes pleasure in tormenting the people around him, stopped on his tracks- just a few inches away from me.

His virile scent- risque and spicy at the same time- pervaded my nostrils, further throwing my body into oscillating mania. I hate how I seem to lose control over my chassis whenever he's near- like I'm some explosive device who's about to detonate; we're like oppositely charged atoms being perilously drawn into each other- he's the electron and I'm the proton- the forces pulling us together taking a hold of everything we're made of.

"Just fucking stop Blake." The harshness of my voice surprised both of us and as Blake regained his composure, he boldly crossed the distance between us making me strike him hard in the face.

"Feeling better Maddie? That's it, let go."

The surge of assuagement, of freedom, of  vitality, that came after the rawness of my hand unleashed the concealed maleficence bottled in every pore of my vessels. Its insidious leaking further accelerated by the sight of my fingertips angrily imprinted against Blake's flawless cheeks; I then lost my rationality- my feelings taking over my psyche- and perennially assaulted Blake's lean body, pushing him backwards with the vehemence of my attack.