MY KILLER

PROLOGUE

"Kill me" he said.
He was looking at me intently with his light blue eyes. My heart missed a beat and a chill went down my spine. 'What's wrong with me?' I asked myself. I was the one with the dagger pressed to his neck and even though it was dark, I could feel the blood flow down to it and down to my hands. I had to do it, it just required a little push and he would be dead so, why was I hesitating. Why were his eyes so paralyzing. Were his eyes always this beautiful.

"What are you waiting for? Do it". His deep calm voice brought me back to reality and I realized where I was. I was on top of him on his massive bed with a dagger pressed to his neck at the dead of the night. A word from him and I would be beheaded right there in his bed chamber and that would be the last time anyone would hear of me. No one would miss me, for here, I had no friends. But my parents, maybe they would; if they didn't already think I was dead.

"Sahiba." He was still staring at me "you can't do it right?" I was shaking now. Why is it so hard to kill him. Just why. 
He held the dagger with his bare hands and slowly removed it from his neck and out of my hands and threw it to the floor. He stared hard at me as did I and hot tears gathered in my eyes. Then I tried to stand and turn away but he pulled me back and I fell on him.
"I knew you wouldn't do it".

"How could you. You know nothing". My Arabic was  flawless.

"Oh but I do."

"How dare you say that. Who do you think you are?"

"I am your Lord and master," he said and before I could respond, his lips met mine and I began struggling to be let go but he wouldn't bulge. The nerve of the bastard.

He took my tongue in his and caressed it and I bit his tongue. Still, he didn't let go. Slowly and gently, I began to succumb to his kiss and I could hear my own heart beat faster and faster.
'Be still', I told my heart. I'd die if he should ever find out.

Then he stopped and slowly looked at me who was still trying to recover from the kiss of the devil himself. It was then that I saw the effect of my actions. He was bleeding, from his neck and  the side of his mouth. 'So I did cut him with my teeth,' I thought to myself. Suddenly, I was overwhelmed with the feeling of concern and I reached out to him. I recovered from my action too late as he had already taken my hands in his and was looking at me in a way I cannot describe. It was disturbing. I hated it, and loved it at the same time.

"You cannot kill me Sahiba. You feel the same way I do." Those words cut me like a deep sword. I thought I hid it, I thought I was smart, then how did he know. How could he know.

"You flatter yourself. Except it is a feeling of hate, then I do not know what you speak of."

"Tell yourself what you must Sahiba. But I do not coat my words. You are mine and mine alone and I am your Lord. Nothing can change that."

"I belong to no one," I defend myself.

"It is amazing how much power you hold over me. No one has ever spoken to me the way you do and lives long enough to tell the tale."

"Then kill me and rid yourself of this worthless servant."

"I will not, for I derive pleasure from the way you treat me and I always have. And you are aware of that fact and the power you hold over me, power also to kill me but you won't do it. I know that you won't. After all, you still have a home you wish to return to."

"Will you return me if I spare you life?"

"No."

"Then kill me or I'll kill myself."

"I'm the only one that can kill you."

"You have no power over me." He looked at me for a long time and what his next words shock me to my bone marrows.

"I love you Sahiba. And I have reached a state where I cannot do without you. I will not apologize for killing your brothers and sister but I can promise you one thing, I will bring you to visit your parents but only to visit and nothing more, for no longer do you belong to them, you are mine now and I will do with you as I please till I grow weary of you and that I assure you, can only happen when I'm dead. The earlier you adjust to this system, the better off you would be." I was still stunned when he pulled himself away from me and went to the other end of the bed and sits up on that end.
"You may leave."

I heard the distress in his voice as I slowly stood up and walk away from his bed towards the giant wooden door, opened it gently and took one last look at him before shutting the door.

I did not take the dagger with me, I knew I would not be needing it anymore.
I will have to come up with another plan to kill the bastard, I thought to myself as I walked down the hall way and headed to my chambers. In my mind, I struck it out as the 90th assassination attempt. I wondered if I could keep up, if my heart could keep up.