MY KILLER

CHAPTER 16

I was on and off, awake and asleep, conscious and unconscious. I could hear the sounds, feel the movement and the sudden quiet as well.

I felt it also, a strong arm holding unto me and adjusting me when it'd feel like I was falling. I could smell the harsh manly cologne. I had no idea what brand it was, but I knew it would be an expensive one. One that would eradicate poverty from my country forever.

I heard his breathing. It was steady, yet uneasy. There was something uneasy about it. And I could feel the beating of his heart.
It was racing.

When I opened my eyes, I was in some sort of sports car, the air conditioning was so cool and the car freshener smelled so nice. I turned my eyes to the drivers seat and saw him. A man who looked like he was in his late twenties. A man, a real man, a deadly handsome man drove the car in full speed.
And I drifted off to sleep again.

I opened my eyes again, I was out of the car, in his arms. He was running and suddenly, someone called his name, the voice was so familiar and it sent chills down my spine and boiled my blood. Only one man was capable of raising such emotions in me.
It was the bastard, the Sultan.

They were talking, something about a certain Kaimara.
Who was that, I thought to myself.
I didn't care.
I drifted off again.

I opened my eyes again and I was been rushed somewhere. It looked and smelled like a hospital. I wondered which hospital I was in. I didn't know there was a hospital in the palace. Then again, I didn't know many things, including the location of the mosque from the Stables.
Curse Muizzat.
Curse Mariam and her goons.
I drifted off again.

This time, colognes where clashing. I could smell it. It was like they were fighting for the most powerful scent. It was making me dizzy but I opened my eyes still and the first thing I saw was the gold painted ceiling. I heard voices and turned to my left. I saw him. The man I had promised to make mine to get back at Muizzat. He was saying something, something about a Kaimara not finding out about their presence. He was sitting on my bed. And he saw me and smiled.

"She's awake again," someone said. "We should get the doctor. She sure is a stubborn one to make fall asleep." And I turned to my right, to see the person behind the familiar voice.
It was the bastard again. He was seated on a chair very close to my bed. And my blood began to boil again.
I was sick, I was angry.

I turned to my right hand and saw a syringe injected to my hand and connected to a stand. I was on drip.
This was my chance.

I sat up immediately and went forward, took out the syringe from my hand, injected him with it and went ahead to tie the tubing round his neck. He shouted and Asad came to his rescue.
There was panic everywhere, and I was the cause.

"Give that lunatic a strong medicine and make her sleep for as long as possible," He commanded.

A doctor quickly came over and injected me in my left hand as Asad held me down with his powerful hands.
It wasn't long before I started drifting off to sleep again.
I remembered my family and a felt tears dropped from my eyes.

And I heard him, "She must really want your life, seeing as she attacked you on her sick bed."

"She wants me dead. I understand, it's our little game."

"It's not about the game you know. She hates you and you know it." I saw them looking at me, saw a nurse on hijab tending to the Sultan and off I went to sleep.

This time around, I didn't wake for a long time.
In my sleep, I struck it out as my second attempt. I sure had a long way to go.

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He took her in his arms and walked away. It had been so long since he had been that angry. How could those mere slaves give her such a cruel punishment, how could three people hit her at once and still count it as one. It wasn't like they were his brother, even his brother would not reduce such a fragile, little girl to such intense suffering. Or not.
He had probably done worst to her.
Still, he was mad. And he didn't understand why he was so angry, for a girl he had just become acquainted with.