Prologue
I am sitted in my office, elbows pinned on the large mahogany desk. My eyes are transfixed on an image on the screen propped up on my desk. The two girls seem to be writhing under the barrage of ropes holding them down on the large beds. I strain to see if the sparkling effect on their faces are tears, I think they are crying. May be I should be moved.. But then again my heart is so full of bitterness and anger. They should know it's just the beginning of their woes and they've just started to pay for everything they put me through. I press a button and another image comes to the screen, a middle aged woman tied up on a very uncomfortable chair. Her eyes are fixed on a small computer screen, watching the same image I'd been watching a while ago. I can see dried tears on her sombre face. Am amused that she has the capacity to feel. I scoff.
"Hey beautiful, "
Voice. Deep husky voice that always sends goosebumps all over my body. Melts me to the core even. I was so engrossed in the images and all I had in store for them that I didn't hear him come in.
"You're never going to leave me alone, are you? " I answer him slowly.
Gone are the days I used to snap at him. He pays as any other customer would, so even if I dread being near him I still have to. It's all for the money, I keep telling myself. But I know it's much more than just the money.
"No angel, you are stuck with me."
I don't answer him as he walks around my desk and stands behind me, his subtle fingers massaging the nape of my neck. I close my eyes and take in a deep breath, relaxing under the spell of his magic fingers. We are both silent for a while, a companionable silence. Then he speaks bringing me back from my momentary trance, "So have you decided what you're going to do with them? "
I sigh, feeling the weight of this whole situation all at once, "No, not yet. "
"Is there anything I can say to make you let go of this revenge thing? "
"Nope!"
"You never told me what triggered this hatred anyways. You know I care about you right? "
"Uuhm... as a service provider yeah "
He chuckles playfully, then his face takes on a very serious demeanor.
"Kira..Kira.. I do really care about you, and more than just a 'service provider' too. Maybe as a friend or more than one. Tell me about you Kira, I want to know everything about you, the good, the bad and even the ugly. Just for once in your life know that you have a friend in me, a person to whom you really mean a lot. Share your grief with me, tell me your pain, let me help you bear it.... "
"Uhm.. I don't know if I should..."
"Please trust me Kira, I am only just looking out for you. Tell me everything. "
"Mm...okay, let me narrate to you a story that was told to me by my grandmother, of how it all began. I warn you, it's going to be a long, looong..."
"I have all night, after all I have paid in advance, " voice. He whispers warmly into my ear and a shiver courses through my entire body. I inhale sharply as I close my eyes, and grab the edge of the table. At this juncture the story is forgotten. He then swirls the seat around and moves in on me, cupping my face in his large hand. Then he kisses my lips slowly and I am a mess, after all it's been such a long time since he kissed me this way. My body is ablaze with desire and longing, I can't help but hope that he'll go all the way this time. He lifts me up to himself, his lips never once leaving mine. I can feel every inch of his taut body as he presses me to himself. His lips leave my lips and traces a line of kisses across my cheek, down to my neck. I gasp audibly as he nibbles on my neck and my hands fly to his neck, I need the support since my legs are now shaking. Sensing my weakness, he lifts me to himself and I wrap my legs around him. But then he sets me down on the table, and kisses me on the forehead, then he walks to the farthest corner of the room. And stays there....
