megalomanic

ii. useless

USELESS.

Kwang-sun believed that most humans were useless, and for no particular reason at all woman, especially.

Toys.

He viewed them as toys.

Therefore, the day when he met Safiya at one of the restaurant's that she worked at, his belief didn't change.

If anything it heightened.

He was appalled, that a woman of her beauty was stuck doing some filthy teenager job.

She could at least be a sugar baby or a housewife. For him she would be the perfect arm candy, everyone would want to gaze upon her beauty, but he wouldn't let them. She'd be his own dirty secret in a sense.

He watched her intensely as she greeted customers sweetly, placed orders and brought people their meals.

She moved around the restaurant in the most elegant of manners. She seemed quiet and reserved, though electric in her own way.

Safiya has been so, busy that she hadn't noticed Kwang-sun's staring, but knew of its existence. She didn't care though, she was used to the staring by now in a way it had become comfortable for her.

After she finished serving her other customers she headed towards Kwang-sun. Instead, of shamefully looking away from her as she headed his way, he kept his eyes locked on her.

Watching her with such a strange look on his face, Safiya's eyes diverted from his gaze as if she was embarrassed.

He smiled to himself at her actions, looking down at the menu as if he was still trying to figure out what he wanted.

Before he knew it she was at his table, the lovely smell of her cocoa butter being the first thing to attack his senses.

His head shot up at the smell enjoying it so, much so, that he unnoticeably moved closer to her as if to drown himself in her scent.

"Hello. I'll be your waitress tonight,"she spoke softly smiling at Kwang-sun sweetly.

He nodded a small smile creeping onto his face, "and your name."He demanded raising his head so, that she was now forced to make eye contact with him.

She shuffled uncomfortably before mumbling "Safiya."

Her words were so, soothing so, charming that Kwang-sun couldn't think of anything else to do, other than stare at her in amazement.

She diverted her eyes from his suddenly feeling an unusual amount of pressure under his gaze.

"Beautiful,"he spoke mainly to himself though Safiya heard him loud and clear.
The words rolled off his tongue venomously making Safiya shiver slightly under his watchful stare.

Safiya gulped fidgeting like a small child nervously,"um...would you like any appetizer tonight,"she shyly spoke pretending to ignore his previous comment.

"You,"he chuckled moving alarmingly close to her.

Safiya grew tense of it only moving back slightly not wanting to cause a scene.

He inhaled her scent so, loudly that customers at the next table turned and looked at the pair oddly.

Safiya jumped back not only scared of this strange man, but annoyed by him as well.

"Okay,"she mumbled to herself turning around and walking away.

He laughed loudly grabbing the attention of the entire restaurant.

Safiya's face hardened and she stopped in her tracks tempted for some strange reason to turn back around.

She didn't however, and that ticked him off.

He decided he'd continue on with his scene until she gave him what he wanted, her attention.

"SO THIS IS HOW YOU PEOPLE TREAT YOUR LOYAL CUSTOMERS,"he cockily remarked pouting slightly in Safiya's direction.

He threw his voice around the restaurant snatching the attention of all those that inhabited the restaurant.

Safiya huffed loudly faking a smile and turning back around to him reluctantly. "Okay, Okay sir, please calm down. You're interrupting the other customers,"she tried hushing him.

He smirked childishly happily noting how close she unknowingly was to him. "I wouldn't have said anything if you had been a good girl." His words slithered down Safiya's spine attacked her sensitive stomach and jagged heart. Safiya back away from him  startled and slightly disgusted by his devilish comment, accidentally bumping into her manager as an affect.

She caught Safiya and helped her to her feet with a confused expression spread over her face. "What's going on here,"she asked mostly to Safiya, however Kwang-sun decided to speak up.

"Your employee was being quite crude just a moment ago,"he whined.

It was in such a manner that it did not seem that he was whining rather politely complaining.

Safiya's threw daggers his way with her eyes, her lips grew tightly together and her fist began to clinch. She bucked at Kwang-sun her manager however, saw through this lie and protected Safiya responsibly. She held her arm in front of Safiya stopping her from getting further involved in his obvious shenanigans.

"I am so sorry for that sir, I will handle the issue and your meal is on the house,"Yannie smiled weakly.

He smirked nodding cockily, fixing his collared shirt and adjusting himself in his seat. He looked at Safiya for a split second laughing at her menacingly.

She bucked at him once again growling at him quite aggressively. He laughed winking at her childishly, Yannie pulled her back once again taking her into the back to calm her down.

"Stop it, Safiya. Stop it, calm down he's not worth it,"Yannie continued.

Never once in his life had Kwang-sun felt useless—well except for when his mother died from lung cancer.

That day he was miserable, that day he fell apart. He didn't quite understand what that disturbing feeling was that made his body ache and shake, but he swore he'd feel it again. It was a controlling, suffocating feeling one that would made him stop dead in his tracks and want nothing more than to feel nothing at all.

Since that day he'd blocked himself from most emotions, unless they benefited him. However, today in this restaurant as he childishly argued with Safiya he felt himself feeling once again.

Feeling without authorization, so much so that it hurt him once she left. In the oddest of way he now felt. Alone. This was in no means an emotion he'd felt before so, in his mind he was once again dying.

He was once again witnessing a sacrificing of a beautiful lamb and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Nothing to say to change the outcome because it had been sent in stone.

He made up his mind that day that Safiya would be his matyr, she'd be what he would gave up to continue on living. She'd be his ruins whether she wanted to be or not.

Because he was lonely, he was broken and he knew the joy of harming the innocent and damning the holy. And enjoyed it in its entirety.

Safiya would be his Jesus and he—Judas.

USELESS.