Challenging a Cold Heart

Chapter 9: Inci

Luc's POV

I looked at Vincent's trembling body after pinning him down to the steel bed. I wasn't very sure myself about whether I really wanted to castrate Vincent or not at first but I let things work out as it would naturally. In the end, Vincent's determination to avert me from my plans won. I must say I like a good challenge where my opponent has the guts to face me. I don't know if it was all an act but Vincent surely was doing it well. He knew how to play around with me. When he knew there was no way out, he started crying. He probably knew how much I hated seeing tears. I am unaffected by tears of someone I deem as an enemy. But strangely it appears my heart doesn't completely deem Vincent as an enemy. I never go against my instincts and I consider myself to be quite good at telling truth from lies.

When Vincent talks, I instinctively feel that he talks from his heart without any deceit. That takes me aback every time. In Vincent's case, every encounter leaves my heart warring with logic and preconceptions. I couldn't decide what I wanted to do to him. On one hand I wanted to hurt him so badly that he would want to kill himself even if he survives the 30 days with me. But on the other hand, every time I see his innocent looking grass green eyes, my resolve falters and I am reminded of how precious he was to me at one point in my life. I try to suppress those memories and do what I intend to do to him but it was difficult because Vincent was determined to not take whatever I was ready to dish out to him either.

He keeps reminding me of the time he was precious to me. He intentionally creates suspicion over a situation where no suspicion was necessary. Vincent betrayed me and I am sure of it. He betrayed me and made a run for it. After several years of hiding, he had found me again for a purpose. He wants something and he is definitely hiding something from me. I want to end his chapter as soon as possible but I am weak to seeing fear and pleading in his eyes. I am not sure how I could overcome that weakness but I bet he must be internally gloating over the fact that he was still able to deter me from harming him despite all he had done to me.

While I had been pre-occupied with thinking over what I should do, he had curled to a side. The sight strangely brought mixed emotions. I found that I didn't enjoy cornering him to a level where he is truly fearful of me. Clenching my teeth, I jerked his shoulder violently to face me. I was surprised to see he had fallen asleep. I blinked at that, seeing the trail of wet tears on his face. Conflicted feelings rose in my heart as I looked at him. There was a point in time where I would have killed anyone who made him cry. Even then though, I tended to be the person who usually made him cry. During those times, I've always felt a tremendous amount of guilt for the tears he shed because of me. Also, as a trained dominant, it was instinctive to care for a person whom I've reduced to tears or heal a person whom I break into pieces. So, I told myself it was just natural to wipe away his tears and take him back to my home for him to rest. Tucking him in carefully into the bedding I laid out for him, I took some time to study him. He looked tired and malnourished. It didn't look like something that had happened in just two days. He looked like he had been suffering for a while now.

I wondered why I even cared about that. I guess even slaughterhouses feed their cows and chickens to fatten them up before going for the kill. I would do the same. I still have time to enact my revenge on him. He cannot escape what I intend for him forever. The thirty day bet was already reduced. I took a piece of paper and wrote 30 days on it and then thought over how many days would be reduced from it due to Vincent failing his first date. He didn't let me do what I wanted and also he talked too much. So he failed twice. It would be fair to say that he should lose between two to five days. I settled for three days. That still left him 27 more days. I kept that paper on the table beside the sofa and wrote Vincent's name on the top of it. I will make sure he sees it in the morning. 27 days wasn't long. If Vincent was tenacious, he could hold out for 27 days the way he did tonight. But after that was a sure death and that was one he couldn't escape. He couldn't count on me to falter then. I am nothing but a man of my word and no matter what I think about the situation, I've become used to ignoring my feelings when implementing the promises I make.