He grabbed the knife in the kitchen cutlery drawer.
Raising it in the air he slammed it down.
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Cutting the cucumber ,perfectly, he began to stir the mixed vegetables that were browning in the pan.
Chopping the cucumber in smaller peices, he poured them to the bottom of the bowl.
Taking out the baked potatoes from the oven, he placed them in a separate pan with oil. He began sauté-Ing them with mixed spices.
Pouring the browning vegetables in the bowl with the cucumber, drizzling it with oil, he put the potatoes on top. Then walked to the fridge and took out some chicken breast and soy sauce and pesto.
Going back to that used pan, he chopped up the chicken into small pieces and put it straight up on the oil.
His mind began to wonder away from the task.
He contemplated his existence for the umpteenth time.
Who was Jeremiah? The man he continued to dream about, whenever he saw the mans face he would feel flutters in his heart. Especially when he continued to scream the name Jeremiah.
Like he was complete, as he imagined the man, Nala's face would overlap his figure. They had no resemblance yet so much resemblance.
As he thought he could smell something burning, stopping his day dreaming he looked back down into the pan and saw a piece of what looked like a black lump of the unknown. It looked like it belongs in some NASA experiment,
Yet it didn't even look like it could belong from Alien life.
Sighing, he grabbed the pan and went of to the trash disposal Shute.
Pouring out the abandoned alien contents into it.
Looking back at his western inspired dish, he thought of just eating it just like that.
Whatever he thought uncaringly.
Feeling dizzy from all the thoughts, he grabbed his bowl of a concoction he has yet to name.
Taking a seat in front of the TV he barely uses.
Why? Why did you leave me Axcel? Didn't you say you loved me? W-why
The voice cracked into despair and stifled sobs filled the silence, the voice tried to calm down but sobbed even harder.
Do you not love me Axcel ....or do you prefer the name Jeremiah?
"Huh" seeing himself pushed back into reality, he tried to clear his thoughts.
Speaking out loud,
"My name is JACK, I live in Beijing and I am of mixed race"
"Whoever you are, Who lies in my head, I am Jack! Not anyone else!"
He said trying to confront his inner demons.
Dozing of from all the excessive thoughts, he dreamt of lives that he didn't live.
The cries of a young boy, were voiced in his ear lustfully.
"A-Axcel haaah it feels haaaaa goooood" moans and grunts were the sweetest words. When hearing your loved one screaming your name and unable to keep it together, it felt amazing.
"Axcel I-I c-can't hold it! I'm gonna c-cum"
"Go ahead pup, let me fill you with my seed" he said sexily
"Y-yes, y-yes h-harder haaaaaahhhhhh" his screams echoed in the spacious room.
Waking up from that short haven, he felt his meat stick hard and ready to devour someone.
Groaning in agitation, his mind went to that nameless boy in his dream.
Pulling out his hard length, he began imagining him playing with his little nipples, pulling and pinching them, biting his lip hard.
The face in his dream changed, Nala.
Groaning harder, he continued to pump himself. The image of Nala wrapping his tongue around his hard pulsating cock.
Pushing him to his edge, cumming white thick ropes in his mouth, Nala gulping, cleaning his mouth clean of Jack's essence.
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Satisfied, he got up and looked for something to wipe up his cum.
Remembering that the tissues were in the kitchen, he made his way out of his room, one foot in the kitchen. He could hear his ringtone echo in the empty halls.
Pacing back to his room, he grabbed his phone, looking at the ID.
Answering it immediately he began to converse.
"Hey cutie!"
"H-hey Jack Umm c-can I come over?" he muttered nervously
"Well if course but can I ask, what happened?"
"Uhm I uhh will explain when I come over" his voice shaking every second, anxiety and dread filled in every utter of his words.
Understanding something has happened, he didn't question further.
"I'm gonna pick you up, send me your address"
"Uhh it's ok, I'll come by bus"
"What! I can pick you up, you know"
"No r-really I can come"
"You are coming by bus at this time!" Looking at the clock on the kitchen wall, it read eleven thirty-eight.
"I uhhhh"
"I'm picking you up!"
"I ahh ok"
"Address?"
"Umm can you just pick me up from the shop opposite the station"
"Alright, be there in ten"
"See y-you then"
Getting in his car, Jack made his way to the station.
Calling Nala, he mentioned that he was there.
Five minutes later, Nala came with a suitcase in hand.
Not asking any questions, he just drove.
Once they reached home, Jack took the suitcase of Nala and put it away.
He then left to make tea, Nala sat on the sofa, his posture fidgety, and his thumbs twiddling.
Putting the cups on the table, he also sat down and opened his mouth to say words that wouldn't leave his throat.
Mustering up enough reasoning he gently asked;
"Are you ok? Nala"
"I-I I don't even know Jack...
I just-ima mess. I hate the feeling of struggling, the feeling of weakness when I completely resemble the image of just that. I can't stop stuttering or stand
Up for myself when I'm being bullied or....even being able to help the old lady cross the street. I hate this jack! I hate this! I hate me! I just-I don't want to. I just don't want to!"
"Want to what? My dear"
"Live. Live this sad ass life! Being constantly looked down upon! Can't even defend myself from sexual harassment. I'm just-just worthless. Yeah, worthless that's a good word."
"Nala baby, your not worthless! You are person I have ever met in my whole life! The cutest and bravest thing I've ever laid my eyes on, I love how you stutter and blush under those cute glasses when your nervous or when you pout when you don't agree with something! Sexual harassment! If anyone were ever to touch my Nala I would fucking kill them because you're worth it baby. To not just me but to everyone! If I could die I would but only for you! Because I love you"
A/n
Yeah I know it's been almost a month
K to be honest, this chapter has been sitting my documents for quite a while and I just couldn't be assed to edit it.
Also school started and I have why to much shit on my plate so sorry for the late up date.
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