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Chapter 56: Ironic Life

Sheer Blackett

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"Phil, what--" he winced for a moment and kept quiet before recalling his memories.

He appears to be contemplating something but decided to ask anyway.

"Why am I tied up?"

It doesn't sound like what he has in mind.

I shrugged.

"I don't know, Maxwell. Ask yourself first before asking me. Why did I tie you up? Hmm, weird." I replied, playing with his knife with my left hand.

His eyes widened before asking.

"Who are you?"

I smiled.

"That's not good enough, Max. It's not even worth answering. You know full well what my name is."

I kept munching on chips as I watched him watch me play with his weapon.

"What are you, Philia?"

This time, I smiled wider.

"Now you're asking the  good ones."

I placed his knife on my lap but I didn't stop eating.

"Clearly you don't know me at all considering you kept tabs on me for years."

He winced when he creased his forehead at me.

I leaned in like he did a while ago and smirked.

"The thing is, you're good. I didn't even notice your bloodlust until I got a good look siting in that chair. Imagine, a year of dating and seven months of marriage and I never really knew you. How ironic is life?" I laughed maniacally but then stopped and looked him dead in the eye.

"The problem is you really didn't know me like you thought you did."

With a twist of my arm, I stabbed his knife on his thigh. It took seconds before his body reacted and he screamed in pain. The scream sounded music to my ears that I sat back to watch him as he got used to the pain.

"Who are you, Philia?" He rasped, pain evident on his face.

"Me? Sounds like you're starting to get serious, hubby." My chips ran out so I tossed the empty bag to the side, patting my sundress.

"The code name given to me is Sheer Blackett, AKA Twilight Grime. The contamination of light. Ring any bells?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

His eyes widened more as realisation crossed his face.

"You're-- from the British Mafia..."

I smiled.

"Looks like my killer did his homework." I laughed slightly before giving him a deathly smile.

"You shouldn't have messed with me in the first place, Maxwell. You were doing good but you are stupid enough not to dig into me more. You didn't even check if there was a blade on me before you tied me up. Then again, binding me wouldn't stop me anyway."

I traced my fingers from his upper arms, making him flinch, down to his stomach and on his injured thigh. I wrapped my fingers on the knife's handle and pulled it out, slowly as if I was savouring the feel of the blade in his flesh. He sure wasn't pleased.

"Don't get me wrong, Max. I love you and all but I never did trust you enough."

I grabbed onto his face and pushed my lips on his. He wasn't responding so squeezed his wounded thigh with my other hand and he whined in pain, opening his mouth for my entrance.