Expensive Girl

Calamitous

21:51 A.M

A necklace of rope sits tight at your throat, it's cord of corruption entangles you

Damned by the actions of which you promote, you'll soon meet the devil that follows you.  

The boy ran hastily down the hallway, the images of his hanging mother with her stomach and neck slashed open. The sound from the slow trickling of her blood still echoed through his ears. He yanked the hatch open to his 'secret hideout' and sat down softly. His fast huffs for air created small clouds around him, the air-conditioning in this part of the mansion stopped working a few years ago, but his lousy father put no effort fixing it. Heavy footsteps wandered through the halls, it was his father. 

After assassinating his mother first, he would go after the young boy, the only heir that could take away his father's authority. His father and his mother argued in abundance, it would always end up with his mother on the ground and the boy pinned to the wall by his father. The boy quickly brushed his fingers over the bruises that were formed merely two days prior. The footsteps of his father neared quickly, gradually shadowy figures entered the boy's eyesight. Moomaam, that's what he called them. Eerie figures that seemed to consist solely of black threads, their eyes were just empty sockets. It seemed as if they had no mouth, but do not be fooled. Once they're close enough to you they'll whisper your darkest fears into your ears and they will make sure it will be stuck there forever. 

His father's footsteps halted to a stop. The boy clutched his Swiss army knife, that he seized quickly after he found his mother, just to be extra armed when he couldn't outrun the old man. Although he never told anyone about his 'secret hideout'. 

He knew that his father was well aware that his only son was in the tiny space only a thin wall separating him from the claws of death. The old man plastered a sly grin on his face and he reached over to open the hatch, just when he touched the handle the hatch busted open and the young boy jumped forward. 

Then everything went black...

I awoke from one of my recalled memories. I swiftly turned my chair and focused on a glass jar, it measured about 8 inches in height and 7 in length. In the jar there was a neatly placed skull, a human skull to be more precise.

"father" I softly whispered under my breath while still focusing on the skull. I think I should go to my favourite part of town to remove my excessive thoughts. 

I leaned over my desk to press a button on the recorder, "Jackson, bring me to Expensive Girl". 

After some static noises on the other side of the line, someone picked up "yes sir, after we have arrived shall I wait for you?"

I chuckled softly "don't worry Jackson we both know you want to fuck some whores so why not do as you please while we're at the club?"

A low chuckle responded, "Yes sir, I will wait for you at the gate, my choice for today is the Maserati Ghibli." 

"Excellent choice Jackson, I'll see you in a few". 

Before he could respond I already pressed on the 'end call' button. I straightened my suit and went on my way to meet my business partners again.