[1] ALEXA, and her hell ✓ [Editing]

Kiss Of Death ✓

Starset — Ricochet
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"the fear of death follows from the fear of life, a man who lives fully, is prepared to die at any time."—Unknown
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The 10th of April, Year 2019.

     Over the past five days, Anissa must've convinced herself that it'd be okay. Always so ignorant to what she should and should not be doing.

     'Stupid.'

     Alessia is sitting along the corridor of the second floor, when the front door bursts from its hinges. She flinches, falling flat with her eyes boring through the wooden railing. Anissa, who's in the kitchen, jumps and drops a pot cover she was washing. The ringing noise catches the attention of all the men filing into the living room and they walk by the stairs, heading for their prey like animals in their natural habitat.

     The man of the pack falls into a relaxed stance, eying Anissa from head to toe. She only wears pajama shorts that barely covers her ass and a tube top. Sebastian licks his lips unconsciously.

     He says, glancing at his Rolex watch, "It's twelve o'clock, declaring the end of the fifth day. Where's my money, puta?" During that line, he must've drawn closer to her. Anissa is trapped against the counter and she gulps down a bile that had risen in her throat. "Where is it, mujer?!" He seethes, not wanting her to just stand there looking pretty, but to give him an answer.

     "I don't know!" She squeals like a pig on the loose, trembling all over, "I-I don't have it. I thought you were joking," her voice lowers as if she knows what she's saying are the words of an idiot, "s-since you tapped my ass on my way out."

     That is most definitely not the answer Sebastian wants.

     His eyes fall from hers to her lips, then back up. Her cluelessness is something he was always fond of. It sets him off his rocker in quite the funny way. However, this time, he forgot to laugh. He's too busy thinking about his money to give a shit about weird feelings.

     The rest of the squad that moves with him, which is only a small portion of his gang, are all too lax to know what the eyes of a person say. None of them saw his previous behaviour around Anissa as odd and simply went with it. Now, he's supposedly back to normal, and they still go with the flow like ditzy airheads.

     Sebastian steps impossibly close to Anissa and her back presses painfully into the cold, tiled edge of the counter.

     He grunts, "I tapped your ass because it's fine, but I was completely serious. You know I'm always serious, don't bullshit me."

     Her eyes are jittery. She's definitely scared for her life. The look in his eyes are feral as usual and, with all the men in the kitchen, there is no escape.

     'She was right.' Alessia thinks, 'She's going to die '

     "I take it that you really are a broke bitch that was sleazing off my cash." He states quietly, which causes her to gasp, shaking her head furiously.

     She tries to tell him their relationship was genuine, but fumbles over her words. "I–that's–you're wrong! A lie! That's a lie...! I loved you—! I still fucking love—!"

     "Shh," he quickly places a finger to her wobbling lips, tutting, "I'll never understand what that is." Sebastian slinks closer to her face. His tall frame hovers over hers. "But, let me tell you something I like about you." He begins by skimming a hand over the flesh of her exposed pudgy tummy. "I like your body and how you react to my touch. Trust me, you're a good fuck, even with that fat, bouncy ass. Your dumbness was crazy funny too, but that's it. Everything was purely physical. You know I don't feel things like that, amor. Why do you do this to yourself?"

     A shiver runs down her spine at the air-like feeling of his fingers. Even in this situation she wants him. At the same time, she questions her own heart, 'Why him?' It's too late anyway. Death is but a mere inch away.

     "I also, very much, like the taste of your lips." he adds softly, before he dips and kisses her; left hand entwining with her hair roughly to keep her head in place.

     She kisses him back, feverishly too, grasping the crisp collar of his shirt.

     He pulls away to state, "Too bad, I like my money more."

     It's expected when she feels the cold barrel of his gun digging into her temple. In her last attempt to express her sincere love, she touches the left side of his chest.

     Alessia cringes, preparing for the sound of the bullet leaving its chamber.

     The gun cocks and the trigger is pulled.

     Sebastian must've shot himself as well, because he winces when the bullet leaves through the other side of her skull and pierces the tiled kitchen wall. He's suddenly ridden with angst and his heart palpitates loudly in his ears.

     He drops his arm with the gun, releasing a heavy breath. 'Why was that so tiring?'

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