Savage Desire

manipulation

I didn't know if I could get it in me to tell him. Afraid of the response I would get from him.

I don't want to add to his pain. Only God knows how much I want to turn back time so that he doesn't leave me alone on the bed as he did.

But I have to tell him. I can't bear it to see disappointment in his eyes when I tell him but I also can't keep a secret from him.

Who knew that fucker would do such a thing. For once I regret that intimate moment between us before he left.

I feel like throwing up....maybe cleaning myself constantly until I feel clean from his touch.

Fuck it. Why does this always happen. When am finally happy, I just ruin the moment. Guess it just runs in our demon blood.

"Ozra why did you have to leave for that long....you should have stayed" I want to blame him for what he did but then am also equally guilty.

"What do you mean leave?" Am annoyed that he is trying to act as if he is clueless.

I tighten myself around him.  Preparing for him to push me away when he finds out what happened.

"When you left...." I want to just blurt out the words but my throat tightens blocking my words.

"Again kitten...I haven't left since we came into this room. I just stopped because you were crying" he says and I feel the note of sincerity in him. But I know better than to believe he was here.

"Ozra....he...he ...he was" I can't even say it to him. How can I live with it then.

"Who are you talking about Roy, I was here right by your side" he says with a strain in his voice.

I know this is a ticking bomb. It's just a matter of time until he explodes. But it's worth the try. Or is it truly?

"Damon....he-he was here" I finally get it out. Closing my eyes in fear that when I open them all will be gone.

"What do you mean he was here....I was here. I didn't leave" he tries to understand this better.

How the fuck is that even possible. I swear he was right here.

"He was here. I promise Ozra. He was here." I say tears threatening to burst out any minute.

For a moment he seems to be in thought as if trying to make sense of the whole situation.

"That fucker. He used it on you" he says breaking his trance.

Is that supposed to be considered an explanation. Maybe in his kingdom it is. How am I supposed to make a meaning out of that.

Should I ask him. Naaaaaa. He will think am stupid. I should pretend I understand. Yes. That's the plan.

Wait. What if he asks me a question regarding it. I will surely look worse.

"He fucking manipulated your thoughts. " He says saving me the embarrassment.

So that's what he did. Fuck. The nigga is so messed up. I didn't think he was capable of such a thing.

But thinking back to the stories I heard about Ozra. Yep. Definitely runs in the blood.

"Wait. He can do that"I can't help the relieve I feel after I realize that nothing happened between us.

I want to put my hands around his throat and squeeze....

"I want to smell his blood kitten. Watch it drip out of him" Ozra hisses beside me.

But I want to do it.

"Let me do the pleasure my king." I say smiling.

Really....smiling....shouldn't it be smirking. I guess its more evil.

Right now am sure that Ozra sees me as a cute little demon considering the fact that am smiling.

"Really kitten. Am not sure you can growl. You might end up purring" he says in a fit of laughter.

Really. That's what he takes me for. Am strong. This people don't know me.

"Well then my beast...I will purr like the devil I am." Now this is where I smirk evilly. Am beginning to feel more like a demon.

That's when I feel something poking my stomach. Now I wish I didn't look down. I close my eyes trying to drive the thoughts away. Not now. Not when I want to kill that genie.

Now I feel a rush of fear run down my spine. Maybe I shouldn't refer to him as a genie. Just a little soft rat. Yes. That's it.

The nerve Ozra has to get horny at this moment.

"Maybe we should just let it be and deal with our little problem first" Ozra mumbles.

"In your dreams. I want to kill this guy first" I matter as I storm out of the door.

In just five seconds am in front of his door. I want to kill him. Should I knock. Doesn't a murderer knock on the door of their victim.

Or maybe I should have just let Ozra do his job.

Uuurgghhh. Wait. Does Damon have fangs....oh no bad idea Royalty.

Maybe I don't want to kill him anymore.

Am such a cowards.

I turn to walk towards the hallway. Maybe I should grab a knife for an easier kill.

Damon is just a soft....soft rat. Maybe a rat with extra long fangs.

Oohh no. I start to walk away. As fast as I can.

But maybe not fast enough.

"I thought you had the guts to kill me. Am I not a soft rat"

Dang it.