ZEHISHA: His Deviant Seductress

"W-why ?" The word tumbled out of my mouth before I could even stop it.

Tears pooled in my eyes.

"Leave Zehisha, get out ." He spoke levelling his icy glare on me.

I shook my head, stepping forward, I said yet again the same pathetic word "wh-y ?"

He sighed, his grey eyes settled on me. He stepped forward.

I didn't step back, I won't. I need answers.

"We are done here Zehisha, the deal is over, now get out." Deal ?

Deal ?

Deal ?. Yeah deal, the deal we made before coming to this point, the deal to burn the monsters of our past.

Yeah the deal, but was I a deal ?

Tears fell from my eyes, displaying every ounce of weakness I tried to hide in my composure.

"Rahaan was i- were we just a deal to you ?" I spoke hoping to hear anything but a yes, hoping to see his facade break, hoping to cling into his arms.

"Yes." He spoke not displaying an ounce of emotion.

Yet I stepped forward, yet I longed to be held by him, to be consoled by him, to be cared by him.

Yet My pathetic soul yearns for him.

I put no effort on hiding that this hurts me, he knows it too rather of hiding me in his arms, he is standing there, so far, so away.

"No" my voice broke, he sighed.

I am so pathetic, crying for a man's solace who is breaking me in the first place.

"P-please" I shook my head unable to get myself to just leave.

He just tsked, rubbing his forehead, he pointed his pistol at me.

I didn't flinch, I trust him.

"Out. Zehisha. " He spoke with no remorse, no emotions. No hesitation of pointing that fucking gun at me.

He is barely speaking yet breaking me with every word that comes out of his mouth.

*Gunshot*

The only sound my ear could comprehend was my own gasp, tears pooled in my eyes, my vision blurred. I pressed the wound on my abdomen, and my fingers were covered in crimson.

Did I love him so much to get broken by him ? To get shot by him ?

My knees felt weak, and I collapsed, my breathing ragged, my mind foggy, my vision spotted and yet I crave him.