Against The Destiny

"Let me go! You got what you wanted then why are you still keeping me here?" A tremble plea barely audible vibrated against the damp stone walls of the room. Tears glistened in her morpho blue eyes widening as they locked onto the abyss of his ash gray gaze cold as a winter stone busy flickering a small golden lighter.

"A little mouse who's got herself into something she can't get out of," A sneer, a cruel little curl of his lip as he took a step closer making her nose wrinkle from the stench of his cigar.

"I can smell fear on you.... It's intoxicating," He paused just to blew a smoke ring that floated around her face, "And no, I haven't got what I want yet," Every gear in his voice grew heavier as he leaned down enough for her to feel his hot breath tickling her cheeks. "The monster in me now knows your scent, your fear, and your... delicious helplessness." He paused just to let his words sink in,

"And trust me, little mouse, this monster won't be satisfied until it has tasted the essence of your very soul that's quivering in fear right now."

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The story is about a ruthless mafia lord who knows the art of playing with fire like a maestro conducting an orchestra of chaos, he is nothing less than the personification of the devil on earth who finds solace in the tears and cries of innocents, will find himself
entangled in a web of his own twisted desires for an insecure fragile flower who was never meant to bloom in the harshness of his world but fate bought them together in such an ironic way that she never thought could ever exist.

[Note: Because English is not my first tongue, there might be grammatical mistakes].