Page 31 of Wanted
I inhaled, and they stopped talking like I was a little kid taking its first step.
“I thought we were both in a bad place, but you… I don’t even know what to say,” I blurted out. “I thought I knew how fucked up the world could be.”
“Baby, you grew up in a secluded country. Of course, there are things that you’ve missed about our world,” Alex said. His arm was wrapped around me. His fingers were trailing my upper arm.
“Unfortunately.”
“I want to help you,” I offered. Alex’s closeness soothed my inner turmoil. I needed them both. Fylox was the unknown, sharp and un-fuck-with-able, and Alex played the game by his own rules, treating me with care. “If there’s anything I can do, please, don’t hesitate to tell me. I understand what you’ve been through.”
“Don’t talk about it, and we’ll be fine.”
“I don’t want to be fine,” I insisted. Alex kissed the top of my head, and I felt tingly. I wasn’t wearing a bra. I never did when we weren’t training, and we hadn’t trained in a month. So when my nipples reacted, my thin t-shirt betrayed me.
“I’m fine now. The rift that I caused bothered me, and I wanted everything to go back to normal. If we push it any further, I can’t promise that I’ll remain calm,” Fylox warned me.
“He’s right. One step at a time,” Alex agreed.
Fucking Katantia. I missed it. I missed the freedoms I had. I didn’t miss fucking Aram. I wanted my house back, my plants. I yearned for my brother or brothers. Aris had started to become more tolerable as we got closer to my wedding. I closed my eyes, and I imagined myself on top of the palace, observing the beauty of my country, and I felt close to tears. My brothers and I had so much power, and we wasted it to play Aram’s puppets. I sniveled.
“Why? WHY, ARAM? Why are you doing this? You’re a monster. I can’t believe I ever even paid attention to you! Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? How do you sleep at night?”
“I sleep very well, buried in either your sloppy pussy or some whore’s hole.”
“I’m going to leave you.”
“No, you won’t.”
“I WILL!”
“Over my dead body, bitch. I do what’s best for my country. I don’t have to apologize to you. And you ignored me. I made you notice me, and then I tore the condom up to get you pregnant. Three fucking times. I’d do it again, but you went and tore out your pussy!”
“I’d sterilize myself all over again!”
“Hey, now. Don’t cry,” Alex whispered, his thumb trailing my skin. I shook hard, but the boys didn’t point it out.
“If we were in Katantia, we could be together, you know,” I said, knowing that these two didn’t know what to do with my explicit language. Expressing honest thoughts, as sexual as they were, was a taboo practice in this country. I owned my desires. I’d always owned them. My body had been a man’s object all my life, but my desires were mine. I knew what I liked and what I despised. Nobody could take that away from me.
“We are together right now,” Fylox pointed out.
“Stop it. You’re not silly, Fylox. You know what I mean.”
He sighed. “Unfortunately, I do.”
“I can fuck her while you watch.”
“Address me when you’re discussing what you want to do with my body. I’m a new and improved version of myself. No more of that pussy shit.”You’re weak, cunt. Stitches in your ass for what? Because a dick fucked you? What type of a Katantian are you?
Fylox rolled his eyes.
“If he’s allowed to say a curse word, then I am, too,” I uttered in my defense. “Equal rights and all. Isn’t that what all of you people preach?”
“Your smart mouth. I don’t know what we’re going to do with it,” Alex responded, and there was something heavy in his voice. The lightness of his smile was gone.
I removed myself from Alex’s hold. “I accept the challenge.”
“Baby, stop.”
“No. I accept the challenge. Anything you can think of putting me through, I’ll laugh and express my gratitude at the end. You don’t know what I can endure.”So pathetic. I told you to train your ass. Dumb cunt.
