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I push myself further into the wall to escape his dominating aura, but the attempt is a pathetic one at that. Never taking his eyes off of mine, he crouches down next to me, until his lips are a mere whisper away from mine. The feel of his hot breath mixing with my own is enough to cause my heart to flutter in fear.
My head starts to swim, from the blood running down my arm or his intoxicating presence, I’m not sure. Either way, I can’t help how fucking screwed I feel. Keeping my cold green eyes locked on his soulless browns, I take as deep of a breath as I can, causing my own lips to skim his in the process. I gasp at the split second of contact and he grins.
Breaking eye contact with me, Vincent moves his lips to my ear, running his tongue along the shell while whispering, “Let me tell you a secret baby doll. Taking a blade to your body doesn’t solve a single fucking thing other than marking your skin in your pathetic attempts to feel better. You think it takes everything else away, but it doesn’t. It merely masks it. You have a pathetic excuse of a life. Just fucking own it, because there is nothing you can do that will make you feel better.”
The second the last word leaves his mouth, his words crawling over my skin, my brain finally registers what he said. I only met this motherfucker a few hours ago and he’s already telling me shit about myself and my own damn life...I don’t think so.
I quickly rear to the side and smack my head against the side of his, causing him to stumble backwards. With rage boiling through my bloodstream, I scream at him. “As if you have any fucking right to tell me anything about my own body! My decisions for doing what I do are of no fucking concern to—” My words are cut off because before I can even finish, everything goes black.
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Vincent
I’m honestly shocked,which doesn’t happen often anymore. I’ve seen and dealt with a lot in my line of work. I’m not a big player in the drug business, I just happen to know people who know people—keeping my life on a pretty low scale—but enough to keep me more than comfortable. I used to do a lot of dirty work. Such as tracking people down to get their money, running the streets, et cetera.
Now I’ve earned my place at the top, but choose to stay hidden in the shadows. I mostly do my boss’s dirty work, but to earn quick, easy cash on the side, I sell to people where and when I want, which entails mainly parties. Those always get me the big bucks around here. When I do decide to hit them up, I always make my rounds at the ones the rich kids are throwing. Stupid ass rich kids love throwing away their money on blow.
Then there are people like Essa’s parents. The ones who keep coming back time and time again—the true fucking addicts. Those are the worst to sell to, but the most profitable because of their desperation. Or at least they are supposed to be, but of course I got pieces of shit ones who continuously blow off their payments until it gets to the point of pay or be killed.
Which happens to be my favorite part if I am being honest, but I haven’t had the opportunity in a long while and my body is itching for it. So when it came to the point of getting rid of dumb and dumber, I was more than willing—until they threw a curveball at me. By the name of Essa Jaymes Monroe.
The words “not a fucking chance” were resting on the tip of my tongue, but I don’t know what happened. I remembered how utterly bored I have been in every aspect of my life and how fun a slave would be right now. But not just my typical willing slave which I could go pick up right this second. I wanted someone who was truly unwilling. I wanted a challenge. I wanted someone to entertain me andthatsounded like a good fucking time. So before I thought much more about it, the words “why not” spilled from my lips, solidifying the situation.
Now though, I’m regretting the unwilling part just a smidge. That little bitch headbutting me as she was bleeding on my bathroom floor sure as hell surprised me.
I bring my hand to the side of my head and rub at the lump now forming. Fucker is throbbing and it’s pissing me off even more. I stare at her in irritation as I watch her sleep. I’m sitting in the chair in the corner of what is now her bedroom, waiting for her to wake up so I can show her what happens when she throws her ass around.
After she headbutted me, I shoved her away from me and her head smacked against the side of the toilet, knocking her out. I didn’t mean for that to happen, but it’s not like she didn’t fucking deserve it. I took a cloth, cleaned her up and carried her to the bed, deciding to let her sleep for a bit. She’s going to need some of her strength for what I am about to put her through.
I chuckle sarcastically as I think about her little fiasco in the bathroom. I wasn’t even irritated about having to clean it up. It’s too amusing to me. Little bitch cuts herself to feel better like she has the slightest fucking clue as to what real pain ensues. I remember doing the same thing at her age, but it never fucking works.
I can show her what does.
I rise from the chair and leave the room. I slowly close the door behind me, careful not to wake her. I don’t want her awake until I get back.
Turning to the right, I make my way down the long hallway to my room. I close the door behind me and walk over to my dresser. Opening the top drawer, a million different ideas come to me all at once. I rummage around, looking for specific things to take to her room.
I decide to grab the rope, my whip and a fucking ball gag to shut her mouth because as hot as her attitude gets me, it is really starting to get on my nerves. I’m not used to any kind of disrespect, especially coming from my playthings. I realize the irony at being pissed off at her blatant disrespect because it’s exactly what I wanted. I didn’t anticipate how fuckingexasperatingit would be.
My heart rate kicks up and my dick pushes against my zipper in anticipation of what's to come.
Let the fun begin.
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Essa
Throbbing.That’s all I feel as I peel my eyes open, struggling because of the pain in my head screaming at me to keep them shut. Once I manage to open them after blinking a few times to help clear my vision, I realize I’m lying down which is different from the last memory I have.
I shoot myself into a sitting position when I realize I’m lying on a bed and not the hard bathroom floor like expected, but vertigo hits me hard. My head swims and throbs a thousand times worse than before, causing tears to leak from my eyes.
That motherfucker. My head has never felt this terrible before. I rub my fingers in circles over my temples, trying to ease the ache, but it’s not helping like I’d hoped it would.
I look out the window, well, would it be called a window or a wall since the entire wall in here is made of glass as well? Either way, it’s dark outside, probably late into the night, though I’m not sure the exact time because I wasfucking knocked out.
I stare into the wooded area and even though it creeps me out, I can appreciate how peaceful it is being in the middle of nowhere. There are no lights from the city to pollute the sky so you can see every star in the abyss of inky black. There is not a cloud in sight, just millions of tiny balls of gas. In fact, this night looks similar to the night I realized the truth—I’m all alone.
I used to love stars when I was a kid. Almost every night, starting when I was six, I would go outside after my parents would leave to the neighbors down the road, and sit, staring at the sky. I remember hearing one time how you could wish on stars and they would come true. At six years old, I thought it was the coolest thing in the world, exactly what Holley and I needed. So, every night I sat outside, staring at the sky, making one wish over and over again.
