Page 35 of Be My Sinner

The Forsaker

Zeke

I’mfuckingannoyed.No, that’s an understatement; I’m fucking livid, and ready to light a whole bunch of shit on fire. It’s been six days since that shitshow of a meeting with my father. Six days since I called to make arrangements to see Dinah at the location she has been a captive under guard since she was fifteen years old.

At first, my calls went nowhere. I called, and it rang over and over, and no one answered, despite the fact that she is confined to her fucking home and should be there. Then, when finally that asshole of a guard answered, he told me that she was indisposed and not receiving visitors, like she had a fucking choice in the matter. The next time I called, she was having a manic episode and was trying to hurt herself. In fact, every time I call to advise them of my coming visit, I get an excuse.

I’m not stupid.This bastard doesn’t want me anywhere near her. He forgets that I watched him sweep her up in his arms, like some kind of gallant white knight, and take her away from us. He either hopes and prays that I’ll be dissuaded from marrying her by feeding me these little tidbits about her behavior, or too frightened to do so.I won’t.I don’t have any real choice in the matter, and neither does she.

If that wasn’t enough irritation on my plate, another founding family was found brutally murdered not too far from the capital that we live in. The message left was inciting panic and rage amongst the Brotherhood. There have been nonstop meetings and calls to arms, ever since the Kingston family was discovered.

This‘Unholy Ghost’is now not only a menace; he’s a serial killer with a penchant for torturing his victims to death. This time, he didn’t even spare the Sacred Wife. His body count is over twenty now, with still no way to stop him in sight. To say the members of the Brotherhood are now afraid of what lurks in the shadows is an understatement.

Add Abraham killing another‘Gift’and one of our maids in a fit of rage and intoxication, and you can see how my week is going, and why I am almost at the end of my patience. My head is pounding with a headache that won’t cease. The throbbing is making my blood pressure rise, nausea to roll around in my stomach, and my temper to become easily inflamed.

I’ve already shouted at half my staff, and punched one of the pansy-ass guards my father has following me around like a goddamn shadow. Then I started a fight with Abe, who is now up in his room sulking like a little bitch.

FUCK!I just need a moment of peace. Just one goddamn second with no hysteria. With no one calling me, no one demanding anything of me, and just leaving me alone.Is that too much to ask for?

It’s past midnight, and the air is on the cooler side as I walk through the freshly landscaped garden behind our house. I can see the various armed patrols walking the grounds at a distance. By order of our fathers, we now have to have a team of guards patrolling at all hours, on the lookout for this‘Unholy Ghost’.

This guy is starting to get on my nerves and cramp my style. I didn’t really care before who he was out there killing, because Abe and I can barely stand most of the other families and their superior righteousness. Now, however, I am personally being affected. I am now a walking prisoner—an insect behind a glass case, every one of my movements surveyed and tracked.

That now makes him enemy number one for me and Abe. Leaving me that psychotic message in blood while I slept, taunting me, and then blowing up Abe’s car while we stood there like two lame ducks. Naw, that shit is fucked up. This guy needs to be taught a lesson at the end of my sharp blade.

I walk down towards the thick treed cliffs that jut out of the end of our property. The sound of the rushing water below calls to me and encourages my path in its direction. The smell of clean ocean water, salt, and nature, helps to soothe some of my building rage. When we first hit the age of majority at eighteen, we were gifted this house that once belonged to my mother’s family. I was so excited to be out from under my father’s controlling thumb, that I took all the privilege and beauty surrounding us out here for granted.

Now, I wonder how long I’ll get to stay here once I marry Dinah. Will we be able to return here? It’s not really a house meant to raise a family, more like an expensive and spacious bachelor pad. A place to have wild parties, raging orgies, and be out of the prying eyes of the populace. Will she want to live in the city after being kept in quiet seclusion all this time?Does it really matter what she wants? She is nothing. A beautiful sex toy for you to use, fill with your cum, and breed.

I drag my hand through my thick hair, pulling on the strands. What the fuck am I going to do about Abraham when I marry Dinah? My father says it’s entirely out of the question for him to continue to live with me once I’m married. That his own turd of a father is actively searching for a proper match, so they can marry him off as soon as possible.

Two huge fucking problems with those scenarios.

One, I can’t live without him. In fact, I refuse to live without seeing him daily and having him close to me. The second problem is that he most likely will kill whoever the poor unfortunate cunt is who ends up forced to marry him, if he’s left unchecked. His need for perverse violence, degradation, and pain, won’t be able to contain itself if I am not there to pull him back from the edge. It’s not like the bitches of our world know how to fight back. The asshole will be a widower before the honeymoon is even over.

A huge sigh leaves me at that thought. I’m exhausted; all this shit is like a ten-ton truck sitting on my shoulders. Not even fucking Abe’s ass, or forcing my cock down one of the maids’ throats, has helped to ease any of my tension. So much shit is happening at once, and all of it seems out of my control. My fists tighten with the thought of my lack of control. How I long to set fire to this whole world for trying to take it from me.

My feet meet the cliff’s edge, the sound louder now that I am closer. The water moves quickly and harshly below me, looking like dark liquid ink. The smell of brine fills my nostrils, along with the scent of damp earth and pine needles. I take a deep breath, holding it inside my chest before releasing it in a guttural groan.

My eyes move over the dark, foreboding waves, wondering if there is anywhere I can escape to with Abe, and rid ourselves of the obligations of the Brotherhood. Somewhere, I could be free to show him how much he means to me, without the constant worry of being put to death for my emotions and desires.

I hate this fucking world that we live in. I hate that I have to hide my feelings for him, because a bunch of malignant old men don’t understand that it’s completely normal, an inherent part of nature, and not something they can dictate or corrupt, with words from a God I don’t honestly believe in.

They twist and misshape the words of a benevolent higher power for their own needs. Using them to incite hate and fear, which makes me rage inside. There is no being out there watching and passing judgment. No God would deem the affection and love between Abraham and myself evil.

The true evil is man.They defile everything around them. How many times must the world burn and rise again from its ashes, before they understand? How many more will suffer before this world is finally free?Too many…my mind answers.We will be long gone before that happens.

All these melancholy thoughts soar through my mind, causing me to be morose, angry, and stressed about what will happen next. I shove my hands deep in my pockets with frustration and survey my small piece of paradise. The one that soon I will lose, along with my sense of self.

A slight sound comes from the left side of the wooded area surrounding the cliffs. I’m not even sure I actually heard anything, as I tip my head and scan that direction. Maybe it was a small animal chasing its dinner in the middle of the night? How free it must feel to hunt its prey without judgment and consequences.

The night air blows across my face, caressing my skin with its coolness. My ears perk up as my body stills, and I hear a twig snapping on the ground twenty feet from me. Nothing moves, not even a branch, as I strain to listen to any telltale sounds of someone walking this way. I wouldn’t put it past one of the guards to be sneaking up and watching me. Hoping to catch me doing something that they can then report back to my father, and earn them some favor.All of them are maggots.

My skin prickles with the sensation of eyes on me. Unease races up my spine. This doesn’t feel like just one of the useless guards anymore. Someone is stalking me in the trees like a panther hunting its prey, and using the darkness, and the thick foliage, to disguise their exact location.

I still my body while slowly allowing my eyes to trail across the landscape. My heart rate has sped up, my breathing is harsher, and sweat is starting to trickle down the back of my neck. A sense of foreboding invades my body, making each muscle lock up tightly.

I barely hear the swooshing sound of something sailing through the air towards me. My heightened reflexes save my life as I duck down, crouching as a large silver blade embeds in a tree trunk directly in front of me, where my head would have just been seconds ago. The harsh thunk of the sharp point digging into the tree has my heart rate skyrocketing, until I can barely drag a breath inside my lungs. Adrenaline floods me, and makes all my senses go on alert to protect myself from whoever is hunting me.

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