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Destrõy Me - Episode 65 & 66
(Her•Heartless•Monster)
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"Now... this is what I'm talking about" Aimee breathed out, pulling Isobel up from the bed.
The young girl staggered.
Isobel frowned in confusion, and Tamlin pushed his wheelchair to their side.
"Tammy!" Isobel gasped, rushing to him. Her eyes popped when she saw his new condition.
"Why are you on the wheel?" she knelt in front of him, staring at his legs before looking up at his teary face.
"Adios" Aimee said, walking out of the room without any care.
"And who's she? What year are we? I thought I died, your mother pushed me into the well" Isobel asked in a rush.
Tamlin's eyes shadowed. "My...my mother?"
"Yes! I can remember I couldn't sleep that night, so I came out to take a stroll. I sat beside the well to rest after sometime, and that was when she came, she pushed me! Believe me!" Isobel said, and Tamlin scoffed.
His throat bobbed as he tried to control another round of tear that's threatening to fall from his eyes.
"Tammy?" Isobel called, and he sniffled.
"So...all these while, it was my stepmother" he faced the ceiling painfully.
Isobel moved closer to him and hugged him, patting his back.
"I am going to annihilate her" Tamlin muttered, and Isobel nodded, though her mind is not here at all.
All she could think of is Slade.
Where is he?
Does he still keep long hair?
She definitely can't wait to set eyes on him.
She misses him, and if this is truly her second chance at living, then there's no reason to lie to Tamlin anymore.
She'd tell Tamlin her mind and confess her feelings to Slade for real.
*
INFIRMARY*
"So...the dude exploded after saying their boss name, and he also mentioned that they made a blood oath. No matter how much I think about it, there's only one person in mind..." Uriel said.
"If you're thinking about Greg, then scratch it, he already used every ounce of power he had to produce the infinity rings, so he's currently powerless. Why do you think he couldn't make a real ring for Tamlin? It's not because he doesn't want to make it but because he doesn't have the power, and why do you think Slade cut his arm without stress? He couldn't even hack well into Slade's mind. That man is useless. All he makes now is herbal medicines" Elijah said.
He's standing beside the wall with his unbelievably small cup of tea.
"Wasn't Greg the most powerful herb doctor in this town sometimes ago?" Uriel said, and Elijah chuckled.
"Most powerful? There are several others, and those ones are women. You'll even be scared to enter their herbal shops" he said.
"We can't just sit here with zero suspect in mind. Who's this K? And who's the spy? These people aren't playing, they'll retaliate" Uriel replied.
Elijah nodded, and they both faced Slade who has been silent.
He's sitting on the sofa, resting back with his eyes concentrated.
"What are you thinking about, dear brother?" Elijah asked.
"You both, start a secret investigation on the sponsors, especially Vann and Lorraine" Slade replied, standing up.
"Where are you headed to?" Uriel asked.
"Somewhere I have to be" Slade replied, exiting.
After he left, Aimee entered, looking strangely expectant.
"I have a feeling you just did something Slade would hate" Elijah said.
Uriel looked at her suspiciously.
"Wait till tomorrow morning, the drama will affect everyone" Aimee said ambitiously.
"Hmm!" Elijah nodded, getting his phone out.
He hasn't seen Rihannon since the kidnappers show in the morning, and he heard she's part of the students who fainted.
Is she fine?
*
TWILIGHT'S ROOM*
Thanks to Onyx and Twilight, there's more than enough to eat, so they don't even have to go to the refectory.
Twilight had ordered takeouts from the refectory just like the rich students do, and the maids had it delivered in no time.
Now they're sitting around the meals on the ground, chatting over it.
"The next time I get that Ruslan guy, I'll make him go bald" Onyx said with a spicy chicken drumstick in hand.
"You sure know how to keep grudges" Rihannon said.
"I'll take it to my grave" Onyx replied, licking the chicken sauce on her lips.
"How old are you? And how are you able to transform?" Damien curiously asked.
"I was born 22 years ago. My cat mother gave birth to four kittens, but she died with three, and I'm the only survivor. About how I can transform, I have no idea too, maybe Sladie will know" she replied.
Twilight's right hand is holding a spicy fish which she's struggling to eat, and her left hand is holding her phone which she's staring at, expecting Slade's text.
She's barely hearing them.
"You've been with Mr. President since you were born? You must know a lot about him then. Is he in love with Twilight?" Damien asked.
"I thought you said you're here for the money?" Rihannon nudged him.
"That was obviously a joke, I want him to be in love with her, madly" Damien replied,.
"About his feelings, I'm not so sure either. I can read him like a book, but when it comes to his heart, I dunno." Onyx said.
"Oh..." Rihannon and Damien chorused.
Twilight immediately stood, still holding the fish and phone.
"You'll spend five years eating that fish" Rihannon teased.
"Twillie is a slow eater?" Onyx grinned.
"Trust me, that's why she can't add flesh" Damien replied, and they all began laughing.
"Don't mock me, it's damn spicy" Twilight frowned cutely, blowing her mouth as she walked to her bed
She sat and continued staring at her phone screen.
Still, no text from Slade, and it's been an hour since he left.
She texted him eventually.
Twilight: Are you still at the infirmary? Can i come and meet you?
She got no reply after five minutes of sending it, so she pushed the phone away sadly.
*
GREG'S COTTAGE*
A small furnace is burning in the middle of the outer room to heat it up, and Slade is sitting not far from it.
Greg is in front of him, looking scared with his only hand on his knees.
"If you're here to cut off my second arm..." He said.
"I don't give a f+ck about your second arm, keep it as a souvenir" Slade replied, standing up.
He slowly walked to the man, and before Greg could react, he already grabbed his head.
"No!!! Ighh!!" Greg groaned, pains gnawing him as Slade peered into his memories, searching for any clue, but he found none.
All he could see in Greg's head is pounding herbs and going to visit Owen at the hospital, so he let go of his head, and Greg spranged up.
"You can enter my memories now?" He said shockingly.
"I'll be watching you. If eventually I find something against you, I won't care about Stella's tonic cos I'll drag you down the f+çking pit of hades" Slade replied with venom, leaving the cottage afterwards.
Greg slammed his hand on the table, and the table broke.
"What if I didn't hide my dark secrets away from my memories? He'd have seen them? Is his monster powers starting to surface? No, impossible" He muttered.
He entered the main herb room where the ring duplicates are.
Elijah and Aimee's rings are still intact, but Slade's ring is starting to rust.
"This only means his ring power is fading off. Great" He smiled.
"You'll end up killing her anyways, the time is just around the corner. You won't be able to control it" he said.
*
AN UNKNOWN HOUSE*
Owen is in bed.
She hasn't regained her consciousness yet.
The heater is not far from her, blowing warmness into the room.
Her savior is right beside her, watching her. His cap is off now, and instead of hood, he's wearing a simple shirt.
He looks young and energetic.
Owen's eyes opened so slow, and he instantly stood.
"How're you feeling?" He asked.
Owen opened her mouth to talk, but she couldn't.
"Twilight..." That was all she could say.
"I've been keeping an eye on her. Don't worry, she's safe with Slade" he replied, and she shook her head.
She started struggling to speak again, so he got her a pen and paper, then he helped her up in bed.
Owen began writing in the paper, but the pen kept breaking no matter how many times she tried.
After the tenth pen broke, she started crying, and the guy sat back.
"Greg is a strong opponent who pretends to be weak just to look innocent. Whatever he did to you, it's not a joke, but I'll try my best to help" he said.
Owen shook her head again.
"I'm not simple too, so calm down. My name is White" he said.
Owen stopped struggling immediately.
"I'm Dr. Kali's son. Your husband killed my mother" he said.
Owen gasped.
*
UOG, TWILIGHT'S ROOM*
Damien returned to his room already, and Rihannon is asleep with Onyx on the second bed.
Onyx seems to be comfortable with Rihannon too, but she had to take Twilight's blanket to place on her nose so she'd continue sniffing her scent even while asleep.
Shifting back to her cat form is what she doesn't want to do anytime soon.
As for Twilight, she's not even in her bed at all.
She's sitting on the reading chair, placing her head on the table.
She's with a jotter and pen, writing Slade's name everywhere.
"Kils"
"Kils"
"Kils"
That's what filled every page up in capital letters, and she's still writing it with a sad face and pulled brows.
"He said it himself that he'd text me, why is he not texting" she muttered, writing another Kils.
She suddenly dropped her pen and took her phone, looking at the message she sent again.
He hasn't even viewed it, so she deleted it and closed the jotter.
She stood from the table and started walking to the bed, but then her phone dinged on the table.
She ran back to the table, taking the phone so fast.
He finally texted back!
She was smiling as she opened it, but the smile disappeared as she read.
Kils: Resend the deleted message, now.
"Been waiting for like two hours, and this is all I get?" She muttered, sitting in bed.
She texted back.
Twilight: No.
Another text came from him immediately.
Kils: Are you rebelling?
She bit her lip after reading that, and that instant, a knock greeted the door.
She stood to go open up, and immediately she opened, she was grabbed by capable arms which turned her to the wall.
Her chest pressed on the surface, and her back is on the person.
Of course there's only one person who can pull this move.
She could feel his lips at the back of her neck, and when she made to move from the wall, he pressed her body harder on the it, making her gasp.
"You know it's never a good decision to rebel, right?" He whispered, licking her neck wetly and planting mad goosebumps on her skin.
"You...you didn't reply for two hours..." She stuttered, and her body froze when he slithered his hand into her pyjama shorts, inserting his fingers into her panty.
Before she knew it, two fingers slid into her p+$$y.
"Kils!" She gasped, and he raised her arms above her head, holding it there while grazing her neck with his teeth.
"F+ck! Please!" She cried, unable to move against his fingers since he restricted her body.
The sinful sounds of his fingers moving in and out of her filled the room, and it's surprising that Rihannon and Onyx aren't awake yet.
"You got wet while waiting? Look how soaked you are for me. You're literally drowning my fingers. Did you miss me that much? Hmm?" He whispered, his fingers scissoring inside her.
"Damn...Ouch!" She sniffled, her tears staining the wall.
"I was out of the infirmary since two hours ago, went downtown to see someone. I didn't check my phone till I got back five minutes ago" he said, shoving another finger inside.
"Gosh!!" She m0aned, feeling his rocky bulge on her butt already, but she decided to concentrate on her climax.
Her eyes went shut, and the wall got colder as his fingers drove her over the edge.
"Let it out. Soak my fingers," he mused.
She was gasping as she climaxed, wetting his fingers with everything.
He placed the fingers on his tongue, and she faced him, watching him lick the sweet sin into his corrupt mouth.
That looks s+xy as hell.
"There we go" he growled.
Twilight couldn't even talk as her knees are wobbly. She's still holding the wall.
"Now, what was the text?" He asked, lifting her small chin up roughly.
"I asked if I could meet you at the infirmary. I have something to tell you" she replied.
He swept her up in his arms without warning, and she wrapped her arms on his neck.
"We talk in the attic" he said, and she nodded as he carried her out.
*
REFECTORY*
Ruslan is still here.
After he finished his meal, he remained on his seat, staring into space.
Going back to Tamlin is not an option since Tamlin made it clear that he doesn't want to see anybody.
He touched his hair. He could still feel pains from Onyx's pull earlier.
"That mad girl" he muttered.
He got a cigar and lighter from his pocket and was about to lighten when Imogen settled in front of him.
"You smoke now? Hot!" She smiled.
Ruslan stood immediately, but she blocked him.
"I'm willing to give you an audience after many years, shouldn't you be happy?" She said arrogantly.
"Did you forget what you told me before I left for the hospital? You said I was ugly and brainless. What changed?" He replied coldly.
"You changed. You suddenly became hot and...
"Shameless, that's what you are, and if you show up in front of me again, I'mma punch you" Ruslan cut her off and walked out.
Imogen stumped her foot, and Ren came in.
"So it's not me again? It's now Ruslan?" He said.
"You never gave me attention. You're always with Posey and you even go on stupid dates! What do you expect me to do? F+ck myself?" She snarled.
Ren immediately undid his belt, freeing his d+ck without stress.
"It's all yours. No more dates with Posey. I promise" he said.
"You better keep it" She replied, squatting to kiss his shaft.
From one of the windows, Molly sat like a queen, making a video.
"I need to switch courses at this rate. Visual arts is my calling." she smiled, zooming in on them.
*
WESLEY TOWER*
Lord Vann has refused to stay in the tower since Lorraine threatened him, so it's just Lorraine in the room now.
The full moon is coming out tonight again, so she's preparing for the pains, taking pain relievers when Tamlin pedalled his wheelchair in.
"Tammy? You're back from the hospital?" She stood.
"There's something I need to tell you" he replied, and she frowned confusingly.
"What?"
"Come closer" he replied, smiling slightly to conceal his hate.
"Thought you were mad at me" she scoffed, going closer to him.
She stood in front of his wheelchair.
"Bend to my level. I'll say it in your ear" he said.
"What are you up to?" She muttered, moving closer again to eventually bend over to him.
He placed her ear right in front of him.
"Yes?" She said.
"I regret the day father married you" he muttered, and the next thing she felt was a stab to her stomach.
He had stabbed her.
"Tamlin!!!!" She shrieked as her blood pumped out to Tamlin's face.
It was so fast.
Without blinking, Tamlin stabbed her again, and again...
"Tam...ll--i...
Continuously for six good times on her vital parts, making sure she won't survive it.
Isobel walked in, and Lorraine's eyes widened like hell when she saw her.
"You deserve it" Isobel smirked.
Lorraine couldn't even say another word before falling dead on the ground, her own blood pooling around her.
The knife fell from Tamlin, and he smiled cruelly.
"This is only the beginning. I'll bring everyone who contributed to my misery to their deaths!" He spat.
"Can't wait for tomorrow morning" Isobel smiled.
*
ATTIC*
Immediately Slade dropped Twilight, she began taking off every piece of clothing on her body.
Her pyjama shorts, the black singlet, the bra, and even her panty. She became stark naked in front of him.
Slade's expression was unfaltering.
"Lorraine told me something, and I'd like to confirm it. You can see my tattoo, right? Please... make it bleed. The full moon is out right now " she said, looking out of the open window for a second.
"What the f+ck did she tell you? That she's a moonslave?" Slade glared.
"You knew?" She gasped.
"I've seen her n+ked once. I saw her mark" he replied nonchalantly.
"Then help me. I only have to bleed on the mark. I'll explain everything to you if it works. Can you help me without asking for explanation this time?" She said.
He frowned deeply.
"Kils...I'm begging you. Please don't say no" she shook her head.
Slade spun her around immediately, and she held her breaths as he glared at the moon tattoo.
He only had to use his mind, giving it a small cut.
Twilight felt the mark bleeding, and the sudden storm that happened afterwards nearly carried her away.
Slade threw his arms around her, wrapping her in place as the bleeding part of the mark glowed.
The full moon became brighter in the sky, almost blinding.
Twilight's eyes widened, and the pains gripped her in all fibre.
"Arggghhhhh!!!!!!
The scream left her lips like a singsong, and the storm got worse as Slade held her tighter.
He breathed into her skin, keeping her steady as her eyes went shut, taking her back to the past.
*~FOURTEEN YEARS AGO, MOONCLAN~*
One of the greatest sins humans commit daily is betrayal.
Anytime a human betrays another human, a slave spirit emerges from the sin, and the spirit roams the world freely.
Slowly, the spirits became too much on the surface of the earth, and that made powerful shamans come together to create a clan in the dark part of the moon.
They named it the moonclan, and each time human betrayal births a slave spirit, they send the spirit to the clan as a moonslave.
Just like Satan is the king of hell, the shamans gave the clan a king too.
He's called The Emperor, the wickedest monster living.
The Emperor rules the clan with unbearable callousness and cruelty.
The moonslaves live under his tyranny with no food to ease their stinging hunger.
After a while, The Emperor decided to start selling the moonslaves out to heal cursed humans.
After all, they'll still come back to the clan after they get killed.
Despite the huge profit he makes daily from selling moonslaves, their sufferings only increased.
The only river in the clan is the muddy moonfall river which the slaves depend on.
It only flows once a week, and anyone who doesn't get the chance to drink before it dries up will have to wait another week.
As usual, the slaves are sitting around the river, waiting for it to flow again, including eight years old Twilight.
It's been five weeks now since she had a drink, and it's all because of her eyes.
If she could see, it'd be easier, but she's blind, and that just worsens everything.
The betrayal she was birthed from must have been so unforgivable since she's the only blind one in the clan.
Her body is shaking, lips split and pitifully dry, and her throat is gummy.
There's no family here, no name too. You're on your own, and you answer whatever The Emperor calls you.
"The water is flowing!!!" A scream came from the upper side, and everyone began rushing down the river.
Twilight stood too, using her walking stick to trace the road, but then the rushers pushed her down, and they began marching her as they ran towards the river.
"I'm here!! I'm here__stop!! I'm here!! Ahhh!!!"
Her screams were like a drop in the ocean cos the slaves are like battalions, and they can't even hear her pleas.
It only took ten minutes before the slaves drank the water dry, and Twilight was crying as she struggled to stand.
Again, she didn't drink.
Water even refused to come from her eyes as she cried, dragging her legs back to the shed she stays.
She fell twice since she lost her stick already, but she stood again each time.
"Thief! Thief!! Thief!!!" A scream came again, and she could hear the sound of running as The Emperor guards chased after a slave who had stolen bread from the kitchen.
Slaves sometimes sneak into The Emperor's kitchen to steal food since that's the only place food is available, but it's a death game cos getting caught means eternal death.
Twilight quickly moved aside so the chasers won't crash into her, but she was taken, shockingly.
"We got the thief!" The guards announced, and everyone began gathering.
"What do you mean? I'm not the thief! It's not me! It's not me!!!" She began struggling blindly.
She was pushed down, and whips were gotten.
They began giving her cruel lashes, and she just rolled on the ground, crying helplessly as every lash peeled her skin, allowing the poison in the strokes to penetrate.
"I'm blind, how could I enter the palace!! I didn't steal!!"
They didn't stop.
Her clothes got tattered by the whips, and her body peeled so much her skin was dragging on the ground, her blood flowing down the path.
The battalions are gathered around her, and silence landed in the place as The Emperor descended like the devil.
Clad in black cloak as usual, head covered. He's tall like a giant, and no one has seen his face before. It's always black flames.
"Take her to the pavilion and prepare for her execution by vanquish nails" he ordered huskily.
Twilight couldn't even beg anymore. Where is the energy?
Her mouth won't even open cos her lips has been cut into segments by the whips. She eventually passed out.
"Yes, Your Grace!" The guards chorused to his orders.
They were about to grab her when another guard rushed in
"Your Grace, a request for a slave just came in. His name is Slade Luther, from the human realm. Gold payment made in full" he announced.
The Emperor looked at Twilight on the ground, his flames radiating.
"Tattoo her, and let her go. She's sold" he ordered.
"Yes, Your Grace!"
Twilight was immediately taken away by the guards.
When she woke up three days later, she met herself on a bed, under white covers in the human world. Greg's cottage.
Greg is beside her, and she could see him clearly. Also, her injuries are gone.
"Who am I? Where am I? Who are...you?" She slowly asked.
Greg smiled.
"They were right, you lost your moonclan memory" he said.
"Huh?" She sounded.
"I healed your eyes, but when you die and go back to your clan, your blindness will return. For now, your name is Twilight Kent, and I'm your father" he said.
"You're...my father?" She placed her hand on her chest.
Greg nodded, and she smiled broadly.
*~BACK IN THE ATTIC~*
Twilight's eyes fluttered open, and she found herself in bed already.
Slade wore one of his sweaters for her, so she's thickly covered.
She sat up, and tears filled her eyes as the memories hit her over and over like a truck.
Fear made her start shaking, and her blood literally turned to ice inside her system.
"No...n..no...I can't die...I can't go back...there" she stuttered feverishly.
"Awake?" Slade's deep voice came beside her, and she turned slowly to him.
Her eyes widened immediately with a sniffle.
He's standing tall beside the bed, staring down at her with the usual icy eyes, and no matter how much he tried to hide it, the worry in his eyes is still there.
Twilight quickly got down from the bed and crawled fast to him, going on her knees as she hugged his legs.
"Please... please don't kill me! I can't go back to my merciless clan!!! I can't become blind again...Don't k...kill me! See i don't care how many times you want s+x daily or where you want it. Order me and I'll run madly to you... Just don't kill me!!"
Slade crouched down, placing a cold hand on her cheek and making her look up slowly.
"Not even death can take you away from me, I'll rearrange death's teeth." He glared.
TBC.
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