WICK£D GOD
Wicked God – Chapter 27&28
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Gods of Death Duet-Book One
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Skylar dashed for her personal kitchen. With flying steps and laboured breaths, she crashed her weight into the kitchen island.
She didn’t have to climb it. She was tall enough to reach for a knife and pluck it off the hanging steel.
She dashed back outside with only one plan in her skull: Slice off his penis and make it into barbeque.
She’d eat and even pick her teeth afterwards.
But getting back to the living room, it was empty. He was gone.
No trace of him.
The door was still tightly shut. How did he even leave?
Only the smell of his perfume remained in this place.
The offensive earthly scent.
She entered her room and came back with her spray bottle.
She sprayed the room, taking his scent away before dropping the knife and spray bottle on the floor.
Her towel nearly slipped away from her body, but she quickly grabbed both ends and wrapped it back.
Her senses must still be thinking he was still here, reason why the wrap back was too immediate.
She dropped her weight on the couch, taking a bottled water from the table, but even while drinking from it, she couldn’t balance.
She wanted to kill him.
Gawd. She wanted him gone for daring to enter this place and unboxing his monster at her face.
What were Dread Armies doing? How could he enter like that?
She spranged up and rushed to the window. She pushed it open and saw a little scratch on the sill.
It looked like the underneath of the sill was dragged with something.
And that was when it registered.
He climbed through the window.
He must have attached a rope somehow and climbed with it.
She sniffed the air. The smell of the popular non-soluble glue lingered faintly. He must have used the glue to finish the rope work when she was in the bathroom for several minutes.
That unlikable bastard.
Her fist rounded, and when she looked up from the window sill, she saw him—across her window.
He stood by his own window, giving her that evil eye and menacing smirk.
She rushed back to pick the knife and came back to the window.
Thanks to the strength cos of his presence, she was able to throw the knife across the two houses.
El Crow didn’t move. But he raised his hand, catching the knife by the hilt, all without looking away from her.
Seeing the knife didn’t get his chest as planned, Skylar cussed under her breaths, not minding if she was in a towel or not. She simply didn’t care.
He exposed his second hand which held a paper.
He inserted the paper in the knife hilt and threw the knife back.
Skylar didn’t catch it, but it got stuck on the wall beside her window.
El Crow left his window.
She pulled out the knife and removed the paper. It had wordings—a note which she read in a breath.
~Keep the image of it in your head, C+mslut. The next time you call me g@y with that mouth, you’ll be seeing more than a c+k.
She wrapped her fist around the note, rage doubling.
She swept her damp hair away from her face, throwing her window shut.
“Asshole!” She gritted.
Instantly, the doorbell came.
The pussy warmer she ordered for entered the room.
It was the same one from last time.
She didn’t tell him anything. He was exclusive to using his mouth on her alone. She didn’t even read the new medical report he brought along.
He wouldn’t dare come here with a diseased system anyways.
She got her belt, sat on the couch with spread legs. He knelt and dived in, eating into the fresh flesh.
Skylar closed her eyes, trying to get lost in the ecstasy as usual. At times, she’d slam the belt on his back, and he’d stiffen before going on.
He lifted his hands to touch her thighs, but her eyes opened…
“Touch me, and I’ll dice your fingers.”
His hands went down to grab the couch, and his grunts heat her p+ssy as he ate deep like he was hired to. He didn’t use the tongue. She’d probably behead him if he does.
“Don’t breathe on me, damn!” She complained. “Are you eating a damn stone? Don’t f+kin… Heck, you’re ruining my mood like a bi+ch.”
She slammed the belt on his already discoloured back, and another red mark slashed across his skin.
He gripped the couch again, his fingers nearly puncturing the leather as shaky, hot breaths left him.
“Get out!” She ordered.
He raised his head, mouth dryer than dessert sand.
“You couldn’t even get a little cum out of me? Look at you. You look stupid!” She pushed his head back.
“I’m… sorry, Skylar…” He apologized, getting up slowly.
“Go!” She glared. “Get the f+k…geez.”
He left the suite, and her legs went together as she rested her elbows on her propped knees.
She was about to start thinking about the hundredth way to kill the stitchmouth when the doorbell came again, invading her privacy.
Quincy and Renee entered.
“Girl, I know you’re never in a good mood, but your mood is more bitter tonight. Who pissed you off?” Quincy asked with concern.
“Maybe the eater we saw leaving didn’t eat her well.” Renee shrugged. “We all know in the history of eating in here, no one has been able to make this dry bitch here come.”
She sat after saying that.
Skylar hissed, not wanting to talk to them, but she pushed herself to.
“What do you both want?”
“Trainings from you,” Renee chirped without minding.
Skylar sat upright.
“Why should I train you?”
“We need to move to top tier, Skylar,” Quincy replied. “I’m sorry if it’ll be convenient but—”
“Of course it is inconvenient.” Skylar faced him with a scowl. “But I can of course make an exception for you cos you’ve been there. I’m asking why I should train this sister of yours?”
“Why would you train my brother alone?” Renee stood in opposition. “Why would you wanna be in the training lab with only my brother? Are you in love with my brother?”
Skylar’s mouth opened to talk, but her eyes also blinked in astonishment, both colliding and causing her brain to flip.
“Skylar…” Quincy tried to do damage control, but it was too late.
Skylar grabbed Renee by the band of her skirt like a cop, glaring catastrophically like she’d off her head and drink tea with the skull.
Renee swallowed.
“Say that again, baby. The little question about if I’m in love with your brother, repeat it!”
—
[Enigma House – El Crow’s Suite]
Bellatrix was still where she sat, looking alone, abandoned.
A typical stray cat.
She kept looking at the corner that led to the bedroom door.
El Crow arrived some minutes ago, and he just entered his bedroom without talking to her.
She promised to stay calm and patient, but she was losing it.
She’s used to being alone in her father’s mansion as she had no playmates as kids and no friends as an adult. She was homeschooled throughout her education.
But it was different with him and Skylar. She wishes to get to befriend Skylar and also have El Crow as a boyfriend—if possible.
If he wouldn’t be hers, then she’d just have him and Skylar as her besties.
She smiled charmingly, noticing something under the center table.
She stretched her arm and took it. It’s a small passport of a guy who looked oddly familiar. His face was somewhere in her head. She just couldn’t pinpoint at the moment.
She was still staring when it was snatched from her. She looked up, and she stood on her heels when she saw El Crow glaring at her.
“I…I’m sorry if I crossed boundaries. I just…I…saw the passport under the table aand…it looked familiar—”
“Who does he look like?” He voiced out, still glaring.
Bellatrix paused, brain clocking.
“Um… Satan. He looks like Dread team Boss Satan.”
El Crow’s glare faded. He looked at the passport too. It’s same as the framed picture in his bedroom.
“He looks like Satan cos he’s Satan’s son.” He sat slowly.
“Oh…” She sounded, sitting back too. “I heard Satan had a son before having the twins, but the son died mysteriously. I heard that when the son was still alive, your family used to be friends with Satan’s family, and you used to be one team. You even used to be close-knit with the son, but after the son’s death, something unknown happened, and war broke. The team had to split to Enigma and Dread,” She narrated.
El Crow’s head went up.
“For somehow who never leaves her father’s house, you know a lot.”
She smiled.
“I’m always at home doesn’t mean I don’t make researches, and I’ve been stalking you for months now. I searched for your IG account, but I found none. I heard you deleted it after the death of Satan’s son.”
“Wrap it up now.” his glare formed again—harder. “Enough of it.”
Bellatrix blinked guiltily. “I’m sorry if I’ve offended y—”
“And stop saying sorry every minute! Geez.” He stood suddenly, peeved.
Bellatrix blinked, throat twisting as her face went down.
“I’m… sorry for saying so—I mean….I won’t say it again.”
“Are you really your father’s daughter?” He walked to her.
“Through and through.” She looked up with a little smile. “And I believe you’re your father’s son too. I believe you over your mother. I believe it was Ma who cut you.”
“You do?” His brows knotted as he stood in front of her, hands pocketed.
“I do,” she answered. “And it’s not because of my crush on you or anything. I just believe Ma is shady in some kind of ways.”
“And I’m not shady?” He sat on the center table, facing her.
Her shoulders stiffened.
“You’re shady with your temper and your ever-frowny face, but I’d rather believe you over Ma.”
El Crow’s lips moved aside in a little smirk as he gave her a glance.
“You think I’m gay too?”
“What!” She blinked. “No! I wouldn’t crush on you if you were gay!”
“I know.” He stood. “That little bootlicking girl is blind.”
Bellatrix went silent.
“What do you want? Coffee? Tea? Yogurt or milkshake? Pick one,” He offered genuinely.
“Milkshake.” She blinked.
“You’re so predictable,” he mentioned before heading for the kitchen.
She stood and rushed after him.
She stood by the door, watching him open his freezer. He took a cookie first, throwing it in his mouth.
He was chewing as he prepared her milkshake slowly.
“Listen to me, Bellatrix,” He spoke suddenly. “I don’t want to date anyone especially you. You can’t handle me at all. My father told me to date you cos your father wants it. You look breakable, and even if I wanted to date, I wouldn’t do you. I hate nice girls who say sorry everytime—”
“I’ll change!” She cut in, entering with him. “I can change for you.”
He glanced at her, inserting straw in her milkshake.
“Don’t fucking change for me. I won’t change for anybody.”
“But I like you enough to change for you,” she insisted. “You can teach me how to be mean, or I can take mean classes from Skylar, and I’ll—”
“Don’t mention that name here.” He brought the milkshake to here.
“But we can pretend to date to fool my father and yours.” He added, looking her in the eye.
Bellatrix melted, taking the milkshake from him.
She couldn’t even drink.
“You can’t fool my dad, El. Fake date without kissing or…. making love?”
“It’s called f+king. Say that.” He leaned down to her height level.
“Fu…cking.” She whispered.
“Prude.” He lifted himself. “Another reason. I don’t like short girls, and I don’t like prim and proper ones too. Love making?” He chuckled. “Are you from the 90s?” He swiped his tongue over his mouth scar and lip ring.
“I can learn and adapt, I swear.” She assured helplessly.
“Let’s fake-date, and yes i won’t kiss or fuck you. Unless you’re willing to die under me,” He said.
“But…my dad will….”
“I’ll handle your dad, girlfriend.” He interrupted. “Can you calm your clitoris?” He gave her a glance again.
She sipped from her milkshake, the mere saying of girlfriend from his mouth making her giddy.
Her cheeks heated, and she took another gentle sip.
She was the same person who punished Roselle in the woods. Same person who attended Ma’s banquet without shaking, but here she was, trembling in front of this man.
“So I can call you boyfriend now?”
“We’re fake-dating, of course you can. Don’t be slow.” He walked back to the freezer and picked another cookie.
His love for cookies is too much.
As he ate, he faced her.
“Hey, have you ever wondered how fingers taste?”
“Huh?” She lowered her straw.
“I ate one last week at the piercers, and it tasted bitter, I had to spit it out. Now I’m wondering if toes taste the same,” He muttered seriously.
Bellatrix choked on her milkshake, and he laughed with a deep depth which made her stare in awe.
Ten minutes later, she left. El Crow became alone in the suite again.
He didn’t leave the freezer. He took a bottle of cocoa drink and drained it.
He slammed it back on the kitchen island, and some spilled as he stared into space, imagining the horror on Skylar’s face when she saw the meat.
He laughed sickly again.
—
[Dread House – Renee’s Room]
“She’s too hot tempered! It was a joke question!” Renee complained with unceasing hisses.
She left Skylar’s Suite with Quincy some minutes ago, and she hadn’t been able to stop complaining.
Even now as she took her towel and the bag containing her toiletaries, ready to go for her night shower.
“We both know it wasn’t a joke question,” Quincy replied by her bed. “Why would you ask if she was in love with me? That one? In love with someone? Are you kidding?”
“Of course you’d support her! She almost ripped my skirt!” She yelled.
“I don’t support her dragging your skirt, and I’ll talk to her. Calm down, Renee.” Quincy sighed.
With another hiss, she left the room for the bathroom.
Quincy sat in her bed, hoping to lay down, but when he sighted the panty she took off before leaving, he paused. The green lace lay in the middle of her bed, calling him.
He took it and tossed it into her small laundry basket, but he brought his hand to his nose to smell.
He inhaled the intimate scent, revelling in it till his phone dinged.
He woke from his fantasy and checked the phone.
A text from Renee.
She took her phone to bath?
• Get my hairwash, please. Didn’t wash my hair in the morning. I should wash it now.
He took the hairwash from her vanity and left the room, strolling down the silent hallway alone.
Their tier mates must be outside.
He opened the bathroom door and pointed the bottle inside through the middle without looking inside.
His hand became empty when Renee took it, and he made to leave.
“Can you check something for me? Come on,” Renee said.
He hesitated to open the door, but Renee did it herself, opening the door completely wide for him despite her wet, fairly lathered nakedness.
Quincy stepped in, and the door closed behind them quickly.
“Look.” She lifted her right boob for him. A little redness spread on the boob skin. “I think my underboob is sore. You think it’s my bra doing?”
Quincy leaned in, not thinking.
He stopped thinking the moment
he entered this bathroom anyways. He touched the soreness under the boob with his finger, tracing it.
“What do you think?” She asked, turning the shower off. “Mum always told me to get soft bras, I’m too stubborn. Now look at this.”
Quincy looked up at her, and he hit the shower by himself, letting it on again. He was bent against her body, so Renee was looking down at him.
“You want big brother to suck off the soreness?”
“Why are you even asking.” she scoffed, pushing her hard n+pple against his mouth.
He opened up, taking it inside.
“Ohh…Big Brother….” Renee rested on the wall, biting her lip deep.
The shower sounds swallowed her moans as her n+pples got chewed.
—
[Rosita’s Room]
It’ll soon be one month since Aftermoor, and that means it’ll soon be time to kill someone to send to Aftermoor according to Inferno.
Rosita’s fingers were in her mouth as she thought fiercely about it.
Her mother just told her she’d be attending the business mixer with her tomorrow, together with Rosita.
She should be happy, but she couldn’t stop thinking about what’s to come.
And the fact that El Crow and Skylar have the healing ability in common?
Where’s her own healing ability?
Did Skylar steal it?
She wouldn’t push it past that bitch.
And she can’t wait for when the soul bond will flare up again.
Maybe she’d get f+ked by El Crow.
And then there’s Bellatrix who needed to be dealt with but Roy has been a piece of shit about it.
She lowered her fingers, and Roy entered. Speak of the devil.
“If you’re not ready to do what I said, leave right n—”
“I’ll do it.” He cut in.
Roselle’s face softened.
“You will?”
—
[Training Lab]
Skylar came here right after leaving her suite.
Not like she came to train.
She’d hate to let others see her practicing the moves taught by Marisa. They might steal it.
She only came here to deflect.
She’d tolerate Quincy because Quincy never crossed the line, but his bitchy sister loved crossing the line.
She ticked her off enough to make her come here for an alone time.
And then there’s the stitchmouth who came to flaunt his c+k at her face.
The bastard will never not peeve her.
And the stupid eater who never made her cum no matter what.
She sat with a hiss, studying her body tattoo on the lab mirror.
She stared at her own face, admiring for a little while.
Where did she come from?
Mexico? Brazil? Switzerland?
She lost count of how many times she had that rumination.
Today, LOCK UP THE INMATES INCLUDING ME was written on her white cropped top.
Her phone breathed beside her, and she took it to see a text from the blind cleaning woman.
• Eden is settled totally in the Nursery, and the bill has been sent to El Crow. He paid in full.
Skylar dropped the phone.
He’s as rich as his father if not more, so that much money was probably worthless to the bastard.
“Hey!” Bellatrix stepped into the lab with a little wave and smile.
Skylar stood.
“Bellatrix?”
“I checked at the house but they said you were here!” Bellatrix smiled widely, coming closer. “I have a news! You’ll be the first I’ll be telling cos now I see you as my girl.”
“I’m not a girl’s girl.” Skylar cleared with a sour stare. “I’m not someone you’d wanna befriend. In fact—”
“I don’t care!” Bella gushed. “I’m dating El Crow now!”
Skylar paused. “Oh? This is the part where you say it’s a joke.”
“It’s not!” Bellatrix giggled, her happiness overboard. “He’s my boyfriend now. I can’t believe it too!”
“You’re dating the asshole?” Skylar sat back. “You deserve better.”
“But he’s cool! Except for his nasty psychotic habits like chewing fingers and his harsh words and bad temper.” Bellatrix heavily defended.
“I’ll pray to Budda for you.” Skylar scoffed, shaking her head.
Same boyfriend she saw his dick an hour ago? Funny.
“You should come to my dad’s business mixer tommorow. Ma is coming too.” Bellatrix tendered the invite with another smile.
Skylar took it with a little smile.
“Thank you, Bellatrix.”
Bellatrix’s smile widened, and she badly wanted to tell her the truth about Apex blood being rich.
She wanted to tell her about the other truth that there were more than two prehistoric blood types.
That apart from Apex and Null, there was ApexPlus which was even crazier than Apex and Null combined.
But saying that would mean betraying her father.
She didn’t want to.
So she kept quiet.
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[Enigma House – X Point]
The other Enigmas were done with their dinners when Bishop and the guys arrived from the clinic, but they still went for dinner anyways.
Each settled around his meal, and the meal went on in silence at first.
“Why would Blade intentionally lose to Rosita?” Lovato muttered.
“Because he’s stupid,” Bishop said.
“Don’t say that.” Kent glared. “He has been winning all his matches, but this one fail makes him a loser? No.”
“Whatever makes you sleep at night.” Bishop shrugged, eating.
“What’s wrong with you exactly?” Kent queried. “Bishop, you’ve been salty around everyone.You’re the same person who was shouting at Vato at the training lab.”
“Sorry for shouting at Lovato like the idiot that I am.” Bishop said sarcastically, twisting his pasta fork.
“You’re not an idiot!” Lovato flared. “You’re the same person who made me spicy chicken wings and milk that cold night. I know you’re mad at me, and whatever it is, forgive me.”
“I have no right to be mad at you,” Bishop said. “Just eat.”
“But—”
Lovato’s words were cut short when Castle entered the hall.
The halo shifted to him immediately.
“Senior Castle!” She rushed off to him like a die-hard fan.
She forgot Bishop completely, but Bishop didn’t look up. He continued eating, nearly choking himself.
“I’ll be going to get new glasses. These ones are foggy,” Castle informed.
“Let’s go together,” Lovato offered, forgetting her food too.
“Get me condoms on your way back,” Kent winked.
“Idiot.” Castle grinned, taking Lovato away with him.
“Do I look good? You want me to change my skirt? Is it too short?”
Lovato wouldn’t stop asking these questions as they stepped out.
Bishop drank a lot of water and then continued eating like a glutton.
“Dude, easy.” Kent grimaced.
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[Local Clinic]
Blade lay in his bed with open eyes and plastered chin and knees which were already healing, definitely. He looked better than before.
He only needed to heal completely before he’d be allowed out.
Even the windows were closed, and Enigma Armies were around to protect him in his compromised state.
His phone made a buzz for the first time since he got here, and he tilted up to pick it from his side.
A text floated on the screen.
• Get well soon, ok?
He let a smile leak to his lips before he typed back to the person.
He sent the text and lay back in bed.
By the back window, Rosita’s phone bleeped in her hand.
She lifted the screen to read the reply she received…
• Chill. I’m fine as f+k.
Rosita’s lips smiled a bit too before she pocketed the phone.
She slipped away.
— — —
[Next Day – Mixer Hall]
There was no special time. The invites said as soon as the night crawls in, the mixer would start.
At half past six, guests were already arriving in one and twos.
They were mostly powerful CEOs and mighty moguls like Jethro himself. Rein holders in different important sectors in this city. It was already so obvious that the night would be dark.
Red chandeliers glowed like hell’s coals from the high ceilings to the entering guests, and the black rugs created a not-so-different contrast.
It was minimal, but at the same time exuding dark wealth with biting, memorable interior design.
Jethro stood beside the railings that led up to the second floor, his unhinged eyes trained on the ground floor where the mixer would occur.
In few minutes, all the important guests would be here.
“You know why tonight would be a night of history?” Jethro directed the words to the staff behind him.
They stayed quiet with no reply.
Jethro’s gaze turned devilish.
“I invited mortal enemies, divorced couple, enemy bosses, and my business colleagues as watchers. Tonight, Bella will announce her relationship with El Crow. Tonight, this hall will burn down, and I’ll watch Skylar and El Crow escape with their so-called powers. And tonight, they’ll give back what they took from me….Eden.”
“We understand, sir.” The staffs chorused.
—
At some minutes to seven, El Crow was still on the road—in his car, driving himself to the mixer.
Arturo left before him, so he’s probably at the mixer already.
He didn’t plan to be the first to get there, reason why he waited this long to start his journey.
His suit was wine color with a black dress-shirt underneath. His sleeves was left unbuttoned, flaunting his chest which had a small crow pendant necklace resting on it.
Bella said her father wanted to make their fake relationship public at the mixer, and El Crow wasn’t against it.
Well… only the two of them know it’s fake. The others think it’s real relationship. He actually can’t wait to arrive and witness the show.
Roselle would be there.
Marisa would be there
And Skylar would be there.
Sounds like a gathering of karma and retributions.
No playing music in the car. He hated music, so he just drove with a matchstick between his mouth.
Dread House promotion banners and posters filled the streets. The rogues made sure to paste it on every house.
They’re even heavily promoting the upcoming first tournament for Dread House already.
“Cunts.” El Crow rolled his brows.
And everything was going fine.
Really going fine till he saw it.
Correction; Her.
He saw her.
Marisa.
She was probably going to the mixer too. Her car drove past him, and her window intentionally slid down.
She wore a plain black dress.
Yes. All of Marisa’s dresses were either plain white or black, but this was turtlenecked and had three blue gemstones on the neckline.
The same dress she wore that night when she cut him.
It was the dress she wore when she climbed her bed with the scissors that windy, cold, stormy night.
All El Crow had to do was see the dress on her, and his head made a straight, maddening noise.
Every other noise in the world disappeared. Replaced by the sound of her scissors blades.
And the sound of her voice…
“You took everything from me!!”
“You…you took everything!!”
El Crow’s hands left the steering. Both hot palms went closed on his ears, trying to block the noise out.
It didn’t work.
Instead, it got worse.
His head groaned under the weight of the nightmare. His tyres screeched, screaming against the tar.
Before he knew it, he collided into a roadside pole, and smokes nearly enveloped the car like a cloud.
But he still came out of the car, looking like a ghost of his prime with pale, sweaty face and shaky hands.
His head was still screaming.
Marisa was still screaming in there.
He pulled his scissors out of his suit pocket, and he grabbed the first person he saw on that road.
A woman who wore black too.
Thinking she was Marisa, he lifted his scissors at her, fast.
“No!!” The woman cried with a desperate struggle, unable to look him in the eye. Both his eyes have red spiderwebs which made her shiver. “No!! No don’t hurt me! I did nothing wrong!! Someone help!!!”
He thrusted the scissors into her arm, and she cried louder, bleeding and giving her blood to the asphalt.
His hand was brutally shaking with the scissors, but it was powerful enough to lift it for the second time.
“Help!!!!!” The woman cried again.
At the same time, Skylar’s motorbike appeared at a distance, driving past the other slice of the road.
Her large earrings dangle when she stopped the bike suddenly, amused by the scene in front of her.
Her intention was to be late to the mixer, and that’s why she was only just going. She had no idea this was gonna happen on the way, and now she needed popcorn for this.
Peak cinema.
This asshole was gonna kill someone again when the first tournament is two weeks away? This was another win for her Team Dread.
No doubt.
“Now is the time!” She said excitedly as if he could hear her. “Stab her again and she’ll die! Do it, asshole!”
El Crow’s muscular arm stayed up, and no doubt that the woman would die if he stabbed her again.
With the new surge of strength he felt, he wanted to.
The colored spiderwebs in his eyes stretched to even the eyeballs.
“Marisa…” His voice filtered out, his gaze on the woman blurring with newly twisted hate.
Skylar’s countenance changed.
Marisa?
Same Marisa? Why the f+k would this asshole think this woman in front of him is Marisa?
“Help!!!!” The woman cried again, holding her blood soaked arm and tearfully struggling.
With howling head, he lowered the scissors, but he couldn’t stab her.
Skylar was already there.
One grip at the woman, she was able to yank her away from him.
The scissors came down on her instead, but she caught it with her palm, holding eyes with him.
He looked manic.
Wait…he always looked manic like he had a unscrewed bolt in his head, but this was much crazier.
“That’s not Marisa, you p+sy!”
He slipped his scissors away from her and thrusted forward swiftly, aiming for her throat.
“And I’m not Marisa either!” She snapped strictly.
His hand stopped just before the scissors blades could slit her throat.
With tensive breaths, their eyes hooked again, and his arm shook more, but he never let go of the scissors. He only held it still.
Thick veins stretched on his neck and his eyelids and knuckles.
“Who am I?” Skylar asked to be sure as his scissors went bitingly cold on her throat without penetrating.
One minute ticked. It looked like he wasn’t going to talk. Like he was still deluding and not in his right mind.
But then…his mouth opened….
“Skylar, the C+mslut,”
TBC.
