REVIVING HIS DEAD HEART

“Let me go!” Her little cry for help immediately points me to the right corridor. Her voice is getting weaker, making me run as fast as I can towards her. 

“Why are you hiding yourself? Let this daddy take care of you?” I hear the boy whisper with a lewd chuckle, making red hot anger flash through my eyes. 

I grab him from behind and bash his head against a wall. 

“How about I take care of you? Asshole!” I growl, giving him multiple slaps and punches, interchanged with kicks. 

“Who are you? Mind your business. If you dare to hurt me, my family won't let you go. I…” Before the idiot can finish his nonsense, I knock a few teeth off his mouth, leaving him groaning on the floor. 

His head is swollen like a pig's head from being brutally beaten. But I’m not yet satisfied. How dare he touch my little angel? Death is too good for him. 

Just then, Lance, my personal guard, walks up to me, and I kick the idiot to him. 

“Chop off two of his fingers, castrate him and torture him for eight hours. Once he's about to die, go dump him before his family's gate. In his next life, he won't be able to think about harassing a woman he should not mess with.” I whisper and wipe my bloody hands with the facial wipes Lance offered to me.

I discard the now dirty facial wipes and quickly catch the girl who just lost her footing.

“Foolish girl! Your body can't endure alcohol, but you did it anyway and got drugged.” I whisper and pinch her cheeks, feeling a strange sense of warmth in my heart. She grins at me and encircles her arms around my neck, making my heart race. I immediately get surprised at what the little girl is doing to me. In all my thirty years of life, no woman has ever made my heart race. This kind of excitement is something I only feel when the blood of an enemy splashes on my face. No, this is way more powerful than that. Can this be love? 

The idea terrifies me and I quickly try to push her away, but she keeps hugging me like a koala. Love at first sight? How can such nonsense happen to someone like me? I don't even have a heart. It must be lust. Love is something demons like me don't get to experience. 

“Help me.” She whispers, licking all over my face. The drug has kicked in. Despicable people, using an aphrodisiac to bed a girl. I quickly carry her up to the penthouse suite and dump her on the bed. 

She begins to unbutton her clothes and writhe on the bed, muttering something about being hot. I sigh and quickly place a call to my personal doctor. 

“Yes, boss, knife wounds or bullets?” He asks the moment he picks up the phone, making me speechless. 

Right. Each time I send for his team, it’s always related to battle injuries. He must have assumed that this was the case tonight. 

“I'm not wounded. There's a girl in my penthouse in Serene Heights, she was poisoned with an aphrodisiac. I want the antidote.”

“Ah? Such drugs are contraband and the antidote is not ready since it's rarely used in this part of the world because of the legal repercussions of getting caught. I need two hours to fly it over from Venezuela.” He replies, the dismay obvious in his voice. 

“Two hours. She doesn't have twenty minutes, she's suffering. Isn't there any other way?” 

“Um, there are actually two methods. First, knock her out. But the side effects of not releasing the chemicals might leave her with a little problem. Two, fuck her or find someone to do it, once she orgasms a few times, she would be fine.” 

“Useless! Is that even a solution? Get lost!” I shout into the phone and smashes it on the sofa.

I look at the girl on the bed. Her skin has turned red, and she’s crying while trying to call my attention. I sigh and carry her to the bathroom to give her a cold bath. 

Don't misunderstand, I blindfolded myself all the while we were in the bathroom. 

I pull the blankets over her, but the drug isn't showing any signs of wearing out. 

“Help me!” She mutters again, pulling me into her arms with a strength I will never expect from someone so fragile. 

“What's your name?”

“Aurora.” She whispers, eliciting a smile from me. 

 “Your name is beautiful, like you are. Are you sure you won't regret this tomorrow morning?” I whisper, caressing her face with a tenderness I never knew I was capable of. 

“I won't, I'm dying. Help me.”

I nod and place my lips on her, giving in to the temptation I tried my best to avoid. 

Heavens! How can someone's lips taste so delicious? She's like a mix of honey and nectar, making me more enchanted with each second I kiss her. 

*****

An ear piercing scream wakes me up, and I instinctively reach for the gun hidden at my waist. 

“You bastard! What did you do to me?” A girly voice which seems to be half crying and half furious shouts, at the same time I feel something soft hit my head. I carefully hide the gun with my jacket and raise my head to look at her. 

“Don't attack good people. Last night, I rescued you from an evil man who wanted to rape you and brought you here. Don't you remember?” I ask, smiling at the little angel who is on the bed gritting her teeth. 

I feel like laughing as I watch her trying to keep the blanket wrapped around her, while hurling anything her hands can reach at me. 

“You liar! Then why am I naked? I will kill you!” She shouts, making the laughter I have been holding back to come tumbling out. 

“You you you. You're mocking me!”

I smile and stand up from the sofa at the foot of the bed where I slept last night, and get into the bed, enjoying the look of terror on her face. 

“Sorry, little angel, I'm not laughing at your plight. You just look so cute. Your friends drugged you and let that old man take you away. You're lucky I found your friends suspicious and monitored them. I had to give you a bath to see if the aphrodisiac would go away, but it didn't. So…”

“So…” She whispers, her brown eyes shining with tears. 

“So you forced yourself on me.” I mutter and make a sad face. 

“Ah?” 

Her mouth is wide open, and the look on her face has ‘you're lying’ boldly written on it. I clear my throat and look away. 

“Don't worry, we didn't go too far. I couldn't bring myself to go all the way knowing you were drugged. I only used my fingers to relieve, mmmm,....”

Before I know it, I turn to a stutterer before this little pumpkin, trying to avoid more words.

“So technically, you're still a virgin. I didn't tamper with…” I quickly add, trying to offer myself a way out. Her innocent eyes have a way of beating my dead conscience, making me avoid her eyes. 

Before I can say more, she bursts into tears as she dresses herself beneath the sheets. Ah? She is already crying? What if I actually told her the truth that I also used my tongue on her? What will she do then? Bash her head against a wall? 

“What will I tell my boyfriend?” She mutters and leaves the room, wiping her tears profusely. 

“Boyfriend?” I growl in anger. All the happy feelings in my heart are immediately replaced by jealousy and rage. 

Lance walks in at that moment, and glances briefly at the tangled sheets. 

“The girl that just left now, I need every information about her you can get from when she was a baby, her so-called boyfriend, and her family. You have one hour.” I say coldly and walk into the bathroom. 

“Boyfriend? I'm sorry little pumpkin. From the moment you threw your arms around me last night, you became mine. No other man can have you. I will kill him if he dares to touch you.” I mutter, clenching my fist.