Mad For You

Zebian sighed heavily and pressed his lips before facing his back on her. He sat in a kneeling position while Renai read his movement. The cruel sight had caught her eyes, those torrents of tattered scars gracing his skin. She gulped when she began scrutinising the bruises. Some were new, some were faded patches but all of them were equally spine-chilling. The old scars were lighter than the newer ones but they equally told a story. Every scar had its own different story. The older ones were severely carved on his skin, the rough patches were tattooed on it and they made her wonder when did he get them.

“You see them? What do you think they are?” Zebian asked her, causing gooseflesh on her skin. Renai’s eyes flitted on the back of his head and gulped yet again.

“I don’t know,” She cloaked through her parched throat. Zebian smiled.

“Look closely, you may find an answer,” He said. Renai breathed deeply and scooted an inch closer. Her eyes attentively roamed at the patchwork. The bruis