We both stopped in front of the creative hand’s booth which is our department’s booth. We laughed and chased after our breaths. A familiar figure passed by as if she didn’t saw us. She was looking and floating ahead. “Gugu?” I called but she ignored me. Something strange was going on. I jerked my hand out of Grip’s clasp and blocked Gugu’s way but she just passed through me. A mountain of snow fell over me and awakened the fine hairs all over my body. But there was something else that made me shiver. She was enveloped by darkness and it was leading her inside our booth. “Hypnotized,” Grip spelled out and followed her. “Is it serious?” I walked after him. His silence answered my question. It was beyond that mere adjective. My jaw dropped on the ground when we set foot in the booth. Different beautiful framed artworks were hanged on the walls and some floating in the air in varrying heights attached to the ceiling using thin white strings. On the foot of the wall were miniatures o
His hand tightened around my neck. Nails digging in my flesh. I was like a limp deer in front of a hungry lion, a hawk with broken wings cornered by a cobra, no escape, helpless. His palm pressed against my throat more. His slender fingers felt like tendrils around my neck. I trashed and buck, tried prying his fingers away, and clawed my fingers on his wrist uselessly but the more I resisted, the faster I ran out of air. Small ragged gasps escaped my throat, desperation to breathe overtook me. I looked into his eyes. It was burning with void and darkness as my lungs burn in pain. My lips curved a sour smile. What pained me more was the thought that my demise is in the hand of the person who once was my savior, my knight and shining armour. How ironic. My vision was spinning. My mind drew hazy. My limbs weakened. I felt like my veins will burst and my eyes would pop out. I could hear my heartbeat in my head and then the world started fading away. “Serra, wake up.” A faint voice thro
“Please take at least one bite.” I waved a piece of bread on his face but he remained still, crouching on the table with eyes closed. I pinched a piece of fried fish and waved it again but he didn’t budge. I poured tap water on a plastic bottle and extended it toward his mouth but still I received no reaction. “Don’t worry he won’t die– amm... he’s not alive nor dead in the first place.” Gugu scratched her head and awkwardly exited when I glared at her. I put everything aside and picked up Grip. I liftef him and stared at his eyes. “Tell me, Grip. What do you want to eat–” I closed my eyes in frustration as a warm sticky tongue licks my face. “You...” Gugu whispered in my ears echoing like those in cartoon horror movies. “Grip!” I put him away and wiped my face with the back of my hand. I received a message from Amanda. She chatted me that the program is about to start at any minute now. I threw everything away and carried Grip as carefully as I could. “I will be your shield in
Hues drained from Amara’s face. She lowered her head and focused herself on her phone. I put Grip on the table and he walked across and stopped in front of Amara. “You just made that thing trashed over our table. Yuck!” Victoria moved her seat away from Amara. Amara glanced at me then at Grip who was still a cat. I nodded telling her that the cat was him. She brushed his fur and pet the area under his chin. “Get that thing out of here.” Victoria raised her hand and was about to whack Grip but I caught her wrist. “Don’t you dare,” Amara and I warned her in chorus. “Fine!” She yanked her hand and crossed her arms on her chest. The usherettes in red served steaks at every table. They were wearing above-the-knee red dresses, red cocktail hat, red lips, black apron from their waists, and black shoes. I was relieved to see the color of their shoes. “This was requested by young mistress herself for her friends.” The usher served us a bottle of wine in an aluminum bucket filled with ic
SUZYThat medius just ruined my day, again. Now I don’t know how and to whom I could release my desire.I kept on wandering around to look for possible targets, the one I like and could give me multiple org*sms. I want to beat my five org*sm record with a single man last month. F*ck! I was stuck with just two org*sms for a month now and that was all because of that creepy, disgusting, low-class medius.I have to get rid of her for good.I saw a man with a big stomach and an ugly face on the way. I couldn’t endure having sex with such a face even if I close my eyes. He’s a no for me.I passed by him but my body trembled. The heat was slowly eating my body. It has only been minutes since I satisfied myself. Why so sudden?“F*ck! I need sex!” I looked back at the ugly man and ran my hand on his c*ck.He was shocked but pleasure took over him right after. I dragged him to the empty alley between the abandoned buildings. He traced my arms and I shivered in hate because of his rough skin. I
After I was able to gain my composure back, I went back to the dead body. I grabbed my clothes and wore them back. “Who exactly is Grey Preston?” My smile soured. He set me on fire just by his presence yet he washed it away with just his aura. The fire in me was slowly dying. I sat beside the dead body and rubbed my fingers against my folds through my panty. I always loved dry rubbing but what the hell is wrong with me? I slid a finger in and moaned. I slapped myself multiple times while fingering fast but I felt nothing. Pain always add spice to sex and I was addicted to it. I groaned and pulled my hair in frustration. I banged my head on the wall. The flame in me died. “This is all your fault, Serra!” I brought out my knife and stabbed the dead man’s belly unconsciously. My hand quiver in anticipation and pleasure. I sat across the dead man’s body and stared at his cold body. His mouth was slightly apart and his eyes were open. I leaned forward and visualized him as Serra. His
She was wearing a crimson-red dress, heels, and a veiled cocktail hat. I couldn’t see her face because she was looking on the floor but her smirk... Her bloody-red smirk marked my soul. She looked at me straight to the eyes. I held my chest and sighed in relief after seeing her face. “You scared the hell out of me!” I exclaimed and chuckled. There was something bizarre in her eyes. She was often sweet and rude? Yeah rude but sweet. Right now all I could see was her creepy grin. There was something behind that grin. It was the same with mine when I want to kill someone– My heart bounced fast against my chest. There were knots in my stomach. My heart and stomach were nervous at the same time. Is this fear? “Did I?” She scratched her neck and gave me an awkward smile. “You should be.” Her face turned as cold as the blade of the knife she was holding. Her knife was smaller than the knife I always carry with me. I snickered on the back of my head. I’ve been holding on to that knife
She held me in place squeezing my cheeks inward. We were both of the same height and size but it was obvious on my side that she was stronger than I am and I hate to admit it. She forced my mouth open and slid her hand in grabbing my tongue and all of a sudden everything went black. I flicked when I felt a warm liquid dripped down my legs. “I’m glad you’re awake,” my make up artist greeted and stopped applying lipstick on my lips. Did I fell asleep? I looked around and everything was normal. I sighed in relief. It was just a bad dream. “Go... go... go. You’ll perform in few minutes!” She pushed me out of the room. I made my way to the lift. I felt strange. I felt something wasn’t right. I felt incomplete. I could feel my confidence dying. Something is wrong with me. One of the technicians handed me a wireless mic before I entered the lift. The lift is located under the stage and it will reveal me to the crowd. “You still look gorgeous,” she complimented and revealed herself ou
SERRA “Dad,” I called him.It has been days yet he was still sad and listless.“What can do for yoy, sweetheart?” He forced a smile but the sadness in his eyes was visible.“I-I want to ask you about someone.” I lowered my head.“Come here.” He tapped the space beside him. I obliged and sat next to him. “About who?” he asked.“About my mom,” I stuttered.Hearing the last word he was grief-stricken. I felt bad asking about it.“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t feel like it, dad,” I sincerely said.He shook his. “It’s about time.” He smiled genuinely. “What do you want to know about her?”“What does she look like?” I asked even though I already knew.He moved away and pulled something out of the drawer of his bedside table. He gave me a round object. It was metal-like and silver in color with gold Vines and red roses all over.“Open it,” he told me after handing it over.I ran my thumb tracing the vine and pulled the top part upward. I saw myself, my reflection.“You’re a carbon
The moment the water swallowed me I held my breath. There’s no way I’m letting the cold enter me. I looked up but it’s all water above me. My hair floats over my head like seaweeds. In the rashness of the moment, I began flinging my arms out.I expect to come back out and I did. I gasped for air before sinking again. I kicked my legs and flapped my arms and I was back to the surface again. But each chance to breathe became further apart. Each breath was less than the last.I tried once more. The more I struggle the more disoriented I became. I felt like I’m trashing inside an invisible prison. My first instinct was to get some air but there should be something else. I couldn’t fight for air forever. I need to find a way out.I pushed with my legs and arms and when I was able to bob my head out of the water, I breath as deep as I could. The water pulled me again. I looked around and saw a wall. The fear I felt was overlain by hope. I flicked my feet and tried to reach the walk. It was
“No... That couldn’t be.” Kate staggered backward. “It should be there. I should be there,” she repeatedly uttered pulling her hair.I run towards her. “Don’t worry, Kate. We are going to find Lulu’s body.” I assured her and patted her shoulder.She yanked her shoulder away from my grasp and took a few steps backwards. She kept on pulling her hair and her eyes were restless. She didn’t know where to focus them.“W-What if that thing took it? W-What if that thing swallowed it?” Her breathing turned shallow and fast. She punched her head with boths hands wandering with little steps. She’s mentally unstable. I walked near her and caught her hands stopping her from hitting herself.“Stop it, Kate. You’re hurting yourself,” I told her.She already suffered enough. I couldn’t bear watching her like this.“That thing swallowed Lulu whole!” she squealed oogling her eyes at me.I grabbed her cheeks and made her look at me. “What thing, Kate? What thing?”After a moment of touching her face m
“I am sorry for ignoring you, guys.” Kate lowered her head. “I was just scared of Lulu. I’ve known her for years and I didn’t know she was capable of any of that. I know she won’t hurt any of you though. She was just after me.” Her voice cracked. I moved closer to her and rubbed her back. Comforting her is the only thing I could do for her right now. “Nothing of that is your fault, Kate. Monsters are made. Envy made Lulu into one.” I pulled her making her lean into me as she sobs. “But she is still the Lulu that we know. She’s a beautiful flower,” I added. She lifted her eyes to meet mine. “Will she become a flower forever? Are we going to meet her, the real her?” “No.” I shook my head. “In the next life I could be an animal or a plant or I could be in your body and you could be in mine. It depends on the decisions we make at this lifetime. That doesn’t mean we aren’t real. The real us is not our flesh but our soul.” I wiped her tears away. She nodded and smile. She leaned against
I dropped my phone after hearing what she said. I hastely went back to the elevator and ran again toward the gym. It was passed two in the afternoon already. “Serra, here!” Mandy waved her hand at me. I ran in thier direction. I gasped for air. “Where is Amanda?” “Amara called and they were together at the moment. What’s going on?” She looked both worried and confused. I looked at Lulu’s direction and Mandy already got what I meant. “Lulu!” I approached her. She turned around and faced me. She was wearing an ice-cold expression, far from the Lulu that I knew. Something was really not right here. I saw Kate died but her name wasn’t carved at the black scroll. I shook the doubt in my mind and focused to the present. “Lulu, grab my hand and get out of the body.” I lend my hand to her but just like before she just stared down my hand. “Yes, Lulu. Do it. Trust her,” Mandy encouraged. She looked at me and smiled. I was relieved to see her smile but my heart started to race pushing m
“Are you sure about that?” Grip asked. “Yes, bring me back to the mansion. I chose to front my fear.” I firmly said. He nodded and smiled. He was proud. He grabbed my waist and pulled me nigh him. Lulu’s and Dorothy’s name was already written on the scroll of death and today was the thirteenth day from Xyrus’ supposed to be death. I wanted to save them, to do that I need to watch dad’s every move. I was not certain if my plan would work but I have to try at least. “Grip, something’s off–” I turned around but he wasn’t here anymore. “Grip?” I sighed and just walked the long way toward the mansion. He was vanishing from my sight very often this days. It was a sign that he would leave and cross to the other side very soon. As I walk the garden I came across with bronze maids. They would avoid taking the same way as I do. They would even avoid staring in my eyes. I stared at the huge closed door before me. Just by thinking of going inside gave me goosebumps. I took a deep breath. I p
Fear enveloped me when I arrived at the mansion. Dead bodies of maids were lying everywhere in the front yard. The metallic scent of blood was giving me a feeling of gagging. I looked around hoping that I could find someone breathing but I was too late. Some were beheaded, some were stabbed multiple times, and chopped like a piece of meat. “Ahh!” I snapped my head in the mansion’s direction. I knew that scream and it was coming from the mansion. I ran and ran. Ran as fast as I could. I pushed the mansion’s door wide open. In front of me was dad wearing his usual coldness. In front of him stood Amanda. She was dressed like the lady in red. I saw no emotion in her eyes. Dad placed his hand on her shoulder and whispered to her, “say hi to your sister.” Amanda slowly raised her hand and waved at me like a puppet. “Hi...” Dad’s lips twitched. He didn’t like what Amanda did. His fingers turned black and grew long. Digging its sharpness in her shoulder. “Do it with a smile.” He gritted h
“Why did we stop?” I poked my head out of my carriage’s window. “A man dropped in the middle of the road, madame,” the coachman responded. I rose from my seat but a man stopped me by grabbing my arm. His face was a bit blurry but the longer I stare the much clearer his face become. My brows furrowed to see Xyrus who was wearing a weird looking clothes from the past. The breeches were long and fairly full in cut, reaching just below the knee. The doublet has a high waist at the sides and back, extending to a point in front. A deliberate opening of the seam on each sleeve allows the fine linen shirt underneath to be seen. He completed his attire with a cape that spans almost a full circle. I looked at myself. I was wearing a deep brown gown with a low rounded neckline and a small ruff paired with a winged collar. The tight sleeves have pronounced shoulder wings and deep lace cuffs. It has a matching petticoat pinned into flounces on a drum or cartwheel farthingale. I looked at him an
“D-Dad?” I whispered. He did not answer. I brought my phone out and opened my flashlight. I directed the light to his face. “Grip? What are you doing here?” He lended me his hand and pulled me up on my feet. “I should be the one asking you that. What are you doing here in the middle of the night? Are you seriously sneaking?” He made me turn my back at him and wiped the dust off my pajamas. “Yes, I am. So will you lower your voice now?” I scolded him in a whispering manner. “Do you think you won’t get caught? Maybe you passed through the elderlies but how about that?” He grabbed my hand and directed my phone’s light to the ceiling. I felt like my effort went to nothing to see the CCTV camera blinking red taunting me. I face-palmed. “You are lucky because you have a handsome boyfriend to the rescue.” He winked at me. “What did you do?” I narrowed my eyes at him. “Don’t looked at me like that. I just saved you from trouble. I moved the camera to somewhere that wouldn’t caught you.”