Grace- "I love you, Blush..." “Sorry, we’re not supposed to have a relationship with our customers…” I jerked his hand off of mine sliding my panty up. “Would you mind?” I turned my back asking him to hook my bra. I only heard him sigh as he gently touched my back, his hands groping my body. “Can you please just love me? I’ll take you away from this ugly world.” His voice sounded desperate but it couldn’t reach me and I replied with a smirk. “Why are you here then?” I rummaged through his pocket, took the cigarette out and thumped my body on the bed. His eyes quickly landed on my boobs as they jingled because of the strong pounce, and a grin escaped from my lips. I loved the rheostat I have over men; it makes me feel powerful, prevailing, invincible. Unlike the time when I was scared of these libidinous men. These hungry monsters only thrive for my body just to quench their thirst. “When am I going to meet you again?” He kept on fidgeting with his fingers, no matter how innoc
“I'm Ford.” He placed his hand on the knot of my robe leisurely opening it. But before he could move on, his phone chimed and I heard him groan. “Ugh, God…” It was fun watching him frown like a kid, entirely different from his appearance. Dark. Authoritative. Honed. He walked up to his phone and declined it, it rang again, and he sighed before picking it up. “Better be important because this phone call is taking away my snack.” He licked his lips looking at me and again ran his hands through his hair. I did the job he failed at and threw my robe aside. His eyed landed on my boobs stuffed in the see-through bra and I opened my legs wide for him, he turned his gaze away. It felt terrible, did he reject me? “Just kill them, na… what’s all this fuss about?” He yelled, and I gulped in fear, the distance between my legs gradually decreased from his threatening words. Of course, he’s a mafia but still, he isn’t supposed to leak out intimidating things off his mouth this casually. He di
“Come inside” I heard a hoarse voice as someone asked me to follow him. I have never been to places as huge as this. A long hallway with countless security guards standing on sentinel. It didn’t look like a house of loan sharks, but you never know what one’s hiding under their sleeves. “Grace…” My brother’s voice gushed to my ear from a corner and he came into appearance and hugged me abruptly. I embraced him tightly shedding tears, I kept on kissing his face feeling a sense of relief. “I’m sorry, p---please forgive your sister…” I sniveled while sniffing his scent, and scanned his body to find any marks of hurt. “I’m okay… you don’t have to cry; Grey will cry too…” He wiped my tears and I smiled hugging him again. “Grace?” I got startled upon hearing a sudden voice, I felt chills running down my spine as I caught my name in a hoarse voice, it never felt so... intimidating before… “What a pretty name… pretty…just like you.” I hid my brother behind me and turned to look at him,
The days went by smoothly and Mr. Ford, easily vanished from my life, as if he never existed. We moved into a big apartment just like my brother wanted and I continued working as a sex worker. But nothing was easy, entering into the murkiness, I found him sitting on the chair. Apathetic. Unbothered. Alluring. Green eyes, pretty face, ugly heart, no- no heart at all. “Have I for once, tried to force you?” It was kept completely confidential that he was arriving since I would’ve said no. “Relax, I’m just here to talk.” He stood up, his heels meeting the floor, a tall man, too tall to eat up the distance between us in milliseconds. “It’s benefitting you in so many ways, why are you denying it? You can get your loan paid in an instant, your brother can live in peace plus, you won’t have to sleep around with so many people. Touching STD’s and whatnot.” Sure… if only that was my concern. “What’s benefitting you from this? Why are you being kind to a prostitute like me?” I pushed him a
I opened my eyes and found myself in a new, unknown place, I only sensed the warmth and was at ease lying under thick blankets. Thick blankets… Thick blankets? I hate the winter season; it makes my body stiff and tired without even doing anything. I sprung up from the bed and yawned having a great sleep of heaven. Great sleep… Great sleep? “Good morning…” My body stiffened as I heard a manly voice, I felt my breath pacing upon the hoarse voice and saw him leaning against the door. “W---what are you doing here?” I asked hiding inside the blanket as a reflex. My body jolted as he walked towards me. “Well, why can’t I be here?” He smirked and I looked at my surroundings. I didn’t know I was at his home. “W---what am I doing here?” I queried being mortified of myself; I didn’t look into his eyes recalling what happened last night. Paradise. Ford. Panic. “You fainted last night and I brought you home.” He made it look so easy and this was the second time I forgot about my broth
Where should I hide? He’s everywhere, the more I think about him, the angrier I get. Now he’s browbeating me to become his sex partner. I have forgotten about everything because he constantly plays on mind, like stars in the night, light in the day. Painful. Horrid. Scarce. “What happened last night?” My manager grabbed my hand to scold me but I had no energy left to fight him. “I’m sorry… I’m going to work…” I left without minding him. Life hasn’t even given me the chance to complain about things, it just turned out too ugly before I could even process and this is where it is heading now. I can see it coming, this man is not gonna stop until I agree. Sometimes I think, it’s just sex so I shouldn’t be acting this way but then I realize the trauma from my past. Just because his touch has a different feeling to it, and I feel my insides crashing down from his voice. “Grace…” I heard a familiar voice, “Jess…” I mumbled, and he hurried to my direction. He was my stylist and someone
Some people survive the chaos and that is how they grow and some people thrive in chaos because chaos is all they know, the latter one is me. This world is beautiful but has a disease called, ‘man’. The man who’s walking in my direction, with blood in his hands, the man who’s hell-bent on ruining me. The man who has begun spreading his venom in my life already. Mask is used to hide the inner self however; I believe people like Levi don’t understand it. He is the darkness he depicts and doesn’t give a fuck about the world’s fuckery. Touch what’s mine and I’ll ruin whatever is yours! I gulped as he grabbed my hand taking me away from the cafeteria while the crowd was gasping and murmuring in shock. I kept on walking not knowing where it’s gonna end perhaps, not anytime soon since it’s just begun. “You don’t have to sleep with him anymore.” He finally let go of my hand wiping the blood. “Remember when I asked for your opinion? Me neither!!” I grunted rubbing my hands with my cloth
“Do you prefer dangerous freedom over peaceful slavery?” His voice husky as ever, his steps increasing thrill and trepidation in my bones. “I prefer everything over you…” My words sounding as if I’m poised. Yes, I choose dangerous freedom because peaceful slavery for you is quite dangerous itself. “This isn’t fair” I muttered as he pulled me closer grabbing my waist in his huge hands, his breath fell on me like snow in winter. His voice coaxing me to give in, and I whimpered from the heath I’m about to face. “Nobody smart plays fair.” He whispered, his lips slowly growing nearer to my face. I looked away and felt him smile near my cheeks. I saw him, he saw me, I looked away but then I looked back, and he was still looking at me. “Angel…” He whispered and I closed my eyes. Angel? Me? Not. Me. Letting go of the guard I had put, wanting to live for the first and the last time, he was making me want things I didn’t want, things like love. He doesn’t love me but, I want him to touch
Life and death, it doesn’t come with a warning, dreams and nightmares are the same. Because I found him standing before me, nightmare? No. My death. One moment I was dying with pleasure and the other, I had Levi’s words ringing inside my head. The notion called sanity has turned into just vague and timid emotions for me. Not him but his death haunts me, and at times like these? “You okay?” His brow rose up, worry cascading on his face, I want to nod, I want to say yes but I can’t. And I'm guilty, I'm feigning ignorance. I don’t want to face the look he’s having right now, the look which is not sympathetic, because my eyes, they speak a different language than usual. The thought of thinking about Levi in an indecent way never struck me before, and by this am I, am I breaking Phoenix’s heart? Am I, am I cheating on him? With a dead person? I want to shut these thoughts down, because I know I love him, but by any chance do I have feelings for Levi at the same time? No, no, I'm
The value of life for me has become ambiguous. What is life other than days of death and nights of haunts? Isn’t it better to just end it? When all I see is dick waiting to be shoved inside some pussy. But I didn’t know, killing someone would make my soul bright. I feel reborn. I feel invincible, I feel like I can take over the world and nothing, nothing scares me anymore. “Where were you?” His hoarse voice was enough to tell me the storm I'm about to face soon. A hint of rage coursing through. I looked around the dark hall, no one but a sound, a sound, anger, ire, fury, Phoenix. Words that don’t go along with him were what I felt all together coming at me. And before his frame, the bright caramel eyes appeared within the dark. I gasped. “God, you scared me.” I tried to mock it off. “I scared you?” He growled and sluggishly ambled at me. His hands crossed at his chest, waiting for a justification I don’t have. Of course, I'm not going to tell him I killed someone, and I’m ha
I love Phoenix, but remember when I said that maybe I'm ready to give up on my past and start a new life with him? Forget it. Because I'm not ready. I never will be, the fluid named vengeance runs as blood in my veins and I’d be dead if not for it. I had hope, in the basement. Revenge was that hope. You see, I never lied when I said, I am a beast. The names on the diary, Archie killed them from the first page, since he’s locked up at Levi’s mansion, he couldn’t have finished them off. So, I’ll start from the end. Phoenix doesn’t know, he shouldn’t. He’s right, I don’t do walks, because I kill. But when did it start? When I had finally given up on this diary, I was about to throw it off the bridge. To start anew, fresh, road to unicorns and clouds and skies and everything bright. The water as blue as the sky, the sky I wanted to touch, and that day I realized I'm not meant to touch it. I took a deep breath, I had Phoenix’s poems, his emotions printed on his book, I don’t need
Grace- I’m not the narrator, this is my story. And I choose how I live it. However strong I may act, deep down I recall the moment when I held the gun before him and I didn’t feel powerful, I felt like a traitor. Weapons that sometimes make you feel invincible, take your strength away. The gun that’s supposed to save you, take your life, and all you see blood scattered around, his blood, Levi’s blood. So, the power I felt was nothing but my fears gushing inside to press the trigger and take his life. And no matter how hard I try, his face, is always before me. And the agony of his words never seems to fade. He said, he doesn’t know fancy words to woo girls, and I want scoff at him and forget about it. But it turns out that he is a liar, a rather professional one. I’d be lying if I said, I don’t think about him, I want to lie though. But whenever I close my eyes, a loop of memories hit me and as if I had less nightmares to live, Levi’s face added as a dressing on the top. My b
Levi- I’d lose to her endlessly but, I would never lose her. I don’t fucking care, how many wounds I get, or how many times I have to reincarnate. But for her, I’d come back, every time. Did I love her to let her go? Who the fuck am I? A stupid protagonist? Let her go just to see her smile, to hell with that. If only she killed me, or ruptured a spleen, made me frail even to walk, so that I had reasons to stop looking for her but, now that I’m alive, I will look for her. I won’t wait for that silver lining; I’ll fucking bring the clouds down and see if she was sitting up there. “Don’t people drown themselves in alcohol at times like these?” I wonder how he managed to come out alive, when he had a rib broken, a dislocated shoulder. “You consider alcohol as a numbing agent, but I want to feel every inch of my bones shatter, I want to feel this pain.” So that the grief shrieks with joy and tells me it was worth the torment. So that when she mends me, I could feel the joy of being
This is the diary that Grace found in her room. The diary with poems, figured, you'd want to read it.I met a girl today, beautiful and beautiful and beautiful and everything including beautiful. I don’t believe in love at first sight but I should or else I don’t know what to name this.Tragedy of souls that binds,that blinds,and all the wounds she gave me,wounds that I don’t mind,wounds I don’t hide,I confide,and just want our bodies to collide,and make her mine.Say you hate me,say you want to kill me,but never say,you want to leave me.If I vanish one day,remember to find me in your heart. If I could give you the world, I would.I should,But you are my world so,how I could?The way she moves her hair, like she’s calling for me. The way her laughter fills the room, I want to go deaf to the world’s gibberish.I believe I have fallen in love, and I‘m still falling... the only sound my heart can hear is... ’Make her yours.‘I’m unfamiliar with love,however, I’ll try ev
Phoenix- I just had moved from London and the last year of my schooling turned out to be a mandatory job. So, I was forced to complete it. I had forever been a loud kid, however my brother, Levi was always so quiet, that you wouldn’t even know his presence in the room until you see him in flesh and bones. He always walked like he never existed in this world, he only had one friend who was most likely to be Luther and didn’t talk to anyone… not even me. And then I entered the famous school in the city, ‘Stefan’s High’, and as expected it was boring until my eyes fell at something forbidden. “So, can I call you, my love?” An ugly ass blonde jerk, calling for someone. I followed his gaze and my insides twitched. Who is she? You see a star falling, but before you close your eyes to make a wish… it vanishes, that’s what happened. She was so beautiful that government should bar the number of eyes staring at her, including mine. It should be illegal; it is illegal to be this beautiful
Levi-Then, I guess I am an idiot and I'm proud of being one.For all the murders I committed so far, if only I took the life of the beasts who were laying hands on her, she wouldn’t be in pain.“Your phone is ringing!” Luther exclaimed breaking me out of my thoughts. “Is it him… again?” He questioned.My silence was enough for him to understand that it was none other than Ethan Redd. A name that shatters my bones.Apparently, Grace was not the only one having a bad childhood but it’s just that knowing her story, knowing whatever she went through, made my agony feel nothing in comparison.I just had this one animal in my life while she had to face the beats she didn’t know, her own m---mother. That charlatan of a mother, how heartless does one has to be to hate her own child?I'm glad Cassie’s dead but I wish to bring her back to life and kill her myself.“Why don’t you block him?” Luther added and I snorted at his. “Like technology will keep him away… he’s coming, no matter what!”I
Levi-Grace was sleeping soundly when I entered her room. I recalled the scar she has on her belly, it made me feel dead and the words escaped my mouth.“I’m sorry… Grace!!” I whispered under my breath and her lips furrowed as if she was throwing a tantrum.“I wish I could change everything; I wish I had taken you by your hand the night you were being sold.”I heard a movement; she could wake up any moment. But before I did, my eyes landed on a diary poking out of her pillow.I grabbed it carefully and vanished like I don’t exist. I rushed back to my room, I might be committing a sin but then again, I am no saint.I opened the first page, this diary was on the verge of falling apart, it was so old, older than my existence I believe.I flipped the page and saw names… so many of them, I turned pages but found the same thing. I don’t know what it was, just names of random people.I scratched my head in shock, what does it even mean?“Who else should I kill? Give me the names, tell me and