Alone

                         VOID

Next morning, I woke up with a text from Damien, telling me Sylas had been spotted somewhere.

Sylas was a brother to one of my dead targets who was supposed to be dead as well. He wasn't my major target, and that was the reason he wasn't killed initially. But after learning he could be a threat, I put him on my list.

He had gone into hiding, knowing I was coming for him. I had concluded he was dead. But well, now he was back again. Obviously, a man could never hide forever.

I worked out in my gym, took my bath, dressed into an all-black outfit and found my way to one of my black cars. Approaching the gate, my gateman slid it open for me. Gabriel was someone I had picked from the trash two years ago. I saved his life and gave him a new purpose to live. And since then, he's been working for me.

Of course, I took my time to run some background check on him and got to know he didn't have a family. I learnt all about his previous acquaintances. Man only had three.

So, he was someone I could trust. I was certain of it.

Don't get me wrong, I only saved the motherfucker 'cause I needed someone pathetic to work for me. Since he was a nobody, I knew it wouldn't be difficult getting him to owe his life to me. I took advantage of his misery and now, I am the only god he knows. So, don't go around thinking I saved him 'cause I gave two shits about his life. I didn't.

...

In half an hour, I arrived at the location Damien had sent to me. I exited the car, got into the building and began my survey. I knew he wouldn't be in anymore. So, I asked around. But neither of the bitches in there had noticed him.

It was a complex for female wears. That alone gripped my attention. Why the hell was Sylas in a female shop? Did the son of a bitch have a girlfriend or what? Well, that would make killing him more fun. And perhaps, the pussy too.

I had been too relaxed on Sylas 'cause he wasn't a major target. But now, my instincts were telling me needed to be dead. Since I had my mind on it now, it would only take a couple of days before he's made a corpse.

...

I visited somewhere else after leaving the complex. Noon came quickly and I decided to stop by a restaurant to eat.

I hate it when bitches can't get their eyes off me. What's there to like about a man who could put a bullet in your head without flinching? They had no idea.

Even before I settled on my seat, a lady already walked up to me.

"Good day, sir. Delighted to have you here. May I take your order, please?" She had a fúcking smile on as she held her pen and notepad. Her smile irked me so much, I wanted nothing more than to wipe it off her face.

Ignoring her for a few seconds, I cast a quick look around the restaurant. Just six people in, minding their businesses. They didn't look like people that could be after me.

I returned my attention to the lady.

"Broccoli cheddar soup." I said to her. She nodded with a smile before leaving.

Few minutes later, she returned with my order in a tray, set it down and flashed that triggering smile again before turning around to leave.

I gripped her hand, pulling her to a stop. She turned to look at me, her brows gathered in surprise.

I picked up my spoon, mixed the soup in the bowl and fetched a spoonful.

"Have a taste." My tone was flat.

She gasped lightly.

"S...Sir? I'm afraid I'm not allowed to..."

"I don't give a damn what your restrictions are. Have a taste." My voice grew impatient.

I hated it when motherfuckers didn't know how to comprehend. If only we could have smarter humans.

Seeing the danger in my eyes, she leaned forward to take the spoon into her mouth, but I pulled it away from her, returning it to the bowl. Her eyes flashed with confusion.

"Leave." I grumped, looking down at the meal.

I could tell she was perplexed. But of course, she didn't have the guts to ask any questions and just scurried off.

I began eating, knowing it was safe. I was a master at reading people, and the innocence in her eyes had told me the food was clean. A lot of people wanted me dead. Hence, it was only right to be extra careful.

I was halfway into my meal when I paused abruptly, my spoon hanging from the top of my lips.

I didn't pause 'cause I saw something or someone threatening. I didn't pause 'cause I had remembered something extremely important to do regarding a mission. I paused for the first time, because I had forgotten I had a bitch at home who was locked up in a room.

"Shit!" I cursed when the realization hit me.

I had completely forgotten about her, it was more like she didn't exist in my head. To think it was noon and she hadn't eaten a thing yet...

"Damn you, Rocco!" I gritted, turning to the counter and snapping my fingers at the waiters.

The first lady rushed over to meet me.

"I need some macaroni and cheese. Make it quick." I grumped.

She nodded and hurried off.

I brushed my fingers into my hair and groaned. I told Rocco it was a bad idea, an extremely bad idea. My whole life, I've never had to care for anyone. Hence, keeping someone in my care was the same as sentencing her to death. She might be dead before the end of the third day.

The waitress returned with my order and packed up the one in front of me. I paid and left without wasting any time.

....

I hated the fact that I was going home to feed some bitch. It wouldn't have been a bad idea to let her starve some more, but considering the fact that she was wounded and had lost a lot of blood, she would lose consciousness before evening.

Close to my apartment, I checked his CCTV as usual to be sure there's been no break-in. Everything was still intact.

I arrived home and alighted the car with the nylon in my hand. My skin prickled with anger as I ascended the stairs, stopped by my room to get the keys, then proceeded to her room. I unlocked the door and walked in to find her coiled up on the bed, looking and smelling like a mess. Definitely, anyone would stink with that much blood dried up on them.

She looked so weak. Fragile. Broken. I could see it in her body language as she forced herself up to look at me. She lifted her left hand over her injured arm, holding it. She cast her eyes down on the floor, giving off the impression that I was a monster. Well, good for her. Because I was.

I walked towards her and dropped the bag on the bed.

"Eat up." I couldn't stop myself from echoing with irritability.

She looked at me fearfully, then took her to eyes to the bag in front of her. With shaky hands, she drew it closer, took out the packs and opened them.

I could see the fear in her eyes. She must have had a single moment of doubt there, wondering if the food was safe or not. But she was so hungry, she didn't let it matter.

Desperately, she picked up the spoon and began eating. I watched quietly as she rushed the meal, like a prisoner that had been starved for weeks.

She had no eating manners and kept leaving crumbs all over, including on her lips. Hell, she had been more than hungry. But as I watched her, I felt nothing. I'd be damned if I said I felt the tiniest pang of guilt. Hell no, I didn't.

I scanned my eyes around and realized she'd be needing a change of clothes. On a normal day, I'd never had given a damn. But since she was in my house, in my room, I needed to keep the air clean.

I cursed Rocco under my breath as I exited the room and headed for my car. I had no bitches' clothes in here. But it pissed me off to know I had to get one.

"Two more days." I reminded myself as I sat in my car. "Two more days, and she'll be out of here."

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                   JERAH

I'd always known food was essential to human survival. Until this day, I never knew exactly how.

I had been so close to losing my sanity before he arrived, serving as an answer to my prayers. When I took the food from him, the thought of it being poisoned flickered through my mind. But why would he go through the stress of poisoning me when he could possibly kill me in easier ways?

I ate like I'd never had to eat before. I didn't mind the fact that he was watching me. I didn't mind the fact that I kept leaving crumbs. I ate with a desperation to push everything down my throat in one go.

I finished eating before realizing he'd left no water behind. Extremely thirsty, I stood up and went to the door.

"H...Hello?" I tapped lightly and placed my ear on it, listening for the slightest sound.

"I need some water, please."

A minute passed, but no response came.

Slowly, I grabbed the knob and twisted it. And to my surprise, it opened. It wasn't locked?

I didn't have the time to digest it all. I stepped out quickly and followed my instincts in locating wherever could get me water.

I took slow, careful steps, not knowing where I was or where I could come into. I had to limp due to the pains coming from my wounded leg. Passing a couple of rooms, I found a staircase and took it, descending it.

I got into the living room and my eyes widened in astonishment, realizing just how big and luxurious the house was. How could a man as evil as he was live in a place like this? Growing up, I always thought evil men lived in dirty places. This...this should belong to a person of light.

I stood there for a couple of minutes, admiring the beauty of the place. Everything was made of the highest quality - the furnitures, the big TV console and screen, the chandeliers, decors.... It was magnificent! How could he have so much money? Probably from stealing from others?

Remembering I was thirsty, I looked around and found a refrigerator beside the dining. I scurried towards it, had it open and took out a cold bottle of water. Gulping it gave me so much relief I never knew I needed.

I emptied the entire bottle and took another. Only then did I realize the opportunity in front of me. I've been down here for some minutes. If he was in, he'd have come around already, right? Was it possible he wasn't in?

A quick thought played in my head. What if this was my chance?

My eyes darted to the door, and swiftly, I ran for it. But I was hit with disappointment when it wouldn't budge. It was locked.

"Oh, God." I murmured softly.

Another thought danced in my head, but it was too fearful. My entire life, I've never had to be violent. I barely even knew what it was. But I knew little on defense.

Following my instincts, I found my way to the kitchen and looked around for a weapon. When I found a knife, I gasped and put it away. No, there was no way I was making use of a knife. Never!

I kept looking until I found a fork. A fork should do. At least, it wouldn't cause much damage like a knife would.

I left the kitchen, and getting into the living room, I found the door opening. I hid the fork in my dress and braced myself, expecting it to be him. But when the door opened, it was someone else.

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                        VOID

I watched from my phone as the bitch walked down the stairs and admired the living room. Damn me for leaving her door unlocked. Now, she had the gutting right to look round my house.

It irked me. Irked me so much.

I watched as she took some water, then ran to the door to escape. I scoffed. She was a dreamer to think she could ever get away.

I watched the disappointment that crept into her face as she proceeded to the kitchen where she searched for something.

My stomach soured. I knew it! She was searching for a weapon, wasn't she? The killer bitch in her was finally coming out.

My eyes glinted as I watched her take the knife and gave it a long stare. But my anger swapped with confusion as she tossed the knife away and went for a fork instead.

What the hell?! Did she just trash the knife to make use of a fork instead? Who on earth does that?!