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warning: slight sexual activity and violence.

MY FINGERS SLOWLY trail down and finally they reach where I want them, inside my figa. I moan lowly when they made contact with my wet folds.

The sight of Aristide bending over the desk, the perky ass that urge me once at least once to spank roughly and rub the swollen cheeks. My face looks like a boiled egg ready to come out from the hotpot. I open the gateway to my orgasm. My sharp nails scratch the mound while my other hand works across my bosom. I circle the stiff bud and pull it harshly earning a moan out for myself.

My nudity is well hidden from the white plain curtain as no such worry of being caught is now a matter in my hand. Now, my only concern is the orgasm that I always need to handle whenever I play that tough superior game. The way he tried to act or better exposed his second personality damped my panties.

Now the question arises, who will be killing each other and be the ruler in bed?

The slow strokes soon turn into ramming inside, hitting the accurate locations where I want them. I imagine his thick meat which hung like a fucking pendulum making my figa wet, soaking up the vaginal walls which soon force out the essence making me sigh in relief.

I flick my clitoris once again and wash my body, more like scrubbing the nether regions.

Suddenly, from the corner of my eye, a shadow quickly passes by. I turn around only to find a blank space.

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The blades I keep furnished are tucked nicely underneath the soft pillows which soon get into work when two shadows reflect from either side of the darkroom.

Being a light sleeper, even a soft tap of someone's shoes alerts my brain and so the same thing arises here.

Clothes were never an obstacle to my sleep, I always keep extra sleepwear cause I sleep naked like pulled out from birth. My body is already been drenched in marks and burns and now new lines shall be carved and maybe I might get my death note soon.

The figures appear from two sides while I tightly hold the blades underneath my pillows. Just when one reaches  toward me, I swing my blade slitting the person's throat open. The painful cry escapes from his throat alert the other one.

He attacks first, operating his knife close to my skin. I rise, as the blanket pull down like a puddle around me. The masked man's eyes widen and I take the distraction as my advantage rotating the blade between my fingers and stabbing his eye. Blood splash my face staining my skin like a velvety shawl.

He mindlessly fires his gun, not one knocking me out while I stand behind him tying my nightie into a perfect bow. I bend forward whispering lowly, "I am here."

As soon as he turns back, I take his gun and shoot him. Finally, when none of the bullets are stored inside I put down my hand, my curled fingers loosen and soon the metal falls. I look in front of the mirror witnessing the cerise crawling the edges of my jaws dripping down like droplets of rainwater.

The sound of more footsteps edges the corner of my open windows. I quickly poise into action, bending down a little and taking a quick pose in attack mode. Just when one of them reaches to meet the entrance of Hades, I half pivot hitting square his jaws. The fallen gun by him urges me to take it and soon release bullets at the man.

More sound of grappling hooks aware me. The banging at my lock door is prominent but now I am immune to it. It's my war and damn if I let anyone take my spotlight. I take the blades which made a screeching noise when collided against the wooden table.

I turn back as soon as a shadow appears from behind, stabbing the son of a bastard for ruining my already nightless sleep. I flip the blade in the air and soon catch hold of it puncturing holes in the guard who followed his master.

I throw my left blade front while with my other hand pull the scarlet paint blade from the person's body. During every process, cuts, wounds, bruises decorated my skin like a married wife on her first night. I gallop my scream dragging both of my blades down the man's front body.

By the last kill, the man whispers lowly coughing out blood, "Y-you don't deserve t-to b-be o-our queen."

I smile coldly, "I know." The once eyes that glare at me are now forever shut down.

I open my eyes glaring at the alarm clock which blared its robotic music. I press the off button and sigh eyeing the ceiling.

Coming back to the same house where my existence started is like placing the same piece of puzzles even though I know many pieces are well hidden, few are burnt while others are buried deep under six feet ground.

The same room which screams my nightmares are now smiling cruelly. Repetition of same formulae, the new colors to the wall laughs at me mocking me as they hid stains of a perfect crime. I may have a building call palace but inside every block and piece tells a story and certain crime that made the white walls shinier.

Just like Epiales, I am now the Goddess of a black dream, drained from all the innocence and now there exits dark clouds thundering like a fucking alarm to make me stay alive. I sighed eyeing the dark world outside.

After that incident, the house is well wrapped around with nails that poke out as soon as night flows. One touch from the outsiders soon will be the end of them.

I sigh, wrapping the brown shawl around me and heading inside the bathroom to start a new day, a new session but with old methods.

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"Did you get that jewel I ask for?" I ask Xavier.

He nods his head giving me the red square box. I grimace slightly looking at the red color. I open the hook and smile eyeing the pearl necklace.

I squeal rushing toward Aristide's room. Last night, he may have exposed a part of me but not anymore, and also a small punishment is required, right?

I knock at his door and soon opened it when he didn't acknowledge my act of being a gentlewoman. "Why the f-?" I paused looking at the defined abs that wink at me.

I slowly close the door walking toward him. "What are you doing here?" I halt my steps looking at him like he grow two little horns.

I turn back but when I find no one I again turn to look at him pointing my finger toward me and raising an eyebrow asking him if the question was directed towards me and when he nods I chuckle.

"I guess due to your poor brain, you lose a lot of information." I walk again ceasing the little space we had. My fingers soon start to close the buttons of his white shirt.

"I don't have a poor brain." He grits out the words glaring at me. I smile at him lunging my heels stabbing his leather shoes. His face is pale and soon he release small noises.

"I think you need to have a proper look through with the rules I provided to you along with the new ones. You raise your voice and now look at me instead of lowering your head, kind of a bad impression and that too when you are going to visit your mommy."

His black orbs flickers as he forcefully looks down. "Sorry, Caterina." My smile fade away when he speaks my name. I pivot my heel increasing the pain which his eyes perfectly mirrored the feeling.

"Never call me Caterina." I kiss my teeth pulling my heel back. I even finished closing the buttons on his shirt.

Suddenly, I remember the jewelry box and quickly bend down to give it to him.

I pull the necklace from the set and wrap the cold white jewelry around his neck. His Adam's apple bob up and down due to the proximity we hold but I don't mind it at all I like the warmth emitting from his body like a cocoon covered enough to protect me from the rough reality.

"What's it for?" He asks, the hot breath fan my face attempting me not to shudder.

"A gift from me." More like a tracker device. A fucking way to get hold of that person who is working behind Aristide. I will crack my knuckles before hitting the piece of shit square his face.

He scoffs, "Don't tell me you own pieces of jewelry." I wink at him.

"No, my pet. I fucking own the shop." His jaws drop which made me laugh.

"So you are a jeweler?" I shrug nonchalantly.

"I am not. My employers are. Whatever, now are you ready?" I eye his dress up and down. My eyes train more on his toned abs.

"Yes." I nod my head and start to walk out knowing that he will be following me. I smile hearing his footsteps.

"Adam, start the engine," I say. And after a few minutes, the sound of the engine is heard.

I crack my knuckles mumbling to myself, "What a day to start."

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"Are you crazy?" He asks me.

I shrug. "That I am being well known for." I grin moving back, staring at him covered with a surgical mask and a white coat.

"You look like a doctor. Must say, a sexy one." I quickly turn back pulling out a pair of white gloves and putting them over his hands.

He quickly blush to lower his head. "Don't bluff." He mutters. I roll my eyes.

"Don't brag yourself. However, you are now ready to go."

He turns but quickly looks over his shoulder. "Aren't you going to come?" Nobody ever asked me to join to their happiness.

I am considered as a crow, like a bad luck in every fucking ceremony. I am just like Jean from Perfume novel. I was only welcomed in funerals like a blackbird welcomed to have a meal.

I aimlessly nod as he walks out. I slump down on the plastic chair. "What are you doing to me, Aristide?" I sigh covering myself like a doctor.

Soon I stand beside Aristide who nervously looks at his mother. There she is, lying down in the hospital bed, blue uniform, tubes and oxygen masks covering her thin body yet she looks so calm like she is in a blissful sleep where contentment isn't curtailed.

If I ever get a chance to swap with her position I will do it any minute, wanting to visit the dream she was having at that moment.

"What is she dreaming about?" I ask through the surgical mask. My voice sound blur to me.

"A dream where she is with her husband and me." I look at him but he doesn't look at me. All he does is to look at his mother as if he never knew his mother looks like an angel.

"She once told me when I fell and got hurt, it was Boy you will get hurt next time but do know your mother's love will be always there to cure. I guess I am lucky, right?"

I smile sadly, a spark of envy rise through my nerves. "Right, you are lucky, too lucky." After a few minutes, we get out of the room where the main course is going to be held.

The operation went for around three hours and I gave Aristide and the doctor their moments. My feet automatically carry to the exit.

"Xavier, order your men to keep an eye on Aristide," I speak through my earpiece.

"Sure capo."

I sigh when I got to know that I am standing right in front of the zebra crossing. The light turns green indicating us to walk but my steps soon falter when I find a known figure standing opposite to me.

My smile soon vanished and I scream.

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