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Destrõy Me - Episode 57 & 58
(Her•Heartless•Monster)
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Twilight m0aned, sliding her hands down his chest to fist his black shirt in her small palms.
She pulled Slade closer, and his body pressed heavily on hers, their mouths communicating soundly.
The sounds of their kiss popped against small space, and anyone who passes by the door will surely know what's going on, but who cares?
Slade claimed her with insanity, and she could taste abyssal obsession on his tongue as it rolled with hers.
He rode his hands down her back, grabbing her arse and giving it a soft squeeze which elicited another moan.
Oh how much he loves those sounds of ecstasy from her.
The first time he kissed her to draw energy, there wasn't time to savour her, but now?
He felt everything.
His madness bloomed till the end of his filthy skull.
She tastes like dark sunset, and nothing beats the hell she's letting loose in his head presently.
His eyes opened as he pulled away from her, and the disappointed hint in her eyes made his nerves set themselves ablaze.
Her lips are pale from the hardness of the kiss, and her breaths are uncoordinated as she looked up needily at him.
"Kneel" he ordered, his tone deranged.
Twilight dropped on her knees, and he flung his belt away from the buckle sassily.
The moment his d+ck plunged out, she unconsciously bit her lip.
"You know how to take care of it, don't you?" He said.
"I'll try my best" she replied, looking up at him with wanting eyes.
Slade wrapped her hair around his fingers twice before pushing her forward, so the tip of his c+ck pressed on her lips.
"Now suck me off, use your tongue to show me how hard you're willing to take it" he ordered again, and her mouth opened of her own volition.
Slade slid his ready c+ck into her mouth, taking it slow without even knowing why.
Twilight's hands grabbed his thighs, and and her eyelids became wet as he continued guiding it inside, her nails patterning his skin.
The air in the room became hot, and her oxygen became limited as the cock tip hit her throat, gagging her.
"Christ...you look damn breakable this way. My d+ck was made for every hole in you... little one" he groaned, his veins straightening as he began moving it in and out.
The warmness of her mouth did things to him, and the way she started taking it without showing any sign of discomfort made him harder.
Tears stung the corner of her eyes, and her hands left his thighs to grab the d+ck by herself, giving it the sloppiest lick before returning it to her throat.
"F+ck!" Slade groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair as she deep-throated again, running him over.
Her breaths were on hold as the tears in the corner of her eyes finally fell, dropping on her chest and streaming down her br+àst, to her n+pple.
She drip caused another drip in her core, a warmer one.
She was feeling so hot as she took him deeper and faster, and Slade's groans multiplied.
"Damnit...ugh..Light..."
The hotness came unplanned like a fire stream. Like a storm.
Twilight's head movements slowed, and she's panting as Slade's c+m filled her mouth.
"Swallow" he instructed, letting go of her hair.
She closed her mouth on it, swallowing the saltiness and licking the droplets on her lips.
Slade pulled her back to her feet, wiping the tears in her eyes corner with his fingertips.
"Did I do well?" She asked.
"You broke the scale, pretty much" he replied, and she smiled as he buckled his belt back.
He finally zipped the gown up for her, and she faced him again with an expectant look.
Slade said nothing. What's there to say when he knows everything looks good in her small body?
She looks expensive, especially with the low-cut back, her slim but cutvy waist, and her perfect collarbones.
He opened the door, and surprisingly, none of the attendants are around. They must have left after hearing the sounds.
Hope they go deaf.
He called for them, and four of them rushed over immediately.
"Are they packed?" He asked.
"Yes sir" they replied respectfully.
Twilight came out of the room too, but she stayed behind him, her cheeks red.
"You need anything else?" Slade asked, turning to her.
"Yeah, I need ..." She shyly said, and he frowned, taking a thread away from her hair.
Her hair is greasy and sticky, and that only means one thing...
"Hair wash?" He faced the attendants.
"It's in the other section"
"Get a pack in the cart" he ordered.
"And..." Twilight said again.
He held her chin, raising her face up.
"And?" He said curiously.
Her mouth moved, but he couldn't hear her, so he leaned down to her.
"Pads" she whispered silently in his ear.
"Pads?" He faced the attendants again.
"Other section too" they replied.
Slade took Twilight's hand and walked her to the other section.
The attendants took the soaps already, so Slade took the pack of pads from the shelf by himself, making Twilight smile secretly.
They finally left the store after thirty more minutes, and the attendants loaded the stuffs into the car.
It nearly didn't fit in cos it's much, but they arranged it anyways.
Slade tipped the attendants, then he drove down the lane to the gadget store where he bought her a new phone.
The ride back to the university started immediately.
"Thanks you" she said beside him.
"Don't do that, I hate it" he replied crisply.
"Mama said to say thanks anytime I feel appreciative" she replied.
"Mama? Are you still doing that shit despite knowing their real identities?" He replied with a clear hint of hatred, riding into a highway.
"Greg is the bad one... Owen is not a bad person so can I continue calling her mama?" She said.
"No" he deadpanned.
"Fine, but what's your curse differences? Why do you need a moonslave to survive but your siblings don't?" she replied.
"Aimee and Elijah were cursed with a lifetime of emptiness and loneliness. No matter how crowdy their location is, they'll feel alone and desolate, and no matter the affection they receive, they'll feel empty. Nothing can fill up their void, they'll live with it for the rest of their lives" he explained.
"And you?" She asked slowly.
"I am cursed with death. If I don't kill you within a certain amount of time, I'll die prematurely in the cruelest way ever. My ring has been saving me from death, but when that day comes, it won't work" he explained.
Twilight swallowed.
"So... the story Aimee told when she lured me to the cemetery that day is about you three. Greg was performing a ritual when your mother walked into it?" She said.
"Don't mention mother here" he replied cryptically.
"Wh..why?" She stuttered.
"Don't ask me why..." he insisted, his tone swinging.
"Ok" she sounded, and silence filled the car as she looked over at him, watching him drive with an hand like his usual habit.
His second hand is on his lap, and she inched closer, stretching her hand there with to hold it.
Before her hand could get there, Slade removed his hand from his lap, taking it to his lips to rub.
Twilight recoiled back to her seat, but almost immediately, Slade took her hand, and she turned back to him.
He glanced at her too, and she smiled.
Shockingly, he returned the smile, though it didn't last one second, but she kept it in the deepest part of her mind already.
She'd unlock it and relish it anytime she wants.
She interlocked their fingers as he drove into the university neighborhood.
She could still feel him inside her mouth, and she smiled again.
Automatically, this night just became her best.
*
ARGENTUM HOSPITAL*
The nurses bathed for Owen ten minutes ago, and they're busy dressing her up when Greg came in.
"Was just about to call you. She's improving. She called Twilight's name earlier" the head nurse said after placing her in bed.
"Really? I'm glad" he replied with a big smile.
"Your efforts will pay off, Greg" the nurse patted him, smiling before leaving with the rest.
Greg sat on a stool beside Owen, stroking her hair, his smile still intact.
"You're getting better?" He said, and she slowly batted her tired lids.
"It's been a while... since Twilight came" she muttered.
"She's never stepping this place again." he replied.
"Why?... She's.. she's like my daughter" she muttered, her eyes damping up.
"But she's not our daughter, Owen. Our daughter is somewhere else, living the life of a queen as she should" Greg smiled.
"But Greg...
"Shhh" Greg shushed her, getting a loaded syringe out of his pocket.
He jammed it into her neck, releasing it into her system.
"You need to stay sick till I'm done with everything. Stay sick till the results of my hard work will surface so we can enjoy it together in good health and long long life." He chuckled as Owen's eyes closed.
"Yeah... Long life. We have a large share in Slade's lifetime remember? The longevity ritual did it. We'll be together forever, Owen" he chuckled again, his eyes so scary as the white rolled around.
A shadow suddenly crossed the door. It's a male wearing a black cap and hood.
Greg stood, returning his shades to his eyes before rushing out of the ward, but the person is gone.
"Whoever it is should know better than playing with me. I'm not that simple" he said, returning into the ward.
*
UOG, WESLEY TOWER*
Lorraine's phone rang loudly on the bed, and she came into the bedroom to take it.
It's Imogen calling.
"Hello?"
"Guess who the trap caught?" Imogen asked.
"Molly?" Lorraine's eyes shone with happiness as she brushed her hair back.
"Yeah. We took her to the reflection room. Come fast, we're waiting" Imogen replied and hung up.
"She's not bigger than Kontrol after all" Lorraine giggled, turning around to leave the room, but she met Lord Vann standing sturdily by the door.
"When did you return?" She said surprisingly.
"Three days, Lorraine. It's been three long days since Tamlin landed in the hospital, and you never visited once" He said.
"I was planning to come tomorrow, and you should know I've been taking care of the university affairs since you left, so there's no time. Also, you and Ruslan are with him so why should I stress? He's not a kid" she replied nonchalantly.
Lord Vann took two long steps closer, throwing his hand at her face to bless it with a slap.
Lorraine staggered, holding the face in shock.
"How could you say that? He's your son!" Vann yelled.
Lorraine climbed the bed and slapped him back from there, twice.
Lord Vann's eyes turned red when she jumped down from the bed and slapped him for the third time.
"My son? Funny! He and Imogen are your children and we both know it. Are you suddenly feeling entitled because I've been taking care of them for you? You killed your wife to be with me!" She yelled.
"Are you turning your back on me because of Slade?" Vann's lips shook.
"Yes! I'm just 38 so why should I waste my life on you? He's richer, handsome, and more mature than you who's over 50!" She said.
"Lorraine" he muttered, feeling the betrayal stings.
"And yunno what? The pepper from hell truly damages the womb, but it can only do that to humans which I'm not. My womb is still very much intact, and my future kids will be with Slade. Go to hell ugly old thing!" Lorraine pushed him out of the way and left the room.
Vann sat on the bed, and tears escaped his eyes in large quantities.
*
TWILIGHT'S ROOM*
Thankfully, the students are already inside their rooms when Twilight arrived, so she took the stuff into her room with Slade without getting sighted.
They had to go three times each before they could get everything inside.
"Here" he gave her the last bag which contains stick sweets, expensive brand.
"You later collected it from the attendants?" She said.
"You don't like them?" He replied.
"No I like them, thank..."
She stopped talking and took her bottom lip in.
"Sorry, you said you hate thanks" she said and sighted the two bands on his wrist.
"My bands!" She went forward to take them, but he raised his hand up above her reach.
"They're mine now" he said.
"Why would you need a female hairband?" She blinked.
"They look ugly in your hair" he replied, turning around. He began leaving.
"Goodnight!" She squealed after him.
He didn't reply, so she bit her lip as he went down the stairs.
She shut the door and looked at everything in the room.
There's barely any space to stand.
She'd have to share some with Rihannon at this rate.
By the way where is she and Damien?
She went to Damien's room with high hopes of meeting them, but they're nowhere to be found.
"Did they go downtown?" She muttered, returning her room.
They'll be back before midnight anyways, so she calmed down and went for a shower, using a good pad since today is her day 2.
She put on one of her new pyjamas.
It's colour gold like Slade's power eyes. Armless singlet and extremely short pants which hugged her arse very well.
She jumped in bed, taking her new phone and inserting her card.
She snapped a picture of herself in the PJs, sending it to his Whatsapp with a text.
~How do I look?
She waited ages for his response, but it never came.
Is he not with his phone?
Does he not like it?
Is he mad at her for sending it?
Different questions few across her mind, and like that...she slept off.
*
WOODS, THE HUT*
Since it's the most familiar place to Aimee in the whole of this school, she suggested they brought Damien here, and they've been here since an hour.
Damien is already conscious, and he's chained to the wall.
His clothes are off, so only his boxers are covering his nakedness, and his skin is bloodily unrecognizable cos he has been thrashed like a criminal.
He's crying, begging for mercy, but he got none.
Aimee is holding a knife while Elijah held a horsewhip which they're torturing him with.
"Please... please I'm not a criminal. I'm not the rival or midnight killer or whatever you guys are looking for. I'm not a spy" he cried again, blood sliding down his chest.
"I investigated the students thoroughly, and you're the only one who stood out. Your mother is a lowlife prostitute who abandoned you with billions of debts. You're the only one who can be a spy for money, and you better speak up cos the more you deny, the more you bleed." Elijah said, smiling.
His smile will probably still be intact even when he dies. It's like it was built with his face.
"How much are they paying you to spy for them? Where is the ring you use to change your face to Slade's?" Aimee demanded.
"My mother truly left me with billion debts, but the loan sharks aren't even bothering me so why would I spy or kill for money? I work at construction sites during breaks, and I make enough money to take care of myself. I'm not what you think" Damien cried.
Aimee stabbed his chest with the knife for the fifth time, and Elijah thrashed him with the horsewhip countlessly.
His skin peeled with the whip.
Damien's cries and pleads for mercy almost brought down the hut, it was loud and pitiful, but he kept denying.
Elijah suddenly dropped the whip, stepping away from him reluctantly.
"What?" Aimee faced him.
"I think he's innocent. We've been torturing dude for an hour" Elijah replied.
"So? He might be the stubborn type who won't speak till he's near death" Aimee replied, taking the whip to continue the tortures.
"Please!!!! Elijah stop her!!!!" Damien shrieked as his system became a volcano of unbearable pains.
Elijah just stood, watching Aimee's brutality.
*
REFLECTION ROOM*
Molly is tied to a chair in the dimly lit room, and a duct tape is on her mouth.
All she could do is stare at her enemies with drowsy eyes as the elixir is still in her system.
Lorraine is sitting on a chair in front of her, her legs mounted on each other regally.
Imogen, Echo, Posey, and Ren are behind her, giggling.
"Get rid of the duct tape" Lorraine commanded.
Imogen went forward to remove the duct tape roughly, and Molly's neck acted limp, so Imogen held her head up.
"Where is Echo's phone? Where did you keep it?" She asked.
Imogen's eyes became drowsier as she talked...
"It's...in my br@"
Echo rushed forward, dipping her hand inside Imogen's br@ and taking out the phone.
She turned it on, but Twilight's nude pictures are all gone.
"Where is it? Where are the nudes?" She asked.
"I deleted them" Molly replied.
"Bî+ch!" Imogen punched her, and Lorraine stood.
"Where did you develop the guts to threaten me from? You want my apology?" She said, taking over.
She held Molly by the neck, and Molly chocked.
"Do you even know what I am? You have no idea, mad girl!" Lorraine pushed her, and Molly fell together with the chair.
"I want her death to be insanely painful," Lorraine said.
Echo brought out the gun she picked at the park. Tamlin's gun.
"Great" Lorraine took it, cocking it slowly.
"You're about to go meet your creator, Molly Fell. Don't worry, I'll tell your parents that the midnight killer killed you" she said, smiling with her ominously red lips as she slid her finger under the trigger.
"Goodbye,.." she said, but before she could pull the trigger, the dim light in the room went off, leaving total darkness.
"What the hell!" Ren and Posey chorused.
"What's going on?" Lorraine demanded in the dark.
Imogen and Echo fell when they bumped into each other, and the phone fell from Echo.
She began crawling on the ground, searching for it.
"This is so not funny!" Imogen crankily said.
Echo finally got the phone, turning on the torchlight, but Molly is gone.
The rope she was tied with is on the ground.
"Where did she go?" Lorraine said as their eyes widened in sync.
"Get her! She probably hasn't gone far!" Imogen said.
Ren and Posey ran out.
*
"Easy, easy" Uriel said as he took Molly gently, her arm on his neck.
"How did you find me?" She asked weakly.
"You left your phone on the refectory table, unlocked and on record, and I listened to it. I heard when they took you and Imogen said to the reflection room" Uriel replied.
"You're smarter than I thought. I knew they'd come after me" Molly drawled.
"What's their deal? Did they take something from you?" Uriel asked.
"Yes, but I already transferred it to my own phone. Echo snapped Twilight's nudes" She replied.
"What!"
"I'm gonna show it to your boss on my phone. I want Echo to die in Slade's hands" Molly replied, her legs weakening.
"And...why is my left eye itchy? It only happens when someone I know is about to die" she muttered, passing out on the ground.
"Molly!" Uriel squatted beside her, carrying her eventually.
He ran back to his own tower.
*
NEXT MORNING, INFIRMARY*
Rihannon jerked back to life, and immediately her brain rebooted, she spranged up, gasping when she saw she's still at the infirmary.
Damien's phone is on the ground where it fell at.
She grabbed it and ran out of the infirmary.
With her heart in her throat, she went to the tower.
It's 6AM, so students are just entering bathrooms.
She was pushing them out of her way as she ran through the corridor, banging Twilight's door open.
"Twilight!! Twilight wake up!" She shook her.
Twilight's eyes opened in bed, and her phone fell from her chest where she kept it in anticipation of Slade's reply before sleeping off last night.
"Riri" she sat up, getting scared when she saw her tears.
"Elijah and the other lady... They took Damien away since last night at the infirmary. I dunno where they took him to, they knocked us out" she cried.
"What!" Twilight's eyes widened.
A second later, they were already running out of the tower, but then they met a crazier scene outside.
Elijah and Aimee are carrying Damien towards the infirmary, and his bloodied body is enough to scare anybody.
"Oh my gawd, Damien!!" Rihannon ran madly to them.
Twilight followed in the race, and they jointly took Damien from the two devils.
The stab wounds on his chest is gone cos Elijah healed him with his ring already, but the blood is all-over his skin, and he's still unconscious and sick. He became thinner too as a result of the blood he lost.
"Damien!! Damien wake up!!" Rihannon cried, and tears rushed out of Twilight's eyes too.
"Damien!! Dam!!" She cried out as Rihannon hugged his body.
"Please wake him for me!!" She cried.
"He'll wake up soon, stop shedding those annoying tears, we mistook him for someone else" Aimee said.
Twilight stood, facing her squarely.
"Is human life a joke to you? You have no right to brutalize him like this! He's almost dead!!" She yelled.
"Shut up!" Aimee snapped.
"He's just a normal guy how dare you!" Twilight snapped back, and Aimee slapped her.
Twilight fell, hurting her knees deeply.
"Told you to shut up, slave" Aimee sneered.
"Control your temper, sister" Elijah said.
"Can't control it around her" Aimee gritted, flaunting her hair.
They're already surrounded by onlooking students, and most of them are in their towels, ditching their morning bath for this show.
Twilight stood and went back into the tower, entering the elevator without minding the onlookers.
She rode to the attic and barged in.
"Kils!" His name rolled out of her mouth effortlessly.
"Kils where are you? Kils!"
Onyx is under the piano, still sleeping, so she entered the bathroom only to see Slade stepping out of the bathtub.
He actually spent the night inside, fully-clothed.
The first thing his eyes caught are her bleeding knees, and the tears on her face.
He walked dauntingly to her, water dripping off his trousers and shirt.
He held her small face with his two palms, cupping it as she hiccupped.
"Who do I need to kill?" He muttered, wiping her tears with his thumbs as his eyes lit up with fury.
"Aimee... Aimee and Elijah...they took Damien and... tortured him to near-death, then i was talking to Aimee and she...she slapped me, and...
"Aimee?" His brows thickened, and she nodded twice, hiccuping again.
Slade pulled her out of the bathroom and made her sit in bed, covering her bleeding knees with a jacket.
"Stay here" he said.
"But Damien is...
"Stay here, Light" he ordered, and she nodded as he left the attic.
Slade was still dripping with water as he entered the elevator, riding down like that.
He stepped out of the tower, and as expected, they're still outside.
Rihannon is still crying with Damien in her arms, students are still crowded over her. They're even more than before.
Elijah and Aimee are still there too, and immediately Slade set his eyes on Aimee, his eyes glowed, and his monsters growled for blood in his head.
He began walking to her, his strides faster than any walk he has ever done.
When Elijah saw the murderous intent in his eyes, he shifted back.
"Run, Aimee. If he kills you, no ring can wake you. Not even your own" he said.
"I'm not running, if he's gonna kill me for a slave girl, then he's insane" Aimee replied stubbornly, standing her ground.
"He has been insane since he was born, Aimee. Run!!" Elijah yelled.
"I will not run, Elijah" Aimee stood firmly, her hair flowing with the wind the closer Slade got.
The expression on her face got altered when she saw someone entering the circle too.
Twilight, she's right behind Slade.
Slade finally got to Aimee and raised his fist to her chest.
He infused all his ring power into the punch, and it's supposed to waste Aimee's life the moment it hit her, but the story changed drastically.
Aimee used her mind to forcefully pull Twilight closer, shielding herself with her.
Instead of Aimee, the punch met Twilight's chest.
Her heart bursted internally, and black blood ran out of her lips.
"At last" Aimee smiled victoriously as the air boiled with shock.
"Kils" Twilight whispered.
Slade's eyes widened hellishly, and his blood ran cold.
Right in front of him...
Twilight turned to dust, blowing away with the wind.
TBC.
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