John unfastens his trousers' flies. «Do what you're born for, bitch.»
I close my eyes as he grabs me by the neck. «Please, don't hurt me, maybe I can help you.» I say.
I hear him laughing. «Sure you can! Take your panties off.» He scoffs, pulling my panties by the sides. I pull them up and I hear the cloth tearing.
I try to take long, deep breaths. «I didn't mean that. I'm sure you have your reasons to hurt me, probably you've been hurt too, but violence can't stop violence. We can just talk about what makes you feel that bad to vent your anger on someone else, a confidential chat can surely help you.»
«Shut up, whore!» Mark booms at me.
John chuckles, surprising both me and his friend. «Poor, innocent girl. You can't understand.»
«At least try to explain it.» I quaver.
He looks around for a few minutes, absorbed by his thoughts, then he suddenly gets so close to my face that I can feel his warm, stinky breath on my lips. «People hurt the others because they enjoy it.» He shots.
A scream echoes in the street, breaking the tension between us.
«Mark?» John calls, looking around. My vision is still blurred, I can't see clearly what's happening and that makes me even more anxious. John comes back to me and I shiver. «What have you done to him? Did you call your friends to save you? Where's Mark, bitch?!» He yells in my face.
«That ain't no way to treat a lady.» Someone growls. I recognize his voice. Mikael is leaned against the wall, just a few steps far from me. I can't help but admire his athletic body, he's a giant compared to John, that is well-built too. I hope they won't fight, and if they do, I don't know who should I side with to go home safe. The only thing I like of this city is the atmosphere. I miss Flint so much I could jump off the airplane as soon as I see my little house.344Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaSoyGhEa1W
«Who the hell are you?» John asks.
«For you, I'm the death.» He states, then my eyes see something crazy: in an instant, Mikael walks in front of John that jumps and falls. I observe the scene, asking myself what kind of drug did John injected me. Mikael breaks a structure near us, a loud sound of metals bursts my eardrums and I instinctively cover my ears with my hands, pressing me up against the wall. I see Mikael taking an iron bar «You're lucky that Katrina's here. If she wouldn't, your end would be extremely slow and theatrical.» I can see him smiling before he beats John's face with the iron bar, cutting his head off, and he thrusts his weapon in his chest like a flag on the moon.
The tears start falling on my cheeks as I watch the dead body, the blood on me and Mikael's proud expression. When his eyes meet my shocked face, his smile disappears. «Come here.» He says, I feel sadness in his voice while he opens his arms.
«Please, don't kill me. I won't talk. I just wanna go home and hug my parents and my sister and... I just wanna keep living.» I cry, my arms close to my chest and my legs trembling, weak.
«You will, but you need to do something for me.» He gets close to me with caution, like I'm the danger... or in danger.
I nod. «Whatever you want.»
«Don't be scared. I can sense your fear and it makes me harder to fight the desire of your pain, and your blood.» He says. His words are absurd and creepy, but real.
I don't really understand what's happening and what he said, the shock and the confusion clouding my mind, but I think I got what he wants. «Ok, I'll be quiet and calm.»
«Good.» He says, getting close. I inspire slowly to calm down, then I exhale and I fall... in his big arms. «I've got you, love.» He whispers to me in the silent street. «It's everything ok, I'll take you home. I won't let anybody hurt you again, you're under my protection now.» He stands up and he starts walking fast, like I'm not heavy. He's moving, but I can't hear his steps.
I raise my head and I look at his perfect face, the same that was smiling after a kill. I can't believe I keep finding him attractive. This is not real, nobody died and drugs invented everything you saw after the party. I repeat this phrase as a mantra in my head to believe I'm just not me at the moment. Meanwhile, I admire my hallucination: he has a short beard, his skin seems pale white, but second by second it becomes rosy. I caress his face and he doesn't seem to notice it, it's warm even if out here is very cold. He smells like cocktails, wild nature and blood, the moon lights his handsomeness and I can clearly see that his grey eyes don't need to be lightened, they are pure light by themselves. Suddenly they are on me.344Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFckFonxwsG
«You don't seem happy to be saved, little princess.»
His affirmation shocks me, but I'm too tired also to act shocked. «You brutally killed a man before my eyes.» I state, shivering at the thought. Should I call the police or run away? I don't even know if that really happened or I'm trapped in my mind again, this time because of whatever is running in my veins. I would like to know why it happened also at the party, when I was still lucid, but I still have too many questions and no time.
«I'm sorry for what your innocent eyes have been forced to see, but I had no choice. He deserved to be executed immediately.»
«You can't decide for other people's life.»
«Oh dear, trust me, I can decide who lives, who dies and sometimes who can come back from death.»
«Listen, I don't know what you're talking about...»
«Sure you don't.» He interjects me with a disturbing smile.
«...but what I know is that violence can't stop violence.»
«But he stopped, and now you're safe. It would be different if I didn't execute him.»
«You didn't. This isn't real, this is just a dream. It just can't be real.» I sob, my mind is giving up, everything seems real and impossible at the same time.
Mikael kisses my head and something in my heart instantly changes, the fear becomes something good I can't give a name to. «I thought behind this cute mask there was a bad girl, but I was totally wrong. Katrina, women with your sensitiveness are rare and precious, you're too delicate and nice for this cruel world. I would like to save you, but I'm the first person you should stay away from. You'll be forced to change, to be weak and gave in to the darkness, because when you meet a monster you have only two choices: fight or die.»
«Or be saved as a princess.» I say, surprising the both of us. «By another handsome monster.» I add. Mikael smiles to me and I feel my heart melting. Watching around, I realize that he doesn't know where I'm staying for the night. «Wait, where are you taking me?»
«At the Ceasar Palace, room number 709.» He answers.
«How do you...»
«You're really curious, aren't you?» He glares at me, but his anger vanishes fast. «Anyway, that idiot was right.»
His warm arms around my little body make me relax, they are better than a blanket. I close my eyes. «About what?»
«Some people hurt the others because they enjoy it. I'm one of them, that's why you should stay away from me.»
«What if I can't?» I mumble, feeling the heat growing between my legs. I'm tired, but something down there don't wanna sleep.
«If you can't we're fucked up, 'cause if I can't leave you today I never will.» His deep voice echoes in my head.
The heat grows in me, my body needs to be touched. I'm out of control, I have to do something.
«Mikael.» I call him with a sensual voice that makes me feel a different woman.
«Katrina?» He answers, looking in my eyes again, now opened.
«I... I need your help.» I whisper, raising my head.
«The drugs they gave you aroused you, Katrina.» He says as we enter the hall of the hotel.
I feel the heat in my cheeks, but the embarrassment isn't more intense than the turn-on. «I feel it, and it's getting worse. I can't resist it.» I say as I escape from his comfortable arms and walk away from him, confused and impatient. I find a little corridor full of things for bathrooms, the silence is better than the confusion in the hall, but it doesn't placate my desire of... him. I run my hands in my hair, panting.
«Katrina.» I hear his voice. As I turn, I see him at a few steps from me.
I pull myself against a wall. «Go away.»
«I just wanna be sure you'll be ok.»
«I will. Go.» I say, closing my eyes. When I open them, he's still here.
«Don't give me orders.» He says in a deep, raspy voice, and I feel that from this moment there will be an us, no matter if positive or negative.
I walk slowly to him, exasperated. I kiss him on the cheek.
«Don't do it again or...»
«What? You'll kill me? If you will, you have to grant me a last wish.» I put my hand on his crotch, he's hard and hot.
Our eyes meet, I drown in his lights.
«Fuck it.» He kisses me on the lips, pinning my arms over my head with one hand and touching me everywhere with the other one. I rub my body on his while his tongue explores my mouth, gifting me the taste of a new bitter cocktail. I don't feel so innocent anymore. «This is nothing compared to what I want to do with you. To you, Katrina.» He says as if he heard my thoughts, our lips separating and reconciling between the words.344Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOpWLNskG4M
Someone clears his throat and I instinctively push Mikael away, but he doesn't move of an inch before he kissed me one more time, now gently and slowly. As I open my eyes, I meet his angry gaze that turns toward a man behind us.
The poor guy wears an overalls, he glares at us through his round glasses and I can't stop imagining every possible end to this embarrassing situation with a kind of gangster like Mikael. «If you have a room here, you can go there, all have been cleaned. If you are here for other reasons, you better get out now.» The cleaner says, his hands on his hips.
Mikael takes a step towards him and I immediately take him by the arm. «I booked a suit, let's go Mikael.» I say.
The guy snorts and walks away. I sigh and I pull Mikael in the elevator, only touching his hard skin gives me goose bumps.
When the door closes, he places himself in front of me. «Never do it again.»
«What?» I ask, a mix of anger and confusion explodes in me.
«Don't try to stop me, don't give me orders, don't let assholes run away without being punished.» He growls, his body totally covers my view, but tonight I'm too mad to be scared by an angry monster.
«You already punished too many people tonight, don't you? You're not the devil.»
«Are you sure about this?» He gets so close that I can see only his eyes. The light in them slowly fades away and the black limbal rings widen out until I see his soul, full darkness.
«You...» I whisper, hypnotized.
«Come on, say it, Katrina. Say it!» He screams at me and I shake, but my eyes keep watching his.
I take his face in my hands and his muscles immediately relax under my touch. «You are wonderful.»
He let out a long, slow breath. A black tear caresses his face, then my hand; it's hot, my skin flushes, but I resist to the pain, I'm afraid that if I move the red smoke flying in his eyes will disappear. Then the door opens.
He holds me, his hands on my ass, walking fast in my room, kissing me roughly.
I think I found what I was searching, or more. A man. A violent, mad, handsome lover that acts like the devil, punishing bad people to save me and hurting me for his enjoyment. I think I like him. Great. I can't even say if I'm ironic or not, I don't know if it's all wrong or everything's perfect, real or in my drunk mind, I just wanna drown in his damned eyes.344Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2GDkOSi4nL
