2 Him

"Wake up.", Said a confusingly familiar voice. That voice was of a man, voice so dark and deep, a voice that could turn your magical dreams easily into unforgettable nightmares that would haunt your mind all day and all night, being careful to torture your brain so you could not meet another dream, capturing you in itself, claiming you as theirs.

But I was not the one to fool with, maybe. But one thing for sure I was smart, and smart enough to figure out that he was trying to dominate me into opening my eyes in fear, But I didn't do it, I did not at all open my eyes. I wanted to hear him reveal things while he thinks that I was still unconscious. I wanted to find his weak spot for when I go to the police and help them find this terrible person.

I was smart but not too much. It was as if I were the witch who portrayed as a humble and hard-working doctor, making poisons in the shape of harmless medicines, giving it to people to watch them suffer in agonizing pain all the way to their deaths. But I would be always repugnant enough to taste the poisons myself before giving it to others.

I was still young, what could I know about the un-defying dangers of living in this universe in which you don't know about the fake acts that people seem to pull off like the donkey under cover in a lion's body, but truth always reveals itself one day or another, like when the lion is asked to roar in order to get it's kingdom in control, and nothing but the donkey's bray would be heard.

I heard a deep and dark chuckle from the so-called man and that's when I knew that he also knew what I was trying to do. So, in return he describes to me the bloody dangers of not obeying him, "Open your eyes or I will kill your petty little friends in front of you while their body rots and--", I didn't even let him finish his sayings and shot my eyes open like my life depended upon it, well in this case, literally.

I was scared, terrified but the sight in front of me scared me scared me even more than I was before.

There stood a man, a man that was the definition of 'manly', a man who stood tall, a man who looked so brutal as if he were to scare the life out of everyone. He was wearing a white Saturn shirt with tight black pants. His face was so striking. Green eyes that mirrored a sea that was dirty, a sea that had no living inside of it. His skin was tan and hair so wavy like the waves of the sea. A jaw sharper than a shark. He was like an ocean; so deep and mysterious. His eyes looked questionably familiar but it hit me--He was the same man who asked for my number.

How can I ever forget this terrific moment?

He held a knife on which the blood cleared the way, making it a mirror for me to see my terrified self on. My eyes moved to my friend's last droplets of blood falling on the welcoming ground. It was as if the floor had betrayed me after supporting me all my life, it was as if the tables had turned. My friend did not even have a proper goodbye to earth and drifted off to her eternal sleep.

Seeing the horrendous sight in front of me, I had a clear idea of what was going to happen to me. I would be raped, tortured, killed mercilessly by this man or the others I recalled from the events that had occurred before.

What saddened me the most was that I would die alone. What even was I? Just a lousy old girl working in a café.

Little did I know that I was staring at the man and that caused an awkward feeling amongst us after I realized that I was. I thought that a small question wouldn't hurt. "Who are you?", I asked while stuttering, to which he just giggled. "Let me introduce myself, I am Aiden Foreman and I have claimed you as mine.", he replied with a smug expression upon his face and it was already known that I knew who he was. He was the most powerful and heartless mafia that there was. It was clear that he had an obsession towards me and that scared me in the most wicked way to be ever recorded. But not at

all did I think that he would be this dreamy--Disgusting.

He then ordered to the servants of his, "Take her to her room and make sure that she does not escape." And that was clearly when I knew that I had no way that I could even escape this sort of situation and boiled me with the highest amount of anger that there was but I still kept my cool--I did not at all want him to know what got on my nerves and what actually was my weak spot. His servants were like his puppets, the puppets he controlled, the puppets that were nothing with out him. They were in his command, hopeless, just like the actual ones knowing that if they don't let their masters control them or if they let their masters get bored of them, they will be thrown away--but these were humans, so in this scenario, they will be killed. The servants took me to my room while I screamed my lungs out and begged for them to

stop but they didn't.

They locked the windows drawers and doors inside and outside of that room on the orders of their master, sealing me shut in the empty void of my mind.

I thought of something which I then said out loud to myself, "The answer to my happiness and freedom is, Nothing, nothing but setting myself free from this world, quickly, but I don't have the ingredients for that recipe for which that I am craving for, but I still have two ingredients for my escape, a pinch of spice, topped off with something salty enough to dissolve the cause of sadness within itself."