6 Scars

"You know, Jane," Kian's body was inside the tube full of warm water. He was even enjoying the sound of my melodious humming. It was truly an amazing tune, he can't deny it, I know he was starting to like it.

Even more, he should thank me as I was laboring for him, for free. Though, if he wanted to offer something in exchange, well, then it will be fantastic, I won't be able to deny it. He knows what I want.

My soft hands scrubbed his lean back as my eyes inspected with utter detail his beautiful skin. I should look out very carefully for any muscle strain. We can't let him get any mark on his perfect body, right? It would be a terrible shame, a disaster for the wonders of the world.

"Jane?" his voice was so husky and at the same time, he sounded relaxed, calm. Sometimes I wondered why he was only a simple bartender under the orders of the Tate old couple. I guessed he had his own reasons, as many of us, to hide his identity. "Jane?"

"Mm?" I muttered when he looked at me from the side with that funny gaze and that shiny smile. I think I will be distracted again.

Then, as if starting his magical act on me, he blinked his eyes, "you don't need to do this for me."

I knew that, of course, he didn't have to tell me. However, how can he be so wrong? I wasn't doing it for him, I was doing it for me. Didn't he know? I bet he knows.

From the moment I escaped the abuse of my dear Assistant Matty, the little torturer, I was waiting for the night and the end of my Kian's shift.

Not that I was really scared of that little naggy brat. Even if he took the role of my big brother, my father, the boss of the kitchen, and sometimes, my disciple, at his young age of eight years old. I guess, he looks older by the way.

I kept telling him to study and leave me alone. Though we didn't have books, nor pamphlets, I wrote some teachings and explained some tricks for him to practice. Goodness, I miss my magic. If I could conjure some books to guide him to the right path, he would stop relying on my words, or me, and stop nagging me.

Then… as I was already lost in thought on how to teach the more advanced things to that little squirrel, I felt great grievance. That brat had taken everything from me and I wanted some kind of prize, a little reward for my little achievements, even if I blew up the kitchen this morning and the little brat was following me with a frying pan in the hand.

"Jane?" Kian looked at my distracted face and almost leaned on my forehead. This is the fate calling, my friends, my so-called reward. I should take it, right? It is for me.

I smiled at him and closed my eyes a little before I pressed my lips to the handsome man's lips.

"Oh… I am sorry," I said without shame when the soft kiss ended with a lick on my mouth. "My lips were asking for compensation so… mmm"

He pushed my head to his face with his strong hand and kissed me again, "thank you, Jane."

I smiled at my reward. I knew he could read my mind.

If anyone were to see this great magician, the great Eli Viel, lowers her head to someone else, it would be only to explore this man's body. Every part will be a good memory that I will forge in my head. I know he would let me, but at the same time, he will want a bit more of me.

He moved closer to take more of my lips as his hand was on the back of my head pulling me to him. However…

"Don't…"

He tried to continue his bath with me inside the tube. I would be glad to, but this body of Jane is not resistant to water, yet. He will see the true image of a white-haired girl with eyes red as blood reflected in the reflection of the crystal water. The cute blonde with green eyes that had been sizing him up from the first day will vanish in an instant, like the best magic trick. It would be interesting to see his reaction though, but not this time.

Some may ask, how can I care about that? Me, the narcissistic Queen of the stage, how can I be ashamed of showing my body to someone else? Well, I have no powers, but only the help of a magic plant to hide my true face, my true eyes, and deceive whoever sees my body from watching the hideous scars covering my skin. Those terrifying scars from the whipping, the hits, and other deep injuries that will take many years to wash and heal.

It is not that I am afraid of criticism and judgment. No, that doesn't rob me of a delightful night with this handsome man, but the hidden feeling of bloody revenge to save my pride. I won't let the ones who dared to hinder the beautiful and innocent body of Jane get out without any punishment. Call me petty, but the memories that had slowly come to me, are so… so cruel that it feels as if they were my own memories, from a past life, a forgotten life.

However, my revenge won't fall in those three, those three hideous employees with a whip, after all, they were just following orders. They are already suffering enough.

I wanted the ones above them, yes, I want those on the top who gave orders. The Count, his wife, and his daughter and son. They are the real targets of my ire, Jane's ire.

"Jane?"

"I have to go, handsome Kian," my smile was my parting move. I know he was disappointed and worried too, but I couldn't help it. Those scars in my back are only for my eyes… at least for now.

Then, as I turned around and opened the door, the voice of Madame Tate reached like an ominous echo.

"Jane? She is again in the bath with Kian… little Matty."

Oh, no… I should escape a frying pan and a raging boy.