NEVER MET YOU

Pure hatred.

He had pure hatred for her.

When love turns into hatred it does nothing but ignites a fire that cannot be ever extinguished.

Megara gulped the lump forming in her throat as a gasp left her lips, tears blurring her sight once again as she clenched her chest tightly. The feeling of her guts getting twisted and crushed had her toes curled in endurance.

She kept her gaze on the floor, she was no longer kneeling but sitting on the red carpet with her hands on the carpet. The sound of moaning and skin slapping against each other disgusted her and made her feel sickly nauseous. She can't believe how shameless these people were. She heard nothing from him but the woman beneath him kept crying in pleasure, speaking sinful words to the point one was annoyed and disgusted. He harshly put his hand on her mouth, shutting her annoying cries as he railed her to calm himself.

But the pain he felt in his chest was gut-wrenching making him act even more beastly. He darted his gaze toward the woman on the floor. She was panting with her head low. She looked like white flower petals scattered on the blood. The more he looked at her the harder he went on the woman beneath him, choking her cries. The woman raised her covered mouth, asking for a kiss but looked like she forgot that he doesn't kiss anyone. Who the hell was she asking for a kiss?

His jaw clenched in anger and his hand slid down to her neck as he pulled out of her without reaching his climax. And then a cracking voice resonated in the room. When the pain slightly subsided, only then did Megara take deep breaths of relief. Until she heard a cracking sound...her eyes widened and she slowly looked toward the bed before dropping her gaze to the floor.

Her orbs throbbed as she realized he killed the maiden that he was railing just a few seconds ago.

"Ahh Master, you killed her." The little maiden said, she sounded very random as if it was nothing new. Megara gripped her chest while breathing heavily. The pain slowly vanishes like sweat beads trickling down her forehead.

She didn't hear what he said but the other two women stood up from the bed, got dressed, and dragged the dead woman out of the room after dressing her as well. Once the thud sound of the door closing invaded her ears only then did she come out of her senses and realized both of them were alone in his room. Before she could stand up, she heard him saying.

"Don't even move." He said and slowly stood up from the bed, tying his loosened robe tightly as he slowly walked towards the table in the corner of the room, pouring himself a cup of liquor as if he didn't just kill someone. Just how black his heart has become? He put the jug down and brought the cup near his lips, caressing the small cup in his long and pale fingers. Before attaching the cup to his lips, he paused and looked at her with a narrow gaze.

Her gaze was still on the floor and her breathing was now stable. With his eyes still on her, he chugged down the liquor before pulling the cup down. "I remembered...you liked drinking." He said and grabbed the jug from the table, slowly walking towards her as he paused right in front of her. He lowered the cup and poured the Liquor into it before bringing the cup down, near her face.

"Here, have some." He said. She finally raised her gaze and looked at the cup near her face. Although she was thirsty she will still not take it from him, another reason was that she still cannot speak.

"Oh, I forgot. You can't talk." He said and raised the cup above her head. "No worries." He said. Her pupils dilated when she felt her head getting wet and something trickling down her face as well as from the back of her neck and going inside her robe.

He was pouring the wine on her.

Her grip tightened on the carpet beneath her as she stared at his feet. The cold wine trickling down her body was sending shivers down her spine. He threw the cup away and raised the jug above her head as well.

"Here, have as much as you want." He said, a husky chuckle leaving his throat as he poured the wine on her head, wetting her white robe in no seconds. Once the jug was empty he threw it away as well, and the loud noise of the jug shattering into tiny pieces after hitting the ground invaded their ears.

He smirked while staring at the broken jug before turning his gaze to look at her. His smirk dropped when he found her staring up at him. Wine droplets rolled down her forehead, traveling to her jaw and then caressing her neck. Her robe was soaked and was hugging her skin for its dear life.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down and the sudden urge to see his flame tattoo between her bosoms made his head go hazy. Her whole presence made his head go hazy as his gaze suddenly darkened. The sudden urge to lick all that wine from her body forced him to lick his lips.

No, he won't touch her...ever.

Her pupils dilated when she noticed his gaze, she snapped her gaze down to her body. Her skin and figure were pretty evident. She felt naked in front of him. She quickly brought her hair in front, trying to cover herself as much as she could but while she was doing this she felt him kneeling in front of her.

Before she could scoot back, he grabbed her ankle. She looked down towards her ankle being captured by him before reluctantly looking up at him.

That gaze...

It has darkened.

"I wish I never met you."