Faye's Point of View. Only a few inches away from the random man's face, near to kissing him. Only one move and Damion will kiss the random man unconsciously. But right now, I'm pretty sure he didn't care for anything else other than hurting that man whose planning to hit on me. It feels like he was out of this world and thinks he can do anything without anyone's approval. Whispering, "This is what happens to a man who can't be told once. This is what'll happen to a man who wanted to control my woman." Damion glared at the man, soaked in blood and damaged face, before he completely let go of his collar, coming back to drag me out of that place again. God damn it. My chest is about to come out. I can even feel my hot cheeks, probably is burning red right now. When he holds my hand, there was heat and spark that traveled through it, going to the passage of my veins, passing through my heart, and leading to my brain. Unconsciously, I stopped even when we were not so far from the bar. I
3rd Point of View. Like the raging fire, Jacob went berserk. He abnormally releases his anger that he couldn't control in the giant cauldron that Fatima and Lowell used to cook potions of medicines. He wolfed out, and now, his strength maximized to its full power, and could perfectly throw tantrums and eradicate things that caught his eye. The garden of Lowell seems like there's an enormous storm passed through. "Pitiful Jacob," snarled Fatima while sipping her expensive liquor placed in an expensive crystal glass, rolling her eyes upward. She was standing on her balcony while resting her arms on its railing. "Nah, don't you say that, Fatima. It's stupidity, I supposed. Stupid love makes him go wild like that," Lowell replied, walking to stand up beside Fatima. "A love he shouldn't even have in the first place?" Fatima laughed. "To protect Faye, he became obsessed with everything about his own daughter's business. Lowell, he's creepy." "Yeah, but how do you say he's flying into
Faye's Point of View."Confusing you?" he replied while furrowing his brows. Damion pushed me in front of him and got on his knees. "I apologize for this matter, Mr. Jacob. I couldn't bring her as soon as I found her. She's too stubborn and a slut.""A slut?!" I butted in. "Who do you think are you talking about? How dare you say that fearlessly in front of my face as if you're reporting about a stranger? You shithead."Damion nodded. "Yes, you're right. You're a stranger to me."My brows met. A perfect non-verbal way to ask, "WHAT?!"Damion was on his knees while stating a foolish statement. I rolled my eyes. This makes me sick. Mom looked fierce, and dad is terrifying. Maybe, if hurting Damion won't hurt me, my parents are already a murderer. Just the thought of it, it makes me want to throw up. Mom went closer to my face and checked. Maybe she's making sure that Damion didn't touch me. Then she came near Damion who was still bowing in front of them. Cripes, my parents are regular
3rd Point of View. There was the thunder that continuously rumbled into the dark sky, in the middle of the night. It was roaring heavily as if it was giving the fishermen a sign to get out of the boat and the storm will stay for a couple of days, leaving destruction around their houses. It's the price of misery they would get for building houses around the sea, where unknown creatures already lived. Lucy and Jacob were found in the midst of the sea, sleeping on the unoccupied boat. By the splash of a sea, they were awakened, still getting swayed by the water to the shore.Lucy roamed her eyes around, and so does Jacob. As the reality finally sinks in, Jacob growls while wolfing out, ripping his clothes apart. Lucy wept, and like Jacob, she wolfed out."I need to take back my daughter. I will," Jacob grunts. He immediately submerge into the sea and run like he was on land. Soon after, he became like a jetski, running toward the shore. Lucy is on his back. People around the island wer
Damion's Point of View. Never met a woman who was as vulgar as she is. Or... did I? "What? You've been staring at nothingness for quite a while. Are you that shocked? Is this your first time to ever heard a woman ask you shit like this?" she chortled and looked away. "Nevermind. I shouldn't have asked an impotent to have sex with me. Even if we do, it'll be impossible to feel the pleasure from you." Faye looked away and was about to lie down again to continue what she's been doing earlier. How unlucky of her to feel disturbed when I pulled her back in my arms again a few inches away from me. I was remaining nonchalant as I looked into her eyes. "Stop teasing me about having sex with you." She chuckled. "Are you teased? Oh my god, why?" "You're teasing me!" I shouted in a trembling voice. "I'm asking you, but not teasing. I stopped and you still can't move on. Why, Damion? Why?" she asked, squinting her eyes. She gave a goosebumps that made me push her away. Caring for her seems
Faye's Point of View. Falling down STRAIGHT from stairs is like it could pass to America's Got Talent contest, and I need the reward now. Damion and I fell down at the same time but were later tossed in an opposite way when we reached the bottom. "What is that noise?!" the prison guard asked. I was stuttering to answer him, I don't even know how to start making words. When I looked at Damion, he was calmer than I am. Pretty sure, he's been here and was not surprised to see this hidden basement. "What the hell, Faye, come on up!" he whispered while his teeth were sticking as if he was about to yell but couldn't do it. Damion pulled me up, as our chains resounded. When we got up, the stupid chains tripped Damion, resulting to trip me too. Now, I'm on top of him. The prison guard came in. He looks like he was about to punch Damion. I don't understand how he looked right now, it's just blunt and confusing. It speaks volumes of emotions I couldn't fathom.He went outside without a w
Faye's Point of View. "NO!" I shouted, pulling back my hand as I whimpered in fear, while my voice trembled. I could feel the edge of my eyes getting wetter and wetter. "Don't you dare," blew Damion. I hid behind him, and he's supporting it with his hand— covering me from the danger. "Decide quickly. Whether you come with me or not, spit your decision right now. Your captors are about to come and fetch you," the prison guard snarled. When I look at him, he wasn't blinking. His straight eyes are sharply gazing upon Damion. Even his fist are crunching. I don't know why he's acting like this. Maybe my guts failed me this time. Such a shame that I couldn't uncover his hidden thoughts behind those eyes. "We'll escape on our own," Damion finally responded after a long pause. "You didn't even know this place. How could you speak confidently after all?" the prison guard sarcastically replied with a smirk on his face— completely looking down on Damion. "We're in the middle of the sea. Ho
Faye's Point of View.I woke up confused.My eyes roamed around, familiarizing where I could be right now. I tried to move around, and shackles resound. Still not convinced that Damion and I didn't make it to the end of the shore, but my eyes instantly opened wide when I heard shackles. But this place is quite different than where we were placed. Damn, what is this kind of shit they have done to us?"You're finally awake," someone spoke behind me. He was familiar. I jerked my head and looked for him. It was Ralph— the traitor prison guard. "You again? Ugh, you suck," I mumbled, rolling my eyes."I'm sorry about what happened earlier—" he apologized rapidly."Come on, I don't need that," I interrupted."You need to—""Shush.""But I was—""Shush."Ralph released a deep sigh, closing his eyes. I think he was trying to calm himself and collect some courage to speak up once again after being continuously rejected.This is fucking insanely hilarious! God damn it. He looked so pissed off