MONSTERS CALLED MEN

IF THERE WAS ANOTHER NAME TO CALL THE PAIN BRINGERS AND MEASLY CREATURES OF THIS WORLD, I WOULD CALL THEM MEN.

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WELCOME💕🌸

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ALICIA’S POV.

I shut my eyes deeply as the bare taste of the alcohol hit the back of my throat, squeezing my face up as I shook my body. I slammed the glass on the table, belching out.

I opened my eyes and let out a deep sigh. Yes. I was still going to die tonight, loose everything, and leave this harsh world for the cruel people. I was too soft-hearted, too caring for them.

Right after I left the mansion, I had seen a young boy trying to pick something from the floor, a coin and I had bent in my painful state to help him. The thoughts alone made me chuckle deeply, if it were Walter, he would call the boy weak for struggling in his 2 year old form and little fingers that he was bending down so low to pick something from the gutter.

And when I had mistakenly collided with someone I saw in the mansion that stared at me with disgust, I had muttered sorry, getting curses and insults of how bad a mother I was back from him.

“Stupid disgusting people.” I muttered, picking another glass and downing the content at a go.

So this night, I was going to drink to all of my pains, for all my sufferings to a pack who didn’t even recognize me as a person with opinions to, drink to being a failure as a mother to my dead son.

My throat burned at the thought of him, my poor Jason. I sniffed in, blowing out a deep breath as I picked another glass. I looked down at my lap, the small bottle of poison I got from a man who sold them on it. I smiled sadly, tears wanting to burn in my eyes.

I have lived so sadly, so painfully that there was nothing to make up for it now. I had lost everything I had once believed in, left with nothing, stripped bare naked with just physical pain and a hole in my chest, getting wider and bigger at the thoughts of everything.

I picked another glass and downed it, “ma’am, are you sure you’re okay?” The bartender asked me.

I looked up at him, my eyes watery and a smile on my lips, “pour more. Put all of this on the alpha’s tab. He’ll pay for it.”

He nodded, his face full with happiness as he turned his back to me. At least I was doing one more good thing before I died.

As long as something was on the Alpha’s tabs, he could charge as much as he wanted. It was the time where the pack members get to extort the mansion on any ridiculous thing, it was a rule, whoever made it, I had no idea. I smiled thinking about the look on Walter's face when he heard this.

The way his eyes would widen and his nose would be steaming hot. His blood would be boiling and the goddess knew, whoever would be bearing the brunt of it would be in so much that day.

“Too bad I won’t be there to see it.” I mumbled, picking the last cup from the last round and drinking it.

I watched as the bartender filled it all up again, dismissing him with a smile. Suddenly, my nose picked up on a scent so strong only to glance to see a man approaching me. I could not pick his face so well because of the bar light.

I hissed and looked back to my drink. After this round, I was going to wrap it up and get on to what I needed to do.

To die.

“What kind of slut wears lingerie to a bar? Are you that desperate?” I heard him say beside me.

I clenched my jaw, ignoring him and picking another glass, “how much for a night?” He said again.

I chuckled, my brain starting to get a little fuzzy. The audacity of men, to always think that everything was for them. A lady shouldn’t drink, a lady shouldn’t wear this, a lady shouldn’t do that.

“Are you deliberately ignoring me, you slut?”

I turned my head to meet his strong gaze and I felt something stir in me instantly. A strong desire to touch him, to feel him. I’ve never really enjoyed sex with Walter, it was always torture and to torture. He did as he pleased with me, called on me when he needed to touch me. And just jerked his load into me afterwards.

“How much do you charge for the night?”

“And why do you think I’m a slut? Do I look like one?”

I could make out a tattoo on his neck, peeling out of his turtleneck, “you’re wearing lingerie on this cold night, half of your breasts spilled out. If it’s not to attract the male gaze, then tell me what it is?”

I smiled, recalling how similar his words were to Walter’s. Except on nights where he had to touch me, I wasn’t allowed to wear anything that revealed any of my body, even my cleavage, “so a lady can’t dress as she wishes?” I retorted

“Not like this. You’re just a slut and so unworthy. But I like people like you, just for the night.”

I chuckled and picked one of my glass, noticing I had just two left. I looked down at the small glass on my laps and picked it to my hand. Men. Such worthless and pretentious beings.

Always acting like the entire world was made specifically for them. If this was the last act to teach species like them, I would. I would give up my soul and make sure this man here bears the brunt of all my pain.

He was just a measly whatever that I hadn’t seen before, and that clearly doesn’t know who I am. If I died right in his arms, on his bed, he would pay dearly for it. That was the last thing Walter would do, have someone else bear the blame of my death.

“Don’t pay. Just take your time with me.” I retorted.

He picked up his glass and drank it all at a go, stepping down from his chair, “can we go then, slut?” He asked, making sure to add more tension to his last words.

I ignored the part of me that was feeling offended by his words, downing the last two glasses bitterly. This was for the pain I had suffered, for the pain each and everyone had made me go through, and for the descending manner he talked to me.

“Sure, I hope you won’t be regretting it tomorrow.”

He scoffed, eyeing me down scornfully and with mockery in his eyes, “regret a night with a common and cheap slut. Never.”

“Alright then. We’ll see.” I retorted, smirking under the bar light before standing up and following him.