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15: 10 Percent
Mystique stared hellaciously at the man who had a stolid expression as he worked on patching Mystique's wounded arm as they were now in the kitchen where, she was sitting on the counter, a first aid box opened widely beside her.
Unanswered questions sprinted through her head as her eyebrows narrowed in disconcertment. The little melodrama that took place earlier was still fresh in her brain but how could she forget such a chronicle play in just a few seconds. she continued to stare unblinkingly at Damien, who unremitted what he was doing. Mystique shifted her gaze away as she blinked a few times.
Should she ask, she had a right to ask right?, Would Damien snap at her for being nosy.
Mystique couldn't stop reckoning till she finally came to a decision.
"Damien..."
Damien interposed. "She's my aunt, turned stepmom. My dad married her a week after my mom's deat
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Stained 16: Defensive
Stimulating the next morning, Mystique tried to stretch only to ascertain an arm snaked tightly around her waist, making it arduous for her to move her body. Opening her eyes slowly, the first thing that came into sight was the snoozing face of Damien Martinez, who had his arms encircled securely around her while Mystique had her head rested against his unclothed chest, listening to his tranquilized heartbeats. Mystique beamed as she recalled the past events as she gazed exuberantly at the grim man a blurry vision with her glasses. She couldn't explain the feeling of adrenaline that rushed through her body like a wave. Shifting her body forward slowly, she pecked Damien's cheek lightly, her cheek turning like that of crimson as she went back to her position, resting her head against Damien's chest, where it rightfully belonged enjoying the smallest sensation of warmth. "I want a future with you too" she whispered. As she recalled the lov
Stained 17: Misunderstanding
Reaching the highest floor in the building, Mystique made her way out from the elevator with a little lunch box in hand. Stepping into the floor, Mystique was surprised to find nothing in sight, not even a secretary's table but a door that must lead to the CEOs office. With a shrug, she headed towards the door and knocked. A few seconds later, the door opened to reveal a lady in a short mini skirt and a blouse that was showing too much cleavage. Mystique gazed questioningly at her but the lady was busy scanning her from head to toe before rolling her eyes. She held the door opened and instructed Mystique to enter rudely. Paying no mind to her childish behavior, Mystique stepped in but instead of a CEO's office, she was met with another hallway but this time, a secretary's table was outside a glass door. The lady went behind her desk and sat down. "What can I do for you?" She continued with her infantile manners. My
Stained 18: Hidden
To kill a monster, you must become one yourself *~* Cracking of bones, screams of anguish and agony, reddish liquid spread all over, the sound of lugubrious cries, taste of salty tears. All were like a melodious sound to his ears, and a blissful scene in his eyes. His lips curved into a smile, his smile was sadistic, atrocious, inhumane, and fiendish, a complete display of the man he was, the real rapscallion in our closet, the nightmares that stalked the weak, languid, and even the vigorous of mind. He was he. Advancing, he held the man’s hand, who was tied to a hand chair, his face badly wounded, his clothes tattered and smudge, his body deficiently bludgeoned, and lastly, a dagger was buried in his left thigh, emanating with reddish liquid as his breaths were slackened and wimpish. One could say the man was barely alive. The monster smirked in gratificati
Stained 19: Ambush
"That's your baby!" The female doctor enunciated, using ultrasound on Mystique's three months pregnant stomach. Mystique's eyes drenched at the contiguity of her little one, the life she and Damien bred. Mystique gripped Bell's hand tightly. "It's Cute," Bell remarked, gazing zealously at the machine from where she was standing beside the bed, holding unto Mystique's hand. "Your pregnancy is thriving greasy as long as you stay cautious and strain" The doctor informed. "I was expecting to see your husband today as he normally comes for your check-ups, he didn't come?" She pointed out. Mystique tardily sank her gaze dolorously before answering. "He couldn't make it" "Oh, that's too bad but he could be present to know the sex of the baby. Am sure he wouldn't miss that" The doctor passed as she put away the scanner and Mystique sat upright, straightened her shirt.
Stained 20: Clueless
Nabbing a cigarette from her pants, Harriet ignited it up and stuck it between her lips as she took a long drag before releasing a cloud of smoke into thin air from where she was lounging at the dining area in Damien's condo, convoying the other lady squatting on one of the couches, motionlessly. Bell had gone to the kitchen for water as what she just stumbled upon was jarring, hair-raising, and unannounced. Harriet smirked. She couldn't blame the other as she would feel the same if she was assailed unanticipatedly. Mystique was pocketing it too readily from what she envisaged. she was anticipating the other to go through some attack just as she was informed but she got none. Mystique sighed, the silence was gauche and nettlesome for an arduous Mystique who kept buffing her palms together perturbed, licking her dehydrated lips, shutting her eyes as she felt a headache acting up. "Here, have t
Stained 21: Mafia
Traipsing out from the bedroom, Mystique beamed as the aroma of a palatable meal broke through her nostril, making her empty stomach grumble loudly. For a moment she thought Damien was back but when she came out with a hand over her tummy supportively, a reality hammered her slavishly, seeing the guys tucking in at the dining area. Mystique's smile dropped, replaced with a snoot as she thought of how none of them bugged to wake her up for breakfast. She was the pregnant one, not them. Seeing that her presence was not acknowledged yet, Mystique cleared her throat loudly and successfully earned everyone's attention. Harriet, with a tossed bread halfway to her mouth, shut her eyes and let out a rue, seeing her nightmare early in the morning. Mystique raised an eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean, Harriet?" she sported a glare towards the other.
Stained 22: Uncle
With each word she pored out, her hands only tautened on the piece of the file, bearing consequential information she had missed. Processing each word, her brown eyes without warmth darkened and her breathing fastened as her chest rose up and down. If this had been a cartoon series, irritating smoke would be raging from her ears, and fire would be catching from her eyes...if that was possible. Unable to bear it any longer, she chucked the piece of file on the table, thudding it loudly in an apoplectic state. Releasing a heavy breath, she rested her back on the office chair, a hand to her temple as she tried to massage down a headache. She was growing too old for this...! Where did that piece of shit come from...? No, she shook her head, she wouldn't let her take everything she had labored so hard and so many years to build, she wouldn't let her, over her dead body would she let the past come back to haunt her
Stained 23: Theo
Twirling the wheels, he blisteringly drove on the road like a pro...maybe he was. The horns coming from his car were apoplectic, just the way he felt at the very moment. With a wail, he ruffled his hair backward with his left hand while the other remained at the wheels. His black hair was disarrayed and sloppy, his typically warm eyes were bloodshot like a deranged man, who was ready to put the trigger on the head of the person responsible for his insomniac nights, his pants were begrimed and his white sleeves were left unbuttoned from the top, unveiling his bold chest but he didn't care...why in heavens name would he care about his appearance at such a moment. How long had it been, when would all this ever stop. Why couldn't he go back to that loving family he used to have...even though everything was forgeries. Why did everything have to fluctuate, why couldn't he dwell in it even if it was just an illusion of what would happen i
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