"Okay," I grunted while pulling my Kumpur. "I'll agree to fight with you.""Oh really?" He smirked as he stretched his knuckles, which emitted a loud cracking sound, and he also grabbed his pocket knife, similar to mine."Really." I tilted my head and narrowed my eyes as I took out my pocket knife from my dress and twirled it around my fingers then unfolded the knife.And there, we both started running toward each other at such speed with enraged, searing eyes while aiming the knife at him."I'm not a saboteur, Allura." He grinned while running towards me. "I'll break every part of you.""Leo, you fucker!" I shouted.SlashThey slashed each other in the face with each other's knives as they ran up to each other, cutting a wound in Leo's and Allura's cheeks.Leo used the advantage of grabbing my knife as I stumbled back on the floor from the deep wound on my cheek.I groaned but quickly composed my vigor and ran up to him as I wrapped my arms around his waist and used that as leverage

It was a chilly breeze with the howling of owls, and crickets chirping, with just the moon beaming above and candles providing the only source of light in the tranquil cemetery.The cold crept like ice into my skin, but I shook it off by rubbing my arms repeatedly. It's the middle of the night, and despite the fact that hours have passed, I'm still sitting alone in front of a gravestone.Even though it had been at least a day since I returned to Regio's mansion, I insisted on paying someone a visit. Luckily, here I am.I took one of the candles and lit it, but it was soon blown off by the wind. Before dropping my words and chatting with the gravestone, I gave a bitter smile."I hope you're still listening to my stories, Azazel."I spoke while looking at the tombstone, his tombstone."I'll be the one telling you stories now since you didn't get to continue telling your stories to me."It's been hours... hours of talking to the gravestone as if he's there."It's been a year now?" I murm

I felt my breath leave my lungs as I heard the recording.I'm now lying down on my bed after staring at the thin air while sitting in the corner of the room for almost an hour, leaving the walkie-talkie locked inside the cabinet as it brings me chills, either from the cold weather or from the recording itself.The loud thunder didn't even daunt me. I tried to sleep, turning around on my bed, and wrapping a pillow around my head while stuffing myself beneath the blankets. The recording left me in guilt that makes my chest heavy. I feel a lump in my throat forming as tears form in my eyes from the fear and torment that is starting to wrap around my head. I turned my back to Zacharias to cover my mouth, attempting to hide my uncontrollable cries, hiccups, and weeps, fearing Zacharias would hear me and wake up.But Zacharias is fully awake and heard everything, even the recording.Again, guilt.--The morning quickly came, and last night's thunder made me heavily asleep until the morning

A red room.That was enough to shut me up, the shock in my eyes made me freeze in place while standing at the door, only hearing the heavy presence of the men behind me.Who knew my consequences would be this?Only the ticking of the clock that felt like running out can be heard, the dark chuckles and the company of the men behind my startled state.My eyes averted everywhere, exploring every bit and corner of this so-called red room. There are red cushion walls with leashes, handcuffs, dangling metals, batons, straps, spanking paddles, leather materials, and toys. Curved-looking couches on the side, an "X" form mounted on the wall, and a king-sized red bed with metal locks on the side. There were more extravagant and bizarre yet sumptuous-looking things. A tint of crimson red and violet hue on the dim lights in the room with a lavish scent, complementing the ambiance of the room.Suddenly, I heard the door shut close and I flinched on my place, feeling nervousness creep under my skin

My responses are a total gift to the males on the couches, who are trying so hard to keep the tents from forming on their pants while clenching their jaws. Who knew? They know more of those thoughts going on inside my head, those little thoughts that make those hazy evenings of fantasizing seem like heaven. It's as if a small secret is being revealed, albeit it's exactly what they want, me being vulnerable to them."Poor you, look what lust you've just indulged in." Kanji cooed as he pondered those small naïve expectations in my head. He finds it amusing, to put it mildly. He enjoys those small delusions that someone has already deciphered him, and it is this that makes him significant, not just in Regio's eyes, but also in hers as a "saint."Kanji continued his harsh yet calculated and deep thrust on me. Tears stream down my face as my screams and whimpers are muffled in the cloth and pillows. My eyes rolled up as I gripped the sheets with the metal and handcuffs jingling with every