"Where did you three come from?"
Vulcan asked as he drew nearer to the ladies. He was conscious not to say what would set them on a verge. There was a pain in his heart that he was yet to heal but he was sure that time would teach him the best thing to do.
The ladies turned to him. Three of them. They were dressed half naked, half clothed. From distance, you can't be really sure what their motive would be.
You could tell from the fall of their stomach to the fall of their thighs that the ladies were not what they seemed to be.
He wasn't expecting something sane from them. He was sure that they wouldn't be humans. He needed no soothsayer to prove that.
He remained at the spot he was grazing the spot with his eyes. He was going to make a mess of all the things if he acted stupidly.
The lady at once stopped what they were doing and started towards him.
At first, he wanted to be jumpy but of what use was it?
He was a man and should prove that to whoever would give him whatever he wanted.
He didn't even know what he was thinking. Time would test the difference quickly. He was sure about that.
The three got to him and made a circle around him.
The first lady said,
"Lover boy, for how long would you be lost?"
He looked at the lady. He had a lot of questions to ask her as regards what she had just said.
He scanned the faces of the other ladies to figure out if they were supportive of what the first had said.
The weren't going wearing the off look. Twas quite obvious to tell that they knew what the other lady was talking about.
He wouldn't be fool amongst them. He should have a way around the whole thing.
"Why call me a lover boy."
He said trying to hold the three in one gaze. That wasn't possible, so he just switched the look, holding the one for some moments and the other one for few other.
The second lady hijacked the discourse,
"We know that you're a gigolo."
The lady who had spoken smiled as though she was taking delight in what she was doing. You could tell from the flexing of her eyelids that she needed more odds to fuel the feeling.
"You don't know shit about me. I can easily tell that you guys are making all these up."
He was becoming resentful but he was mad too. He was feeling very mad at the ladies. He was boiling but was trying to hide it.
A part of him saw no reason of getting too worried about what they had said.
The truth was that he loved sex. He should be proud of that. He hadn't remembered himself being sad or worried being called a gigolo by anybody whatsoever.
There seemed to be a quick change in him. The change he couldn't affect.
"Now tell us the numbers of ladies you've had ex with in this half of fantasy."
He looked at the girls. They were playing the mind game with him.
He should be smarter than them but they seemed to have some tricks he wasn't seeing.
The ladies were seated in a chain, like a circle and he was standing in the middle.
He tried walking outta the circle but he couldn't. He was way too weak to do that.
There seemed to be a supernatural force that was pulling him back. He wished he could lay his hand on that force but twas a mere Illusion.
He gave up on trying to escape. All his life in the world of fantasy, he had done nothing but tried to escape. He wouldn't keep to that if he really wanted a new thing.
He sat on that spot where he had been standing. He was observant. He wanted to see them to their worst. He didn't care whatever they did have in mind.
All he could think of was getting over with that shit. If he wasn't attaining that, he didn't wish to attain any other thing.
"Have I met you somewhere before. Like sometimes ago?"
He asked. The ladies were doing all their best to hide their identities. He could tell the difference between wanting to edify a point and playing around points to hit an aim.
"Not that of which we can think about."
The lady who seemed to be leader of the ladies said.
"That's not a way to answer a question."
He retorted but none of the ladies answered him.
He had been in such situation before but he had never experienced such lockdown ever in his life.
"And why did you lock me down if you're..."
He thought of the better words to say. He didn't want to waste any of the words he would say.
He needed to step on the nerves of the ladies and make them fall by his own words.
If he could hit that, they probably would let the chain break and he would be able to walk freely.
But if he did get a release from the circle, where would he go? No where of course.
He dumped that thought. Even if he was yet to determine where he would go, he still thought being free as the best thing he could think of.
"As powerful as you think you are."
That should be the best punchline he had ever thought of.
He picked the ladies one after the other. They seemed to be communicating with one another.
He obviously didn't know what they were saying, but he could guarantee that he was the priority of their discourse.
He could tell from the way they took off and hurled their gazes at him.
He was staying so positively. Things would work out the way he wanted it.
"Go."
The three ladies sad at the same time.
He didn't understand what they were trying to do but he felt a good feeling about it.
He stood up. He didn't believe them. What if they were playing another game with him.
He quit disbelieving. He seemed to be harming himself more with that feeling.
He walked towards the first lady, she wasn't a good vibe. He took the other turn.
He walked towards the next lady. She wasn't so cool. At least she didn't look that look. He could tell from her face.
He walked towards the last lady, she seemed more ferocious than the other two.
He walked back to th spot he had been sitting. He wouldn't continue perambulating when he was supposed to be acting.
He thought for a while and walked towards the leader of the three.
Then he walked past her, outside the circle. Twas more than easy than he had thought.
What they seemed to had done to him earlier was merely the prison of the mind. It kinda worked on him for a while. But there he was, he was free.
He looked back at the three of them.
They didn't seem moved. They were smiling at him.
He wouldn't feel stupid around them. He started smiling towards them too.
Fate was jumpy and he could feel the act of the odds.
Then at once, he looked away from them towards the sea. It seemed more like the horizon was calling at him. He couldn't be deaf to the call.
It seemed like there was a trumpet in the waves that was pruning rhythms which had the calls of his name.
He could neither ignore the feeling nor toss it aside. He was bent on doing something about it.
He began to walk towards the sea. Like he was going to hug the waves.
Like he was going himself to the warm embrace of the waves.
If there were some creatures in the sea, twould had been better for him. Twould had been reasonable. He would had had a reason to go there.
But there was nothing yet the pull was so strong that he couldn't fight himself off it.
Time was giving him something to fiddle with but he didn't know how to go about it.
If fate was generous as it claimed to be, he shouldn't be in such state.
He got to the tips of the waves. The tongues of the waves washed to where his feet was and tickled his soles.
The second wave that came was somewhat ferocious and pulling.
Then he heard a call from behind,
"Come back. Bad idea."
He turned to look. The noise came from the ladies. He had no idea what they were talking about.
It mad no sense to him. The only thing he could think of was the call of the sea and its waves.
He began to walk towards the sea, more and more till he made a long flip and lift and was thrown into the length of the sea.
He went down into the waves of the sea and felt some forces tearing out his breath.
Soon, he was lying at the shore of the sea unconsciously with three silhouettes towering over him.
They wouldn't leave him to death.