Money, women, power, pizza...Jikad had it all. When it came to the pleasures of this world , no one knew how best to enjoy them more than Jikad. All men envied him while the women(and some men) desired him. With his towering height of six foot four and imposing build fit for a warrior,it was understandable as to why that was the case.
Not to mention his devilish handsome looks.
Legend has it that every woman that set their eyes on his gorgeous face dropped their undergarments as though they were on fire. With long lashes that framed his magnificent green eyes,below his thick eyebrows..to his strong nose and his angular jaw....he was truly breathtaking.
But what drew in most people was actually his bright personality. Jikad was rumoured to make friends as easily as he breathed. His outgoing character allowed him to interact freely with each and every one person ,young or elderly.
But that said, it was very difficult getting close to him. This was due to the large crowd of admires and followers that stuck to his side like glue.
Jikad never denied anyone the chance to be close to him,and neither did he bother stoping them from leaving him either( but who would want to leave this hottie??). This made him a poor lover unfortunately.
He had been in more relationships than he could count but could barely remember the names of his previous lovers .That wasn't because he had a poor memory,in fact his memory was quite impressive. He just never saw the need nor was he bothered enough to care about remembering their names.
He changed his lovers so often sometimes he didn't know if he was dating or not. And this caused him to make the greatest mistake of his life. Apparently one of his previous lovers was actually a psycho. According to her ,Jikad had taken advantage of her feelings for him and used her as he liked. After he was tired with her,he cast her aside like a dirty worn-out rug. She swore never to forgive him. And it turned out that her cousin's uncle's wife's brother's grandmother was actually a witch.
She stole he great cousin's uncle's wife's brother's grandmother's spell book and cast a nasty curse on him.
"I lener grishmor curse you Jikad nivida and bound you to the onslaught of this spell ! I offer you up as a sacrifice to the moon god Lunar. May he devour you whole to appease his never quenching hunger.May this be your punishment for al those hearts you broke and didn't even bother to apologize!!" Her chest heaving and angry tears streaming down her face,lener threw the lock of hair which belonged to Jikad in the center of the blood circle where it immediately combusted.
"I will make you pay for everything you have done!" She shrieked slicing her palm with an ancient looking knife letting the blood drip to the floor. She started chanting in an intelligible language as she drew out the curse in the circle using her blood. The blood trickled in a strange pattern before changing it's crimson color to a dark liquid.
"Now for the last part" lener muttered slowly rising to her feet.
"Mmmmm! Mmmmmph!!" Jikad who was tied upside down from the ceiling fretted uncomfortably. He had been warned by his personal butler notto leave his room since the security team had lagged behind due to a storm. True to his stubborn nature Jikad had ignored Sebastian's wise words and wondered out on his own.He had gone for a walk only to wake up with his mouth was taped hence he could not make any noise. His eyes widened in horror as he watched lener slowly approach him with the blood-slicked dagger in her hand.
"Hic-This is for making me fall in love with you just so you could abandon me!" lener sobbed as she raised her dagger.
"Mmmmmmm!!!"
Jikad screamt internally.'Why the hell is she crying I'm the one about to die!'
She grabbed his hair yanking it backwards resting the sharp blade on Jikad's throat.
The feeling of the cold sharp steel on his skin made him shudder. The realization of his impending doom made him try to free himself but it was to no use. Being that he was tied upside down from the ceiling only made it harder to escape..and after being inverted for such a long time he was also dizzy and nauseous.
"Mmmmmph!!!" Jikad could not believe that this was how he would die. Being the only child of the billionaire Nivada he was sure that his life would be a breeze. And his death would come to him peacefully at an old age or something like that. But here he was,in a dirty dingy basement, abducted by a psychotic ex who he doesn't even remember.
The chains clanked ferociously as he tried to wriggle out of the ropes that bound him.
"Shhhh!" Lener grabbed his face with her hands smearing the blood from her palm on his cheek.
"Mmm!!!" The knife was dangerously close to his eyes and he tried to swerve from her grab but to no avail.
" I love you " lener whispered against his lip. The corners of her lips lifted up to form the creepiest grin Jikad had ever seen.
'This crazy bitch!!'
Slice!
"Mmm-urgh!"
Blood splurted from Jikad's throat and his body jolted uncontrollably. The throbbing pain in his throat and the hot blood streaming down his face was the reminder that he was in fact not dreaming.
" Harcuta nokamu!! Hifsedon nokamu!!"
Lener chanted smearing the blood on the floor in a strange pattern.
Jikad was loosing his consciousness as his vision became increasingly blurry.
"Harcuta nokamu!! Hifsedon nokamu!Harcuta nokamu!! Hifsedon nokamu!Harcuta nokam.....
The sound of the chant got lower and eventually disappeared.
'That damned psycho....'