Isabella's Point of View
I stared blankly at the wall. "I've finally found my prey." I whispered. My hands trembling gently, I was filled with so much excitement, like the lion when it sees an antelope. I was feeling the urge to tear him up and burn his body with his ashes spread across the room.
I closed my eyes to picture the scene, and I could hear the sound of my blood flowing through my body. "He will come back soon." I thought, smiling.
After my second kill, I began to learn more ways to get my prey to be obedient. The best ways I could tame them like a dog before devouring them. Men loved to be in control. They wanted to own every inch of a woman's body, but once you gave them a taste and withdrew sharply, they would come back wanting more.
The more I keep them waiting, the more intense the burns get in their chest.
I sat on the bed, crossed my legs, and turned on the TV, my thoughts wandering back to my favorite movie, "Seven," where a man kills based on the seven deadly sins. "Pride, greed, lust, gluttony, wrath, envy, and sloth." While I find his cause noble, he was a fool to me.
I kill based on lust; I induce it and feed it to them, not glazing it with a noble cause but simply because I enjoyed it.
The sudden knock on my door echoed throughout the room, disrupting my inner monologue, but I was sure it was what I was waiting for. "He's here." I whispered as I walked to the door.
I opened the door, and he was standing there looking at me with those golden eyes. I could sense the burning desire to rip off my lingerie and drive me to the wilderness, but I knew he wouldn't.
It takes a moment to lose control, and this is the moment I seize total control and show him who's boss, or so I thought.
He stared into my eyes deeply without uttering a word, forcing me to gulp hard.
He moved towards me inch by inch, forcing me to move backwards instinctively till my back hit the wall.
"You are my slave, and I am your master. You would do everything I ask you to." He whispered gently but seductively in my ear.
My heart skipped a beat, and I could hear the thumping sound in my ears, "Now kneel!" He said, his voice barely a whisper.
Like a spell was cast on me, my knees weakened, and my body was in a state of helplessness, falling to my knee without uttering a word. "What's happening to me?" I thought, swallowing my saliva as I stared into his now cold golden eyes.
He walked away from where I knelt and sat on the bed, commanding me like a masochistic slave. "Take off your clothes." He said, his voice croaky and authoritative.
My hands moved on their own once more, as I could feel my lingerie slipping off my shoulders, revealing my unclad body.
"Now sit! And pleasure yourself till I ask you to stop." His words struck a chord in me; like a baby without its own thinking, I followed every order he dictated. While he watched me with his stern eyes without moving an inch.
"What is going on with me?" I thought I wanted to stop, but I couldn't because the room was filled with my intense moans as I touched myself helplessly.
After cumming twice, his voice echoed in my ears like he was releasing a cast bind, "Stop!" He shouted, and my fingers stopped moving at that instant. He walked towards me and patted my head. "Good girl. I'll see you soon." He said, giving me a kiss on my cheeks, and walked out of the room without uttering a single word.
I sat there wondering what just happened; I was so confused I couldn't think. "He… he controlled me?" I thought, trying to figure out where it all went wrong, but I couldn't get anything.
For the first time in my life, since Lucas, it was the first time I couldn't say no. And just like that, the head start I gained slipped right out of my hand, and I couldn't do anything about it.
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Alex's Point of View
I walked away from the suite briskly; a single second more in there and I would have lost myself. I rushed into my room, swiping the card as fast as possible while smiling like a maniac.
"Yes!!!" I shouted out of excitement. I never thought something like that worked in real life; it was the first time I tried it, and it worked like magic. The scenes replaying in my head wanted to make a burst.
The joy I felt at that point was synonymous with when I earned my first thousand, a hungry kid on the street earning a thousand overnight. That night I felt like Argentina winning the world cup. I was on top of the world.
I continued to smile as I picked up my phone. "I need to tell Faith." I whispered, but as I was about to click on the dial button, Faith's call came in.
I picked up hurriedly wanting to share my victory news with her, but her tone changed it all.
"Alex, get out of there now." Faith said, her voice trembling as she muttered those words.
"What do you mean, get out? What's wrong?" I asked, my voice laced with surprise and confusion.
"Pack your things and get out of that hotel; I'll explain things to you once you get to the guest house." She said, stuttering, her voice shaking vigorously.
"What's going on?" I thought the fact that she asked to meet at the guest house was strange. It was meant for emergencies, and we've never used it, so why bring it up now?
I picked up my phone and dialed her number again to confirm if I heard right, but her number was switched off. "Something is definitely wrong." I whispered as I hurriedly raced to the wardrobe to pack my stuff.