Alex's Point of View
Two days passed, and I was tired of sitting in hiding, playing games, and listening to music when I could be having fun and fucking bitches to my heart's content.
"I'm leaving." I blurted out, rolling my eyes as I spoke those words.
"Where are you going?" Faith asked sarcastically, her focus set on her phone as she continued pressing.
"I need to have a conversation with Grace Mallory; I'm leaving." I muttered, picking up my phone and walking out the door.
Faith's gaze was on me, her eyes glazing all over me like I'd gone mad or something, but I was fine; in fact, my brain was working better than it used to.
For two days straight, I'd planned my way out of my bad situations. I was going to sweep Grace off her feet once again and run for my life from Isabella.
Just when it was about to get interesting, I had to quit; my brain said yes, but my mind kept on telling me no.
"Just one more night, to fixate on those brown eyes and teach her what it meant to be a slave once more." I thought, but I was scared.
I scrolled through my phone and finally dialed the number. "Hello, am I speaking with Mrs. Mallory?" I asked once the other line engaged.
"Alex." She said, her voice convincing and concise.
Even after staying in the hospital for almost two years, her senses haven't dulled a little bit.
"I want us to meet up, just the two of us." I said, clenching my fists in hope that she would bite the bait.
"No problem." Mrs. Mallory replied and ended the call immediately.
"It's showtime." I said, texting Mrs. Mallory the address and walking up the stairs that led to the study.
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Isabella's Point of View
Three days passed, and he didn't show up again, like a dog on a leash. I was bound to that room. Every knock on the door made me anxious. "When did I become so loose?" I thought.
I wasn't used to this, but the sensation I felt that day was stuck in my brain; I suddenly craved the feeling of calling him master before purging him to his death.
I stood up and walked straight to the bathroom, turning on the shower and letting the water stream down my unclad body, my eyes closed as the memories hit me. "Kneel." He said, the way he said it and the sensation it gave me started to repeat itself again.
My eyes snapped open. "I have to find him." I whispered to myself, getting out of the showers, and immediately walking straight to the wardrobe, I picked out a short black gown.
I applied my makeup, then slipped into the gown, and in an hour I was ready to leave the hotel room with no idea where I was headed.
I walked out of the hotel's main door, walking towards the street to hail a cab; I waved my hand, and a blue car stopped in front of me.
I diverted my attention and turned back to my original purpose, but he came down and approached me.
"Good morning, pretty." He said, his voice croaky and unsatisfying.
"Who is this ugly beaver?" I thought sarcastically, almost laughing at how he said those words.
"Morning." I replied, giving off a soft smile.
"I see you're waiting for a ride, if you don't mind. Can I take you to where you're going?" He muttered slowly. I could sense his nervousness seeping through his skin.
"Well, I can use him to satisfy my blood thirst whilst looking for the one that would quench it." My thoughts went wild, and at that moment I decided it's fate.
Not every prey gets the chance to enjoy the goods before facing death, and this guy is going to be my first test subject. I call it "Quick kill."
The excitement brought a smile to my face while I looked into his face, "Just willing to tour the city, thank you for the offer." I said, walking towards the door, while he moved to the other side before revving the engine to life.
The tires squealed, and the music buzzed through the car's stereo, while he started asking me lots and lots of questions I wasn't interested in. The more he talked, the more annoyed I got.
"What's your name?" I asked, cutting him off.
"Josh." He replied.
For twenty minutes he had said and listed enough for me to know about his entire twenty-five years on earth.
"Josh, what do you want from me?" I asked, on a seductive time out of the blue. My fingers in between my lips as I brought out the demon in him out of the blue.
"I want to fuck you." Josh said
"Then take me to a motel." I whispered in his ear seductively.
Like a boar in heat Josh drives like a maniac into a cheap motel near West Lake Street. We got out of the car as we walked in. I placed a nose mask over my nose and put on shades to disguise.
Josh ordered a room, and we both walked in. Twenty minutes later, I walked out of the room; the metallic scent clung to my skin as I leapt into the hall. My heart pounding, the adrenaline rush was intoxicating, and for the first time, I'd tasted the thrill of the quick kill, sloppy yet satisfying.
My eyes were turning and twisting with pleasure as the elevator door whirred open. "Quick death" gave an ultimate sensation that none of my other kills gave; my hands trembled slightly, and the sensation of people watching me thrilled me more.
I almost walked out of the hotel when someone walked past me, "That smell, I know that smell." I thought, turning around as I walked towards the man dressed in black suits and pants, alongside him was a woman clearly older than him.
I tapped the man, and he turned around, and those eyes showed again, the golden eyes of my master. I gulped hard from a mixture of excitement and thrill while he stood there, his gaze piercing my skin.