Third Person Narrative
Moana burst into crazy laughter at Lucas' words, "It's not funny," Lucas pouted, but Moana laughed even harder.
"Your mother must be a saint. Thankfully, you've changed before I met you. If not, I would have whipped you into shape in just a few days," She choked out between giggles.
Lucas smiled, amused by her teasing, "I'm not sure you could have, Ana. That part of me is still there. I get angry over little things,"
Moana nodded, still chuckling as she munched on her popcorn, "This popcorn isn't sweet," She complained, pouting.
Lucas was allergic to popcorn, so he ignored her, making her angry. She buried her head on the table, muttering under her breath. Lucas raised an eyebrow, "What else do you want, Ana? Or don't tell me you want to ask something of me,"
Her face brightened, and she pointed to the juice in the fridge. Lucas smirked, knowing exactly what this meant, "No," He said, firmly.
"You're treating me so unfairly. One glass of juice, and now you're denying me? All because I don't know the password to unlock the fridge,"
"It's not ladylike to drink the juice often," Lucas said, a hint of amusement in his voice, "So, what do you suggest I do?" She asked, angrily.
"If you're being stubborn, maybe you should just sleep," He replied, neutrally, making her face twisted in annoyance, and she threw some popcorn at him. She made to storm out, but he caught her from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"I'm sorry. It's just the juice has some effects on women. It can make them overly energetic, and if they drink it too often, they might get addicted," He whispered, and his breath tickled her ear.
Moana struggled to break free, but Lucas held her firm, "And when they're in that state, they react impulsively to the opposite sex," Lucas continued.
Her struggles slowed, and she leaned back into his chest, "Why are you so against me drinking it?" She asked, softly.
"Remember when we first met? You loved the juice, and I couldn't refuse you. But now, I'm trying to minimize your usage. I'll get you another type, and you can stop drinking this one. I don't want to see you get hurt. I couldn't bear it. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you," He explained, sorrowfully.
"You can make it up to me. Let me stay in your arms for a while," She requested.
"We can stay like this for as long as you want. I'm not letting you go," Lucas said, fiercely. She snuggled deeper into his chest, feeling safe and protected, "I love you, Lucas," She whispered.
"I love you too, Ana," Lucas replied.
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Moana's eyes narrowed as Floria approached her, a sly grin spreading across her face, "Moana, guess who's back?" Floria said, voice dripping with excitement.
"Who?" She asked, already knowing the answer, "Master. He just came back few minutes ago after two days," Floria replied, somewhat; she was smiling in admiration.
Her face fell. She hadn't expected him to return so soon. The thought of him being back, watching her, controlling her, made her stomach twist with anxiety.
"Why does he have to come back so early?" Moana muttered, trying to keep her emotions in check.
"I don't know, but I'm glad he's back. He's so intense. I love watching him skills. He's so powerful, and commanding," Floria said, giggling.
Moana raised an eyebrow, "You admire him?"
"Yes. He's just so captivating. And have you seen him without his shirt? He's gorgeous," She whispered, and giggles again.
"He is dangerous," Moana reminded, slightly yelling at her, "I know, but that's what makes him so fascinating. He's ruthless, unpredictable. And I want to be with him,"
"What do you mean?" Moana asked, raising an eyebrow, "I want him to summon me tonight. I want him to fuck me," Floria replied, barely above a whisper.
Her face turned paled. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Floria, the same girl who had been crying and trembling with fear just days before, was now eagerly anticipating the chance to be with Jericho.
"You're insane, Floria. He's going to destroy us all," Moana whispered, turning away from her.
Suddenly, the sky darkened and the rain started pouring down heavily. Jericho's men shivered, huddling together for warmth. But he seemed frozen in place, his legs refusing to move.
Floria grabbed her arm, "Come see this," She whispered, dragging Moana to the window.
Her feet became heavy, watching Jericho standing alone in the rain. His men had retreated to a safe distance, watching him with a mixture of fear and fascination.
Her gaze lingered on Jericho. She didn't want to look at him, "What's going on?" Moana asked, flatly, trying to sound uninterested.
"He's losing control. Whenever it rains, he became like this," Floria replied, still looking towards him.
She could see the tension in his body, the way his hands were clenched into fists.
Suddenly Moana ran out of her room. No one has ever near him, but she was determined to try.
When she approached him, their gaze with a deadly intensity, causing her heart skipped a beat, but she stood her ground.
"You need to leave, master," Moana said calmly, trying to reason with him.
But his expression twisted in agony. He blocked his ears tightly, and screwed his eyes shut, "Stop talking!" He yelled, hoarsely, and lack emotions.
Moana didn't back down. Instead, she took a step closer. The thunder struck, and Jericho fell to his knees, the gun slipping from his hand, "Don't come closer," He mumbled, dangerously.
But Moana disobeyed. She knelt down beside him, looking deeply at him, "What's wrong?" She asked, but he didn't answer. Instead, he kept his hands clamped over his ears.
An idea popped into her head. She wrapped her arms around Jericho, pulling him into a tight hug.
His men gasped, their mouths agape. No one had ever dared to touch him before. But Moana held tight, and whispering in his ear, "Was it scary? Whatever it is, I'm here with you, master. And I'll never run away from you,"
His body stiffened, still clamping his hands over his ears. But slowly, it began to slipped away from his ears.