City of Sinners

Chapter 43

“What is the call of your flesh?”

“What is your lust?”

“Listen to it, and be with us.”

“You belong here. You’re a Carnal Malefactor.”

Those were the various voices I have been hearing since I found myself stuck and shackled on this just-popped-out-of-nowhere bed. The warm sensation seeping through my body was making my body release sweat, but cold. My heart was pounding hard: nervous or excitement I am not sure. Surprisingly, I have been releasing moans as a hand crept on my bod, caressed me, exploring every corners of i. I should have hated it. I should have cut that arm who was sexually abusing me. But damn, the weird sensation creeping through my body was telling me differently. It says that I should moan, that I should enjoy the playful hand travelling across my body, groping my private parts passionately, as if I had already given myself.

That contemplation lasted for a minute. I have been biting my lips because of both the pleasure and at the same time, from the thought that this should not be me, and this should not be happening.

“Give in yourself.”

“Trust the call of your flesh.”

“Trust the carnal malefactor in you.”

Until the owner of the hand finally revealed himself. Above me, a handsome man—damn, I have to admit it—was looking straightly at me.

“Valour?” I asked.

His stare was melting me. Just by looking at the way how he looks at me, I could sense his longing, his thirst—his want to be with me. And I am being swayed by it. His arms that is pinning me down was hot, giving me different sensation. By that, I know that my face is also warm and colored similar to a tomato.

“Give in your self. Fall to the sways of your flesh. Of your lust. Of your desire,” someone whispered through my ear, but now, there is no one here in this room aside me and Valour.

I looked at Valour. Still, he was staring at me longingly. Is his really Valour? Is this really my butler? The man who always annoys me, yet the one who is always beside me, ready to protect and save me from different threats?

I doubt it.

Yet, some part of me is telling something differently: that I like the way how he looked at me, that I can play and tease him into falling into my charms, that I can take this opportunity to satisfy … my own secret lust.

“Valour, we should not do this,” I said. “Please? This is not the right place to be swayed by temptations.”

Despite my willingness to satisfy the sensation that my body is currently craving, I know that this are all weird and differently built. I know that this place is still the hell, and realizing back that we are inside the circle of lust, damn it, I forgot that this temptation could highly, possibly happen to test us.

Damn it, this is just a test. This is the game that Minos, the king of the Circle of Lust is telling us. This is the game of lust.

“Give in to your lusts!” A voice whispered to me again, but this time, it is more aggressive and filled with force.

“Respond to the call of your flesh, you carnal malefactor!” another whisper.

Valour’s face becam aggressive as well. He snarled, and then attempted to kiss me. I pursed my lips and evaded his kiss. Even though I am restricted, even though my arms and legs were shackled and confined by chains, I did my best to fight his dominating actions. This man here, he is not Valour. He is a different person. He is someone that is just trying to mimic Valour.

Valour then shrieked. I was surprised by it because the way how he had done it is the way how a woman will do the scream. Suddenly, from a handsome man, Valour’s body turned pale and ghostly and seemingly transparent. His toned body became petite; feminine. His hair became long and curly—the Valour copy cat has revealed herself. She is the same woman who appeared in my front before I find myself restricted here in this bed.

She was screaming, looking at me with anger and despise. She was about to strangle me into death, but I quickly closed my eyes. I kept thinking that everything was just a dream; that everything was just under the realm of false truth.

And so it was.

Sooner, I just heard back the familiar howling sound of ghosts and the strong wind pressure that is trying to drag me out of where I stood. My hands still felt locked, and when I opened my eyes to see what was still keeping my hand restricted, I noticed Valour’s hand, holding my own hand tightly. On the other side, it was Agos. Both of them still has their eyes closed, struggling. Valour’s eyebrows were meeting each other, sign that he might be fighting the temptation that is attacking him now. But the big problem is Agos and the other Vultures. Most of them were having a peaceful closing of their eyes, as if they are enjoying the temptation that is tickling their insides.

I have to make a move. I have to help them. Or else, they will be stuck here in this place.

“Valour!” I called while I squeeze his hand. “Valour, come on listen to me! That is not the real thing! Fight with that imaginary lust! We need to help others!” His eyelids were shaking. Good, that means he could still hear me. I know he do.

“Valour!” I just hope that he could fully hear me.