MACHIAVELLIAN

chapter two

Madel

I winced at the bitter taste of vodka burning down my throat, i missed it the high life the sensation it sent to my spine the sound of baring music the smell of sweat mixed with perfume and smoke, most of all the locked away memories of that night that painful yet sweet memories I don't want to touch.

"are you okay" Wisten inquired as watching me gulp down the third shot if vodka, slamming the glass on the table

"i am good, it's been a long time" flashing him a small smile I said, sitting down there everything blurred out it felt the darkness of that night coming back

"Madel ...

Wisten called with annoyance

..fucking Christ Mabel down to earth, if you are going to sit there and keep zoning out then just go home" now Wisten was pissed picking up his coat, he left, left me sitting all alone on the bar stool.

"well I deserved that" I ordered another shot.

one shot another shot another shot I lost count of it, now I could feel the alcohol kicking in I could feel the tickle on my skin, feeling aroused at smell of sweat everything is just like that night, loud music, ladies dancing in lingerie twisting their bodies in lustful ecstacy.

I could still feel the cold metal of gun that was placed between my legs, the wet kisses, the grip, the heavy breathing I still feel myself arching my back moaning blissfully , how I fist the sheet as he moved heavily in me. I still remember the feeling of wet soil on my body the smell of roses I remember the terror and feeling of fear as i woke up in a graveyard half buried it was like sleeping in heaven and waking up in Hell.

Wisten

I didn't wish to come to the bar with Madel but she insists, saying she missed going to the club with me so I had to go there, we sat by the bar she kept taking shots without saying it was boring and depressing to watch her drink,

"are you okay" I felt pathetic asking her that question not with how I was feeling right now,

"i am good, it's been a long time" Madel answered with a small smile,

I watched her lost in her thoughts I tried to hide my nervousness, I could feel an eerie eyes watching me could feel myself at the thought it was that person, Madel's silence was not helping,

"Madel ...

i called with annoyance

..fucking Christ Mabel down to earth, if you are going to sit there and keep zoning out then just go home" i got pissed picking up my coat I left the Madel at the bar,

'madel I am sorry' i whispered to myself as I left the club I must be coward to run away, but it has always been like this, him the predator and me his prey, I could never outrun him but I keep holding to my stupid hope I could hide from him, that night was a mistake, a mistake that will keep me running my whole life.

standing outside the club I fumble with jacket trying to find my car keys , hands shaking my back drenched in cold sweat, my heart beating hard through my rib cage just like that night just different situations, that night was out of stimulation but now is out of panic, fear.

"did you think you could hide from me?" i froze feeling shivers down my spine, I knew that voice, that was the voice of the devil, that voice did all sort of things to me,

the voice I love and hate.