Malachi
1023 Words
Your breathing is the air to my fire.
The air in the club is rancid-cheap booze, stale sweat and desperation like a second skin. This place is a hole. A pit. And I hate it. But I'm here.
The Amber liquid still settied in my glass untouched. I didn't come here for the drink. I never do. The noise, the lights, the sickening way these idiots whistle and yell, losing control like animals made my skin crawl.
But I have to be here and its all that matters. I checked my phone for the sixteenth time, the b***h is late.
I lift my head watching her walk through the door like she knows how much time she has wasted. The lace clings to her body like a skin. Her hips swaying and her body screaming dressed to kill. "Hello, can I buy you a drink?"she asked with a sweet smile. Her gaze fell on my untouched drink. "I don't drink" I muttered darkly. "I need a favor from you" she said gulping down my drink."And what is it?" I asked, playing along as if I didn't know. "Kidnap my friend and take her to a remote place". I chuckled."And why should I do that?" I asked. "Because she wants to be free from her dad's death grip. No further questions" she said sarcastically. I shrugged already knowing the whole story anyway. I sipped the glass of water ordered for. "So how much are we talking here?" she asked. "Twenty dollars" I said with a smug smile. "That's too much...wait what? twenty dollars?" she asked. I gave a nod staring at her."Why?" she asked. "I am a killer not a thief. It's an insult to charge high though". I was curious when I'll finally get hold of her. " when?" I asked. " Her birthday is on 5th September. Her father celebrates it at the Grandeur with a bunch of closely related kin and close friends. So it's about two months from now".
Perfect, I couldn't help but say but Blake looks tipsy enough to even notice me talk less of hearing me.
"What if she stays with me at my place in Belize? it's remote and a nice place to stay too." I suggested. "Plus it's off radar". Blake smiled widely and almost jumped me if not for my warning scrowl. "Really all this for twenty dollars?" she asked. I glanced at her."Would you prefer to pay twenty million dollars then?. I charge as much for real kidnapping and a little bit more for torturing and higher than that for the murder". She giggled raising her hands in surrender. "Yeah I'm fine with that. Can't wait to tell her the good news". Blake left for the dance floor giving me a reason to leave. I paid for us both and left immediately.
I couldn't stop thinking about what I'd do to her when I see her in my space. I keep telling myself that it's because of my revenge plan that I'm letting her in my house but that doesn't mean I would treat her like a guest. I contacted my caretakers giving them instructions to follow regarding my house at Belize.
I studied the layout of her daddy's mansion learning the sleep routine of the guards and the change of guards every two hours. I fumed at the money he has acquired after his dirty deeds to each and every one of us at the hideout. I clenched my teeth telling myself that I would fulfill the calling of ending his life gradually. I will take everything that is precious to him one by one. I already started the first plan and I'll finish it till the end. Tonight I was determined to visit my little bird.
I scaled the fence moving in stealthy as I've always been. I walked in freely after by passing the cameras and motion sensors. I entered her room through the balcony. There she was asleep like a child, she was curled up in a fetal position. I leaned in breathing in her scent. She smelt like banana and strawberries coupled with her lavender body wash. I looked around for someone who has enough money in the bank, she had little stuff that's considered luxurious. Her shelves have books of different genre probably she must have read her way to know. I took note of her diary and journals... nothing was written in it for months and after her graduation.
Her perfume smelt like water lilies and it seems like she doesn't like it enough to spray it on herself so I took it. She doesn't need it anyway. I found a book under her pillow and looking into it she wrote something in it. I chuckled inwardly, my little bird writes in every book she reads but keeps her diaries and journals for adventures.
I glanced through most of the books reading through the short writings in it, basking in how twisted and unhinged her little mind is. She's curious about s*x and adventures to explore. From what I read she feels pain and gloom that her mom isn't here that maybe it'd be different if she were here. Her phone buzzed on the nightstand and I took it using her pinky finger to unlock it as I've seen her do from my cameras in her room. I read through her chats with Blake and a secret chat buddy she talks to about her fantasies. She hasn't even told Blake about it or anyone. Anger rose up in me that someone other than her real stalker and would be murderer gets to her secret fantasies. I deleted all those chats and blocked the contact. I made a mental note to block her access to f*******:. It made me so angry that I leaned in biting hard on her neck and not letting go until I tasted blood but my little bird did something strange. She moaned.
I left her little gifts and a note which I used my right hand to write with since I'm left handed.
I glanced at her again before leaving the room.
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