Doomed to Die in 3 Minutes

Guilty Heart

The line had been thrown out and the gloves had been dropped. Agarde bites with the ferocity of a shark which catches the scent of blood. “How dare you! You know nothing! Are your ears broken? Did you hear nothing of what I said? We fight day and night, and for who? Your kind and this nation! We do not just rest on our laurels. We do not call it quits if things get a bit difficult. Every little thing we do is under the scrutiny of others! We represent our entire families with every action. It’s something we can neither run nor hide from. Your pain may be yours, but ours belongs to us!” Defiance was burning in her eyes.

“You took that a lot more calmly than I thought you would. I guess there’s some truth to your words. Still, I don’t see why any of that means you can’t have fun with a guy when he’s being served on a silver platter. I’m not saying you get him as a prize for losing. He’s your product for payment. You gave me a wonderful fight, and now here’s your reward. He’s the wage for your work. I don’t see anything wrong with being paid for the effort you put in. Or if that isn’t a satisfactory answer, perhaps you can look at it like this, I mean, you distracted your own men from dealing damage to the city. As a representative citizen, I’m simply showing you our thanks for your generosity and mercy.” Changing the course of the conversation and twisting the type of logic being applied. 

Agarde is tongue-tied but she looks over to Corai and begins to sweat and shake a bit. Corai himself really did not enjoy that stare. It was like a wild animal looking at a cut of meat. He could practically feel his clothes and flesh being ripped away by a paper-thin nail until he was a ripe and peeled fruit ready to be chomped upon. “So how about it milady? Would you like to partake of this fine specimen? I’ll have no qualms after the performances you’ve given today.” The whispers of the devil in her ear. Pure temptation being leaked into her bloodstream.

“D-don’t I get a say in this?” The man in question was getting quite tired of all this. Taking orders is something natural to him, or rather learned from his profession but even so, being completely disregarded in conversations concerning him is a bit much even for him. “Oh, I don’t know. Do you?” Alisa’s grin was tall and wide. Begging for him to enter the ring. He sighed. He would probably regret this. “Of course I do. How would you like it if I talked about you in that way? Like offering you to some guy just because it was convenient or I had a debt to pay.” Alisa closed her eyes but her smile persists.

“Oh? Don’t men do that to women all the time? Since such is the case I don’t see why I can’t do the same, a little role reversal never hurt anyone. Besides… you were all ready to lay down and take it before I intervened, despite promising yourself to me just a couple of minutes before. Isn’t that the worst type of conduct? Like, only playboy trash would let that happen, right? Is that what you are, darling? Did I misjudge you? Are you the type of man who’ll just spread his legs to get out of a situation even though you could pursue multiple different ways of avoiding those circumstances? You have so many different magical talents and your first choice was to roll over on your side when a girl says she wants to lock lips? Or am I misunderstanding? Ah, or perhaps promises and relationships mean very little to you?” 

Every single sentence is a spear that pierces a vital organ with perfect accuracy. He had f****d up and she was making it quite clear. No matter what counterargument he uses, he’d be shut down. The only leg he could stand on would be saying she coerced him into a relationship. It was the one and only card he had in the deck that might work. “You made me promise to be with you, while your dad was holding me at gunpoint. He would have blown my head off. Come on, something you’re forced into… you expect someone to follow with that with complete loyalty?” 

When he was finished he felt that he had done himself in. He had stood on a landmine and when he moves his foot, he would be blown to pieces. “That’s awfully cruel of you. After everything, I’ve been through. I really, really, really, love you. Did you know that much at least? So, when a maiden offers her heart to you, no matter the pretences, instead of having the guts to just decline like an honest man, you say whatever you think is convenient and then… you don’t even give the slightest effort to even put up a transparent veil? Do you just crudely step all over it? I… am truly disappointed. I thought better of you. Maybe I was the fool.” 

Corai cursed. Was she being genuine? Was she acting yet again? He couldn’t tell, but the idea of expectations being held for you and then being shattered with a look of pure sadness… many would fall to that, no matter how icy their heart, there would at least be a single drop of water falling from the shame. “I get it! I get it! I… please, forgive me! Give me another chance!” Being depended on makes you want to prove yourself. That’s just how foolish humans are. It’s also what makes them beautiful.