Kesha:
A few months ago, I held his hand, trying to reassure him that everything was fine. He hadn’t moved since I started making out with him. I stretched my tongue as far down his throat as I could, trying to reach his heart, trying to reach his mind, trying to change how he thinks. It was completely silent. All I could hear were the ocean waves around and his heartbeat. The more I forced my tongue down, the more his heartbeat slowed, almost like he was dying.
My other hand was wrapped around the back of his neck, my fingers gently touching the tattoo on his other side. I was caressing it, manipulating it. While my tongue was still down his throat, I sang a song to him, a cursed one only he could hear. It was a song that warned him about how dangerous the rmaids were, a song that asked him to slay one for , to save everyone.
When I finally pulled back, I watched his eyes slowly close. His beautiful eyes always rolled back in his head, and once I was done, he would close them and fall asleep. I sat up beside him on the couch and stared at him. He was truly a work of art, such a handso man, but such wasted potential, always living in the shadow of his brothers. That’s no way to live. I wasn’t living like that.
When I turned eight, I killed my mother. As crazy as it sounds, she wasn’t even the one I loved most. I was just afraid she would have another child. And when I found out she was planning to, I had to stop her. She was supposed to be like , ticulous, cunning, full of ambition. But was she? No.
My father resembled more than my mother ever did. He was a cunning, evil man, and I liked that about him. So was my uncle. I used to bring my friends over for my uncle. They were always caught off guard when they realized I only brought them so he could have his fun. Did they really think I was capable of real friendship? No. I’ve only ever seen people as business deal, transactions, nothing more.
But Kaye was different. I grew fond of him. I used to think I’d marry Maximus because he was more active, soone easier to manipulate. He’d fall in love fast and do anything for it. Kaye, on the other hand, was never soone I imagined being with. He had been quiet since childhood, always in pain, always moody, always questioning everything.
Thankfully, I managed to make him listen. As I humd a lody, I walked through the corridor of my mansion. I tied up my hair. The dress I wore was made of thin fabric. My nipples poked through the thin straps and top. I wasn’t wearing any undergarnts. I didn’t need to, not for what ca next.
When I reached the indoor pool, I took off my dress and jumped in. Within seconds, my tail began to grow. My face turned blue, with glittery patterns covering my body. My hair grew long and deep royal blue. My eyes turned completely black. Then, my beauty faded as I transford into a siren. My jawline sharpened. My high cheekbones looked like gills.
rmaids were the symbols of beauty. Sirens, though, they were ugly. Known to be evil, manipulative creatures, but with beautiful voices. Sotis they could appear beautiful too, even if only temporarily. But who cares, as long as it gets the job done.
"You’re doing a great job with him," my uncle said, appearing beside my father.
"Yeah, but I’m hearing things about him and that girl living with him," I said, swimming around. I already figured it out. Helanie was a rmaid. I just didn’t know how to deal with it yet. I didn’t want to be the one to expose her, not directly, not until I had a good reason. I wanted to wait. If I acted too soon, he’d kick out of his life.
"Well, you’ve already done a great job convincing him that the tattoo ans he’s a rmaid hunter, not a siren hunter," my father said as I swam, using only my arms, enjoying the cold water.
"And you think that’s enough?" I asked. "How much longer can I stay in his mouth? Helanie’s already starting to take over. I can feel the difference. He’s distancing himself from . He defies more and more, especially when she’s around. He’s supposed to take my side. But that’s not happening."
I cried mist, angry that a re rmaid had replaced .
"It will all be fine. You’re growing closer to Darcy. The more Helanie steps into her sons’ lives, the more Darcy hates her. And the more she hates her, the more control you can take. Right now, she thinks she’s in control. Little does she know, once you’re crowned, she’ll be the first one out of her sons’ lives," my uncle reminded . I rolled my eyes while swimming deep underwater before coming up again.
"Doesn’t his curse say he’s supposed to kill his fated mate? Do you think that after killing her, he’ll feel like he has to kill too, since he’s a siren hunter?" I asked, reminding them there were too many loopholes. Darcy hadn’t done a very thorough job with all the curses. She was always leaving trails, breadcrumbs that dragged her sons into more and more trouble.
"No, the tattoo was created when you two entered his life. The curse says he’s only ant to kill his fated mate. It doesn’t matter if it’s a rmaid or a siren. As long as you get him to kill her, the tattoo will disappear. The rest depends on how well you can manipulate him. The tattoo is just there," my father said.
We’ve been researching it, and I must say, it’s just an accessory. A symbol. If no one had gotten in his ear, he would’ve killed a siren. But I reached him before anyone else, so I had the chance to manipulate him.
I wasn’t sure if the tattoo would actually vanish after he killed the rmaid. But I was taking my father’s word for it. Once I had full control over Kaye, I didn’t think it would matter anymore if he was a siren hunter. He wouldn’t be able to kill or even defy . He would follow around like a lost puppy.
"Now go. You’ve had your swim. Get dressed and sit beside him. He needs to believe that you two were making out, not that you went swimming after singing him the song," my father said sternly, then walked away.
"Kesha," my uncle said, starting to fidget with his fingers. I rolled my eyes.
"Don’t worry. Those two sisters you’ve had your eyes on, they’ll be in your bed this weekend," I said. "You can thank later."
He smiled and walked away while I swam for a bit longer. Then I got out, wrapped myself in a blanket, and walked back to my room, where Kaye was still on the couch. I slipped under the blanket naked, trying to make it seem like it was just a normal night, where we made out and I went to bed.
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