(Arata)
When I picked up the hideous mask from the floor, I thought it was wrapped up in so black cloth.
I had no clue how wrong I was and what I was unravelling more.
The black cloth was not so random piece of fabric, it was another mask. The sa mask Azul had worn in his last video.
I dropped it as if it had burned . It truly had just not literally.
That only ant one truth.
Karsten was Azul/Twisted Rider.
The reality broke over like the bang of the supernova. Shredding away whatever trust I had left in my heart.
How was I so blind and for so long?
Now that I thought about it, both of them were the sa height, sa physique, sa walking stature.
Why didn’t I realise it before?
How was I so naïve to his actions?
So blinded by love and lust that I didn’t even realise I had been sleeping with the sa man.
That was why it was so easy to trust him, my body had gotten used to his touch. It didn’t seem foreign.
And he had played like a fool. Used like a sex doll to fulfil his sexual cravings and whatever dented thoughts went through his stalker twisted mind.
The very thought made retch, and I almost puked.
More tears fell out of my eyes.
How could I fall in love with such a man?
A twisted sociopath.
How many girls must he have stalked like that?
And now he was about to beco a Mafia Lord. The rules won’t even apply to him.
Why did the universe connect with him?
I knew the darkness attracted , but this was dented.
All he had done was break my trust, again and again.
Like a vicious cycle.
Why?
My arms circled my legs, and I cried openly at my stupidity and the cards life had dealt .
But crying was not going to solve my problems. I was going to leave him forever and tell my parents the truth.
Before going, I would face him one last ti, to let him know, after everything he had done to , I wasn’t afraid.
I won’t reveal everything I knew about him, but I needed to see the look on his face.
What if he were to kill ?
The thought terrified . But the stalker’s mindset was different from that of regular people.
He would have done that if he wanted to, as I had literally been sleeping in his bed, just a few feet away from him.
Has he been watching sleep with his devilish eyes?
Must have been, because he loved to play with .
Instil fear inside .
He loved watching break apart.
He loved making cry.
That bastard had done so much damage that I knew I would never recover, and I was carrying his child.
It was confird now because I had been sleeping with the sa man, instead of two.
I sat there and concocted a plan.
Finally gathering the courage, I picked up my broken body from the ground. Collecting those hideous masks, I wrapped them just like how I had found them and wedged them under his clothes and between the boards, where I had found them sticking a bit out.
I wiped away every trace of tears from my face and headed towards the bathroom. Washing my face thoroughly, I tried to keep the rest of the tears away.
Leaving the washroom, I picked up my phone and texted him on his Azul persona. His figure that gave goosebumps only sickened now. But I had to do this, and in a way that he wouldn’t discover what I was up to.
Instantly, he replied, and I knew he would co rushing.
Then I placed a call to Caysir.
"I need to go to my apartnt. I will stay the night..get the car ready."
"Yes, Miss Arata." The call ended.
Quietly, I brought out my purse and placed my phone inside. Taking a long coat and scarf, I got dressed and put on so make-up to hide the puffiness of my eyes and shrinking cheeks.
The impression would count to lure him and keep his guard down.
I descended the stairs and found him sitting on the sofa in the living room.
The love felt like a tallic tang of regret and betrayal in my mouth.
How rotten this man could be, I would have never guessed.
Ranold had been so right about him. Maybe he knew more than he let on.
I knew I needed to speak to Ranold before quietly leaving tomorrow. He could help , considering he had offered before.
As I approached the literal devil, his eyes watched with such softness.
If I didn’t know better, I would think this fiend cared.
But there was not a single bone in his body which did.
"I am heading to my apartnt, need to pick up so stuff," I told him with a hint of indifference.
My poor heart cried and shattered as I stood in front of this icicle who had frozen whatever feelings and emotions I had left.
My eyes prowled his face, trying to understand his cruelty, and then it hit .
His father...
The bastard was exactly like his father.
What if he was more twisted and enjoyed playing with his prey like killer whales do?
The thought sent a shudder of fear bolting through like pangs of current.
"Let co with you," he half-heartedly said, and I was tempted to say yes, trying to figure out how he would take on his Azul persona, but I refused and walked away.
There was this much self-restraint I could show before breaking down.
Silently, Caysir and I arrived back at my place.
"Miss Arata, I will stay in the car for two hours. If you won’t return, then I will head to my apartnt. If you need , just call," Caysir respectfully stated while opening the door for .
I offered him a small nod and headed to my apartnt. Turning on the lights and heat, I ditched my bag on my bed.
Caging all my emotions and feelings, I threw open the doors of my closet and chose his colour.
If he were the devil, I would be a she-devil today.
Co what may, but I would make him regret hurting and breaking like that.
After getting ready, I took my phone and adjusted it in a hidden position, letting the cara face the lounger, and I turned on the video recording.
If he did sothing to , at least he would be going down too.
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