“What are you doing with that?” I stared at the syringe. “What do you propose to do with it?” I glared at him, trying not to panic.
“What do you think I intend to do with it?” He grinned, looking amused as he leaned towards me. “Do you know how long I have planned this? Ever since they destroyed my doppelganger, thinking I was the one.” He chuckled. “It’s fun to play with them.”
“Fun to play with them? Look, guy, if you have any problems with them, you can talk it out with either of them or one. Why will you drag me into a feud I didn’t cause?”
“Why?” He squatted in front of me and placed his right hand on my left thigh. “No one is dragging you into this, darling. You entered the game yourself.”
“What?”
He didn’t respond as he got to his feet and flicked the syringe, grinning. “I don’t know the side effects of this, but I know what I want it to do.”
My heart jumped into my throat as he brought the syringe forward. I gulped, trying to come up with something. I knew I had to stop him. I didn’t recognize what was in the syringe in his hand, but I could tell it wasn’t something good.
“See guy, we can talk things out,” I tried once more. “I don’t know what it is you have with them, or whatever it was they did to you. I just want you to keep that thing down and talk things out with me.”
“Talk things out with you?” He derided, peering down at me with his eyes narrowed. “Did they talk things out with my father before they killed him?!” He yelled. “Did they?!”
Blinking, I gaped at that. “They did what?”
“You heard it right.” Heaving, he continued bringing the syringe closer. “Believe me, I don’t want to do this, Love. But I have no choice.”
“Yes, you do.” I was now pleading, knowing he had my life in his hand. “Please don’t do what you will regret,” I begged as tears welled in my eyes. “If you want your revenge, you can seek them out. I’m innocent!”
Okay.
I know it wasn’t good of me to ask him to do that, but you’ve got to cut me some slacks. I had to do what I could to be alive. Let’s not forget how capable my lovers are. I bet they would make mincemeat of him should he approach them.
“Do you think I haven’t done that?” He turned his back to me, his chest heaving like that of a person who ran a marathon. “Do you know how many times I sought to attack them, but failed? Do you fucking know?!” He yelled, whirling around to face me. “I tried countlessly to get to them, but they were invincible. I couldn’t do anything! I waited for years, bidding my time and seeking opportunities to bring them down until you showed up.” He reached towards me and placed his hand under my jaw, lifting my face.
I watched him, speechless. The more he spoke, the more insane he looked. His eyes, which were a normal black had turned golden, showing the ferocious side he was trying to hide behind the human face.
Gulping, I tried once more to make him see reasons with me, but it was late. Before I could utter a word, to ask him not to hurt me, he stabbed me with the syringe.
My lips parted as an ear-splitting scream escaped my throat. I thrashed, yelling for him to stop, but he didn’t. With his lips lifted in a maniac smile, he pressed the yellow liquid into my body.
The effect was instantaneous. I shook, convulsing as a deep, searing pain travelled through me. It started from the soles of my feet and rushed up, through my veins, to my brain. Shocks ran through me as I continued to scream in agony. Cold sweat coated my body the more the pain intensified.
As suddenly as it started, it stopped. The shock dissipated, taking with it the dizziness and discomfort. Heaving, I peered up at him, but couldn’t utter a word. My throat was parched from all the yelling I did.
“How was it?” He smirked. “Was the experience something you are eager to try again?”
I didn’t reply. Not because I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t. Not when my body began to get hot. At first, I thought nothing odd about it, until my temperature rose to an alarming state. Sweat dripped down my face like droplets of blood, and my shirt clung to my body, like a second skin.
A sharp ringing started in my ears. The sound intensified to the point of it being uncomfortable.
The man said something. It sounded like dry laughter, but I couldn’t be certain, not when I was battling the waves of pain, trying to make the ringing stop. Whatever was in the syringe wasn’t something they should inject any human with.
Sweat dripped down my body like raindrops as I continued battling with the pain. It was too much.
“Make it stop,” I pleaded, finding my voice again. “Please make it stop,” I begged, screaming out when the pain doubled. “Make it freaking stop!” I yelled.
“When you are enjoying it? It doesn’t work that way, darling. You will be a good little thing and endure it all. Else, this won’t work.”
“Just kill me then,” I muttered, slumping back on the chair. “Just killed me.”
It made no sense to keep struggling to live, not when I knew I wouldn’t last with this.
“That won’t be fun now, would it, little bird?” He snaked his tongue out to lock my right cheek, chuckling when I snarled at him. “Enjoy the bliss of your first dosage, my love. I will be back to administer the second one. Don’t miss me.”
I watched him, with partially closed eyes as he walked out of the room, and closed the food behind him, leaving me to battle with the pain.