Page 27 of The Filth Kings

“I don’t want to go down there, Monster. Sorry if I offended you in the kitchen. I just wanted to talk about my payment then offer to take you out to breakfast. If you would allow that, it’s what I wanted to do from the heart. I also wanted to do some shopping for your house.” I started to ramble on nervously as the coldness from the staircase got to me.

Monster’s shoulders visibly relaxed as his thick brows bunched up in confusion.

“You want to take me out to eat?” He scratched the top of his head.

“Ye-yeah I do, I wanted to get out the house. Instead of me cooking, I figured we’d go out; that way, I can enjoy being out of the house.”

“I’m not holding you hostage, Natavi. You can leave during the day, your just here to please me sexually.” He talked a little softer, which made me feel a little more comfortable with expressing myself.

How am I pleasing him sexually when all he does every night is eat my pussy?I asked myself, more curious on to why he was only giving me head every night.

“I don’t have nothing else to do, this is what I do for work. So, I wanted you to go with me as company.” I smiled weakly.

“You want me…” he pointed at his chest cruelly.

“You want to be seen with me out in public?” His top lip curled in disgust.

My eyes dropped down to the worn wooden floor as my confidence faltered under his hard glare.

“I know, you probably don’t want anyone thinking that I’m your girlfriend. We are just associates, you don’t have to hold my hand and I won’t try any display of public affection?—”

“I’m ugly as fuck, what the fuck wrong with you?” He asked me like he was offended.

“People see me and already know my government name without asking…Monster! Muthafucka’s too scared to look at me, so why the fuck do you want to be seen with me?” He squinted his deep-set eyes at me in high suspicion.

“You’re not ugly at all, your scars don’t define you.” I simpered.

I took a step close, and he backed up as if I was a disease that he was afraid to catch.

“These scars and burnt marks!!” He shouted.

Monster gestured to the scars that marred his skin, thick and ragged lines that snaked across his face and neck like a map of pain. A painful lump rose to the top of my throat that was almost impossible for me to swallow down. It felt like he was telepathing his years of pain, and it was now begging to come out of him.

“These scars aren’t just marks. They’re me. This is who I’ve become over the years. Ugly inside and out.” His fists clenched at his sides.

My eyes traced up the veins that bulged out of his arms. Monster’s body shook with the weight of emotions too heavy to hold but, somehow, he maintained with uneven breaths that escaped his thick lips.

“I break people because I’m already broken. I don’t need you to convince or feel sorry either. I see myself in that fucked up mirror down the hallway every day.” His deep rugged voice cracked before he quickly cleared his throat.

The scars on Monster’s entire body told a painful deep story. I wanted him to open up to me and talk about it. Right now, I wanted to embrace him and heal him at the same time. Everybody deserved to feel loved, and Monster probably went through life feeling rejected.

I took a step forward, this time he didn’t move. I reached out with confidence and grabbed his right hand. Once I stepped into his space, I took in a deep breath inhaling his scent of Shea butter with hints of soap.

“You’re not ugly—” I paused, not wanting to even refer to him as Monster although that was the name he gave me.

“Monni…you can call me, Monni.” He looked at me for a brief second then looked away.

“Okay, Monni. I don’t think that you’re ugly. You may have some ugly ways but I’m attracted to you. You can always fix what’s on the inside of you. I think that you have spent years convincing yourself of being ugly, now you actually believe it. Only you can change that, but I can reassure you that you’re not ugly at all. You fine as hell, actually. You’re chocolate, tall, with a damn beard for God’s sake. You walk with a limp?—”

“The fuck does that mean?” His face contorted then what shocked me was a small smile broke through.

“It means, I know you got a big dick, and I want to feel it…whenever you’re ready. Besides our agreement, I want to be your friend even after our time is up.” I brought his hand up until it reached my lips.

I didn’t want to mess up a great moment between him and I so I simply kissed the back of his hand.

“Come on, Tavi. Time to get paid.” He smirked.

Monni grabbed my hand and led me down the steps. The faint smell of dampness and dust hung in the air mixed with the smell of heavy chemicals. I could hear the faint echo of our footsteps on the wooden stairs as silenced pressed around us. Soon as we reached the bottom, Monni pulled on a white string. The lights flickered on revealing a sight that made me want to collapse, a sight I had never witnessed in my life.

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