Page 22 of The Filth Kings II

The fury in his tone curled around me like a noose tightening around my neck. His eyes were cold and burned with hate. My heart raced, each beat hammered against my chest.

“Now!” I jumped again with tears threatening to fall from my eyes.

Monster was hot and cold; he didn’t talk much, and whenever he had to talk to me, he sounded annoyed with each word that left his mouth. The only time that I felt comfortable and confident was when he munched on my pussy. He ate it like he was in love with me, and that’s what confused me and made me nervous all in one breath.

He touched my body like he studied it and knew all my sensitive spots and what sent me over the edge like a map. I quickly went into my room that felt far away all of a sudden and went straight to my suitcase to empty out all of my clothes onto my very uncomfortable bed. The bed felt like I was laying on bricks. I didn’t bother to put any of my personal items in the dresser that was attached to a mirror because I was too scared of all the spider webs surrounding it.

When I walked out of the room with my suitcase, Monster was now standing on the side of my door with a black hoodie on. Saying nothing, his cold hand wrapped around my wrist as he led the way to whatever destination he was taking me to. His grip was firm as he pulled me through the hallway. Each step felt deliberate and cold, like this was the end of me.

I stumbled as I struggled to keep up with his pace from all the long and fast strides that he took. We made it to the back of his house. I coughed from all the dust. He let my wrist go and used his shoulder to push with force against a wooden door that gave in after a couple of pushes.

The door creaked open; I swallowed down hard as he stepped in. He roughly flicked on the light. Even with the dim light, the staircase descended into darkness.

“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, you’re 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! Muthafuckas 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.

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