Dirty Dark Secrets

00:04 - Blackmail Two

Does he sing? Do serial killers have other hobbies apart from yearning for blood?

Oh, wait! He said something

"What?" I blinked at his unreasonable request when it registered in my head.

A sudden frown became prominent on his nothing-like-I-ever-seen face.

"In six minutes, your mom would walk through that door." He calculated.

Three years ago, he asked for my silence; now he is asking for my body?

I budge in my position, knowing I was about to give in. I only pray for this to end well.

What is he doing here? Haven't he left after his father's funeral? Why did he return now to take advantage of such a moment?

But more importantly, how dare he come into my room, strip naked in front of me, and order me around?

"You can't just..."

"I can't just what?" He injected boldly, cutting me off.

His gaze is so intense it raises every hair around my skin.

I catch my breath and say nothing, looking away from the man's drilling eyes as the drastic awareness of him plays a rough game with my head.

"That's what I thought. Now do as I say; I wouldn't ask again. The time is ticking."

No way I will let some stranger who had robbed me of peace of mind for three years rob me of something that was mine even though my body was in denial with my thoughts.

"I didn't tell your secret. I kept it with me if that's what you want to hear." My voice cracks at the end. "Please just go. Disappear like it supposes to be." I squeezed my legs, clenching the duvet even tighter. I would do anything to stop the throbbing between my thighs and the puckering and hardening of my n*****s behind my dress.

I can't believe my hormones. This is the time they choose to disgrace me?

He delays replying. Instead, he stares at me with suggestive eyes full of desire.

I almost lose it and pull his face to mine.

"I want to feel you, and it would be easy if you just take off your pantie and spread your legs for me."

How imprudent.

Instinct got the best of me, I flew my hands to his face, aiming for a brutal hit, but it was stopped midway.

He held my wrist firmly and inclined forward. I could see the darkness in his eyes that cued how dangerous he was and how what he was implying was a command.

His breathing was hell flaming hot; it scorched my feverish skin.

"You don't want the consequences of denying me. I can start with your precious boyfriend who stays at my house. You will never have to see him again, and then I will go for what you love next." His threat rolls out in an icy tone that holds venom and missiles.

I don't understand what this is all about. We had left our separate ways after the burial; what's the point of haunting me on my birthday?

Although, having mentioned Eugene, my eyes had begun to well up.

I knew how dangerous this person was. He stabbed his father and stood unremorseful at the burial. He has no fear, no regret. And now he had marked me, claiming me in a way that makes no sense.

"You wouldn't kill your cousin." I stuttered with fear.

"I killed my own father, Magnolia."

Screaming mentally, I swallowed down painfully, aware of how true his statement was. I was there.

My breathing was shaky, but this had to be settled.

"If we do this, you will not hurt him."

He smiled maliciously but agreed on the deal.

It was wrong, but I was out of options. The flawlessly composed man kneeling before me wasn't just heaven-screaming gorgeous; he was overwhelmingly powerful, the kind that no one questioned his dark sins. People believed he was untouchable, so they worshipped him and made blind eyes to his crimes and mistakes.

Since the first time we met, he had snatched my peace of mind and left me distracted with the stain of his piercing blue eyes, which told a different story of him.

Hesitant, my fingers traveled under my dress, pinched the sides of my pantie, and pulled it down before I lay back on my back on the bed.

"We have four minutes until my mom comes in. Could you make it fast?"

"It would be rough." He warned when he stood and brought out something from his wallet that took me a moment to realize it was a condom.

It is really happening.

My eyes wandered everywhere around the darkroom to avert myself the view of how perfect his naked body was and how his southern area looks like, you know!

After he was ready, he hovered over me.

My whole life, I never had anyone in this position. It was exciting and terrifying, for the anticipating was harsh for my body; it got me lifting my hips to meet his.

His was near, so near, it was weird.

My heartbeat had accelerated when he began to slide into me without warning.

So rough, so deep, I choked on my breath.

I couldn't muffle the cry from the sudden pain that broke from my core and spread through me.

The part I didn't mention was, this was my first time. And It was supposed to be Eugene on top of me; he was supposed to be my first as he and I had both been planning. It was supposed to be love, but this was some stupid agreement to save Eugene from the darkness of his evil cousin and to solve the odd sensation that took over my body.

I gave my virginity to this man I met under the worst circumstance; he wouldn't let me hold him, touch him or kiss him.

He restrained my hands above my head and buried his face in my neck while relentlessly thrusting into me.

It was nothing close to what I imagined as my first time.

But I agreed to it when I was aware of the consequences.

He groaned and pants heavily in my ear until something exploded at the lower region of my stomach, and I couldn't resist the force it came with, flooding through my entire body. It resulted in an uncontrolled body trembling and moans that left my parted lips.

What the hell?

I wasn't composed after experiencing what could be ecstasy when he crawled out of bed and wore back his clothes.

I watched him silently; he didn't say a word either.

After slipping into his shoes, he headed for the balcony and stopped by the door.

"Happy birthday Magnolia." He said. His voice was so calm and tender; my name rolled out perfect from it.

With that, he disappeared, leaving me curled on the bed, staring at where he exited.

***

The rest of the evening was a blur. I had managed to change my dress and hide the gown that had bloodstain from my first time (that was a tragedy and my second regret) in my wardrobe.

I had cut my cake with Eugene next to me but cringed every time he tried to touch me. I drew excuses anytime he attempted to kiss me or ask for a dance.

I had cheated on him with his cousin while he was just in the backyard waiting for me to get dressed and celebrate my birthday.

That night every sensitive move had startled me. I had flinched to every little thing. I ended up going to bed before the party was over. I was exhausted, broken, and scared. Besides, there was a sore feeling in my groin I can't explain, and walking on heels only made it worse.

However, Rose and Gregory had packed enough for the night, including their school uniforms for tomorrow.

Not that I told them anything that happened earlier in my bedroom, just like I hadn't told about Ralph Phillips's cause of death, but they stayed the night with me while we ate cake and watched a sad romantic movie.

It was all they could give me, but they couldn't take away my aching wounds.

So much for adult life.