“But what if they saw me?”
“I can assure you, they didn’t.”
It had become a process— the questions a necessary routine, as the enigma; no, the possibility, of it all being possible brought dread she was unable to stir. Fearful; regretful and fearful, jagged breaths were heaved as a way of coaxing her— but it was futile. With trembling fingers did she hold her head, seated at the edge of a bed newly begun to share; blinking once, twice, thrice.. Yet, not even the momentary blackness brought any comfort to her— it had only allowed her to relive those events, and continue on living, not knowing their outcome.
She had done everything she was told to do— she had done everything he had told her to do.
Stand and wait; they’ll come to you. When they come to you, watch their speech closely; the code they use will determine which product they want. Exchange with them. When the deal is done, leave— do it casually; laxly, and at a reasonable pace. Do not raise suspicion. Take a route different than the one you used to get there. The likeliness of them following you is high; so make sure you stop a public location, and blend yourself in a crowd. Do this well. They will lose sight of you, and you will be free to return— to me.
For the new, it was complex; troublesome, pressuring and intimidating with that pressure. Yet, she had accepted— knowing all this; feeling all that she had and being as nervous as she was, she had accepted and agreed and willingly underwent what she had already thought would end terribly. Perhaps that was because when it began, it had gone well. She had waited as told— disgusted at how typical the location was— waited; waited patiently, and then impatiently. They were taking too long to come to her. It was suspicious. In her mind, if you wanted drugs, you wanted them quickly— because who the fuck wanted drugs other than drug dealers and addicts, and everyone knew that those kind of people were just batshit crazy. You would think they would be desperate; hurrying over to get their product and then seal the deal. The rules he had issued her though made it seem serious— which was understandable, so she waited for the hour. Then the next hour, and the next. They were taking way too long. So yes, she went to investigate— or rather, take a walk at her leisure and coincidentally come across the men she was supposed to do business with— but she hadn’t meant to.. she hadn’t meant to..
“Oh my God.” Angst, the words themselves shaking as her lips quivered; entering the room gracelessly— returning seemingly.. mortified. Tears stained her cheeks, freezing within the chill of a dying winter’s night, and between the inconsistency of her gasping for some kind of relief; some kind of closure, had she quaked. Shivered, trembled— devoid of all things else, except for that uncertainty, which had burned itself into her thoughts and refused to allow her to consider anything else. “Dragon they killed him,” spoken within her terrified weeps, “they made him get on his knees and they— they..” She couldn’t finish, breaking out once again into her sobs. Sustaining herself, desperately, within her own clutches, as she laid on the bed; back turned and facing the wall, reliving all that would never leave her life.
An execution style murder— respectably classy; mortifying, however, to the eyes of an innocent. His exhales were gentle in contrast to her own; his touch was softened, steady, in contrast to her quakes.. Lightly, had his arm ensnared her waist, digits lacing her hips— the distance between them evaporating in that instance, as he had guided her to a turn; allowing her to face him. Within his arms was she kept, held.. his head resting against her own as pecks were applied so delicately to needy lips. “No one saw you.” He began; his words a muffled murmur as they indulged within the delicacies of her skin. “Even if they had, nothing would happen.”
The words were his trigger; digits leaving her waist for a moment to gently cup her chin— their eyes had leveled, and within the depths of his own glimmered a particular malice. Not towards her— but to all who would dare challenge his reign. His power. He didn’t need to speak— she understood clearly. And that understanding.. it had caused her to smile; or rather, smirk. So deviously. Irrefutably attracted to the man who laid before her; laid with her and held her close.. Loosening his grip as his digits bound her wrists, memorized her each and every curve, and danced like flames against cooled flesh.. Supple, tender kisses devouring her bounty; consuming her sensation, as the cascade of moisture that guided him to such a sanctuary soon melted within the silk of her flesh..
She tasted exactly as she was.
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