SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ-Chapter 161

- HAZEL -

It’s dark. I am walking down a hallway I’m well accustomed to without any source of light. None in my hand, not even my phone, and none in the building. I just know where I’m headed.

I’m going to meet someone. The last person I’d actually ever want to meet but I don’t have much of a choice in this matter because I’m not that privileged.

“Hello?” I call when I reach my supposed destination. My voice echoes and due to how much my voice dragged and how loud yet distant it sounded, I could tell how empty this place is. Knowing I’m in here in this darkness is starting to make me panic. “Are you here? I did as you asked me to.” I call with desperation. Each word of mine reverberates through the walls causing an even louder echo that leaves me shivering in my spot.

I’m not using a flashlight because I was told not to when I got to the building. I don’t know how I managed to wade my way through but I’m lucky to not have inclured any injuries. If I did, the person I’m here for wouldn’t care any less. In fact, I’m sure she’d be pleased to know and see that I hurt myself. If there’ll be any form of concern, it’d be over the fact that the one person she wants being idle about our recent keeping in contact will see the sore if I sustained any.

A scoff leaves my lips. From all my talk in my head, it’s quite obvious who I’m here to see. I dip my hand in my pocket to reach out to grab my phone. I need to at least see what’s in front of me and have a solid knowledge of my environment.

“Don’t even think about doing that.” A voice filled with irritation slid into my ears. Unlike mine, her voice didn’t echo. I can’t fathom how that is normal but nothing about her recent violent behaviour towards me has been normal.

I swallow, dropping my phone back into my pocket. I can hear the clonk of shoe soles, which by the sound I guess to be heels, hit the floor. This feet movement trails all around me, letting me know that she’s circling me. Where exactly she is though? That I don’t know. It’s hard to pinpoint a location when I can’t even see anything.

“I came as requested. It’s late and-“

“Did I tell you to speak?” She interrupts.

This makes a lump form in my throat. I shake my head in a ‘no’ to her question. She probably can’t see me yet my whole body feels obliged to submit to her. “N. . .o.” I murmur.

“It’s getting Risky.” Asami finally says. “You’re here for just one reason.” My heart begins to bump vigorously in my chest that I can hear it. Wh. . . at is she dri. . .ving at? I can’t tell but her words make me feel very uneasy.

What reason? I’m tempted to ask but even I know I’m not supposed to speak. She doesn’t want me to.

“So this is goodbye. It saves the two of us.” I feel a sense of relief after hearing her but this is short lived.

My relief immediately becomes instant horror when my body lands against something hard before stumbling on the floor.

Pain. The excruciating pain of that sudden clash against whatever my body came in contact with throbs throughout my whole being. My lips spread ajar to let out a scream. I’m panting hard, crouched to the ground while writhing in agony. When she meant this is goodbye, I thought it was my ticket to freedom but it seems she had other plans.

“You can’t speak if you’ve got no tongue.” Asami’s words trail off as calm but it’s very threatening. “But know what’s even more likely to keep you silent?” She asks. I don’t think I’m in the position or right state of being, both mentally and physically, to answer this. “Coma.”

My eyes widen at her mention of the word. It made every organ in my body stop functioning for a second. My chest feels heavy. It’s not long before I’m grabbed by the hair. This time, unlike when it was my body, my face is smashed against a flat surface I assume to be a wall.

A mortifying scream leaves my lips. I feel like I’m dying.

The more my head comes in contact with the wall, the worse the effect of it. I feel a thick liquid run down my face. . . and I don’t even need to think twice to know what that liquid is. I feel the soreness of fresh wound with the repeated attack on my head. I feel my senses shattering and my vision blurring with my own blood.

The torment is worse than prickling as it normally is. It leaves me unable to think, letting my body get accustomed to what I know to be stiffness. And all I can do is scream and beg for mercy.

When one’s life is in danger, how they look doesn’t matter. They don’t care if their encounter will leave them deformed for life, they just want the torture to end.

Asami claims she wants to put me in coma, but from the signals my probably mushed brain is transmitting all over my body, I can tell what I’m feeling it something different. I can tell that I’m close to being dead. And something tells me that she’s aware of this.

I hear a crack. I don’t know which body part it came from but I know I am going through severe affliction. I can barely breathe. My nose feels broken and I doubt I even have my lips. My body is so numb yet stinging all over. My weight drops to the ground but that doesn’t save me from being her punching bag.

What has become of me? . . .

I can barely hear my own breathing. My sides are swollen from being kicked.

When did it all go wrong? . . .

Blood lunges out my mouth. I’m twinging with pain yet I can tell it won’t end soon.

Ah. . . yes, the moment I decided to pursue the sexual tension I felt with someone who shouldn’t be mine.

It’s mortifying. Dehumanising. They say when one is close to death, they’re faced with a peaceful dream of their happy memories so they don’t realise they’re dying. It’s different for me. I know I’m about to give in because my body can’t take it anymore.

Force exerted on my stomach makes my body roll and hit a wall. I’m too weak to even scream.

I can’t see nor hear properly but I know someone’s coming to me. “I wish I didn’t have to do this to another girl, but I-“ is the last thing I hear before an ear deafening noise resounds in my ears. My body stiffens. I know I’m dead but then, it seems that my brain is processing these last few seconds slowly.

Dying by a gunshot? Who would’ve thought that’s how I’d go.