I dreamed the same dream for several nights.
The feeling and everything was real.
The forced kiss that Megan Armstrong gave me wouldn't leave my mind, I was starting to go insane.
I would lay down to sleep, wake up in the morning, and she wasn't there by my side.
In the days that passed, I saw her once talking to Mercier in the garden. She didn't show up for breakfast, lunch, or any other meals of the day.
By my count, I had already been in London for two weeks.
I started leaving the room and always came across Jones or James standing guard at the door. They didn't follow me and I was able to walk and explore all the rooms and hallways of that mansion. There were beautiful and obviously expensive paintings, a room with a gigantic television, sofas that could make anyone fall asleep, well-mannered employees at my disposal, food, and everything one could imagine having in such a wealthy place.
I sat on the living room couch and an employee who had communicated with me before came, turned on the television, and left, maintaining a beautiful smile on their face.
Were they truly happy working for Armstrong?
Paying attention to the news on television, I was startled by desperate screams coming from somewhere close to me. I immediately stood up and kept watch, then I saw Megan and Mercier side by side, and Mercier stopped when he saw me.
"Please..." pleaded a male voice that was unfamiliar to me. "Don't kill me, I will pay the debt soon, I just need a little more time..."
Megan saw me and came towards me. She simply threw me against the couch, even as I struggled against her strength, and so I couldn't see the desperate man. She didn't want me to see the man in trouble.
"Take this useless piece of shit to that place... soon he will get what he deserves," she ordered and I trembled, trying to push her away in every way, but her weight on me was a weapon against me.
The man, whom I couldn't see, left and made a noise as he pleaded for his life.
Megan remained on top of me, now staring deeply into my eyes... until...
"Have you decided whether you'll be my wife?" she whispered against my lips and I remembered her kiss.
"Well... Megan..." I felt her scent and breathed with her weight on me.
"Yes or no?" she shouted, squeezing my fists.
"I will only give you that answer if you... if you don't do anything to that man."
Her malicious smile appeared and she stood up, pulling my wrist forcefully and lifting me. Once standing, she grabbed my waist and quickly guided me backwards as I lost myself in the depths of her eyes.
I felt the wall and seconds later, her lips trailed kisses down my neck, kisses that for the first time, I enjoyed feeling. Her mouth stopped at the corner of mine and her nose caressed my cheek.
I closed my eyes and strangely waited for her to kiss me. The memory of her kiss still haunted me and I lost the strength to resist.
"Can I kiss you, Stella?"
She asked for my permission and I opened my eyes, unsure of what to respond.
"I need to taste the flavor of your kiss again!"
"Well..." her words made my heart race.
"Just one kiss... just one?"
I remembered the desperate man and pushed her away, breaking all that tension.
Megan huffed and turned around to go punish or I don't know what to the man, but as soon as I caught my breath, I called out to her loudly.
"Stop, Megan!"
Megan stopped and turned, crossing her hands behind her back. Her expressionless gaze was present.
"What do you want?"
"I want you to do nothing to that man."
"Don't interfere in my decisions, Stella... I will pull the trigger myself. You are no one to stop me."
I was no one, but at the same time, I was her supposed wife and she had to listen to me.
"Do you want anything else, besides your foolishness?"
"Yes, Megan," I said and approached, hesitant and with sweaty hands.
"Tell me," she said as soon as I stopped centimeters away from her.
What did I really want?...
"Can I do something to change your mind? I know I don't know that man, I don't know about his negotiations or the debts some people may have with you, but I know that taking someone's life is not the right thing to do, not to mention it's disturbing."
"Hmm..." she thought as she looked at me disinterestedly, well, until... "there is one thing you can do."
The way those words were spoken, I already had an idea of what she was referring to.
"And what can I do to prevent you from killing that man?"
She delicately touched my hair and smiled mischievously.
"Spend a night with me and he will be free."
"Alright," I accepted and she smiled.
"But besides setting him free... I will forgive that debt."
That was unexpected. She would forgive the debt and set him free, just because she would have a night of love with me? Hard to believe.
"But before..." I removed her hand from my hair. "Before we spend the night together... I would like to see the man."
"Why do you want to see him? Are you trying to make sure your sacrifice will be worth it?"
"No! I just want to see him."
She lowered her head, seeming thoughtful, and when she raised her eyes, I was hypnotized. Her blue eyes were darker, and they drew me in.
"I'll only let you see him... if you tell me if you've already accepted me as your wife, if you've decided to be Mrs. Armstrong."
"Alright," I took a deep breath, I already had that answer on the tip of my tongue. "No... I won't be Mrs. Armstrong."
Megan averted her gaze, and without much importance, she walked in the same direction as before. I followed her, avoiding being by her side.
We walked in silence and passed the pool, the garden, security guards on standby and guns on their hips, until we reached the end of that great expanse, where we stepped on stones and entered a dark place, which gave me chills.
The lights suddenly turned on, and they revealed a man tied to a chair, his clothes covered in blood. He had his head down and was unconscious.
Desperation took over me, and I turned to Megan, who stared at me without any remorse. She was cold, distant, and evil. She ordered her men to beat the defenseless man, and he was there, almost dead.
I tried to approach to see if he was still alive, but Megan held me back.
"Let me go!"
"I won't allow you to get close!"
"Why did you order your men to be so cruel to a defenseless man?"
"Because he deserved it, just like your dear father."
"No! Neither of them deserved this. No one deserves to be afflicted like this."
"Hmm... we have different thoughts, and now that you've seen what you wanted to see... fulfill our agreement."
"There is no agreement anymore, Megan... you are cruel."
She smiled and took a deep breath. She let go of me and approached the man in the chair.
I briefly remembered what she said about pulling the trigger and rushed to stop her, but she pulled a gun from her waist, the destructive firearm I hadn't seen before. She pointed it in my direction, and I stopped.
"Better," she sounded malevolent.
"Don't do this, Megan!" I begged, feeling fear consume me.
Megan ignored my words and this time, she aimed the gun at the man's head, pressing it against it.
"Please, Megan... don't kill him, I beg you."
She looked at her left wrist, as if checking the time on her watch, and said, "Do you want to negotiate... I still have two minutes."
"You're a damn monster."
"Insults that come out of your mouth are like compliments."
"You have no right to kill people... you don't own their lives."
"But I own my money, and nobody messes with me," she yelled angrily, hatred in her eyes.
"You don't scare me!"
"But I can make you beg for the life of a mere rag and now... that rag will get what he deserves."
Megan quickly cocked the gun and aimed it at him, ready to shoot.
I called her name in a scream, and she looked at me in astonishment. She dropped the gun from her hand, and before I knew it, she had grabbed me and was kissing me madly, venting all her hatred and fury on my lips.
I yielded to that kiss, so much so that I began to reciprocate. The kiss that she had taken control of from the beginning began to be controlled by both of us.
Her way of kissing was impressive, it was hot and fierce at the same time. She bit me and didn't stop. She gasped against my mouth and I sighed.
In the heat of the moment, I embraced her shoulders and didn't prevent her hands from becoming restless on my butt. Her hands squeezed me and I moaned against her tongue, which occupied the lonely space in my mouth.
But I made her stop with a push.
With her eyes full of desire, but also anger, she picked up the revolver and aimed it back at the man's head and without looking at me again, she pulled the trigger...
I closed my eyes...
There was no bullet in the gun, she cocked it, fired, and nothing happened to the man. I really thought that when I opened my eyes I would see the poor helpless man with a hole in the middle of his forehead.
Megan pulled me out of that place that only gathered dust, fear, and death.
Outside, she held my jaw and said angrily:
"His death sentence has been extended. Tonight, you will yield to me and if you don't... he will die."
She moved away, still furious, and left me there...
I would wait for what the night had in store for me...
And the long-awaited night for Megan had arrived and I struggled within myself to accept the fact that if I didn't spend the night with her, she would kill that man. I didn't know him, but I feared for his life, just as I would fear for the life of any person.
Debt or mistakes shouldn't be considered reasons to kill someone. People who thought that way were sick, cruel, heartless, cold, and arrogant. Unfortunately, Megan Armstrong had already shown herself to be that way and I would never get involved or fall in love, despite not forgetting for a moment the kisses she had given me.
I left the bathroom wearing a white robe and came face to face with Megan sitting in an armchair.
The room was dim, obviously she had turned off one of the lamps.
Megan stood up and I saw that she was wearing a black robe, slightly open at the height of her breasts.
I wanted to go back to the bathroom and lock myself in there, but I was the man's lifeline from death.
So I approached her, summoning all the courage that might exist within me, and hesitantly began to untie her robe, never taking my eyes off her dark blues. She was yearning and I was trembling, the shame couldn't ruin that moment, especially because Megan had already seen me naked.
She shook her head and I didn't understand, until...
"Stop now what you're doing!"
I stopped and she approached me, then gently touched my lips, caressed and squeezed them, giving me the same sensation as when she had kissed me fiercely.
Megan sat me down on the bed and kissed my forehead tenderly. I felt comfort, strangely a comfort.
She started kissing me slowly, her hands roaming from my neck to one of my breasts still covered by the robe. She squeezed my breast and I sighed against her mouth.
She had already aroused me, made me desire to have that night with her just with that kiss, but then she stopped and straightened up.
Megan stood there, her eyes making constant connection with mine.
"You're beautiful, Stella."
And my heart raced.
"Stella?"
"Yes, Megan?" I answered, stroking her.
"You're perfect."
I just nodded and began to feel a sexual tension creeping between us, that tension that didn't help me at all.
Megan started to untie the robe, but our eyes remained connected as she looked down at me.
With the robe already untied, Megan opened it and I could see the beauty of the front of her body.
Her hand ran down from her neck, passing her breasts and reaching her abdomen, ignoring the scar.
Her hand slid down to her nudity and I clearly heard her low moan like an exciting whisper as she touched herself and I watched what she did in seconds. That made me salivate because of a sudden desire, a desire to be able to repeat that on her and for her to feel my touch. It was like a shock of reality that made me want it.
When I raised my hand to touch her, she stopped me and I could see a downcast and sad look, there was no desire left in her, her eyes were sagging.
"Are you okay?" I asked out of concern.
"Yes."
Megan thought...
"Megan, I..."
"Don't say anything else!" she interrupted me and I fell silent. "Why do you care so much about someone you don't even know?"
"Well..." I tried to respond.
"My body, Stella, is my most precious thing and it needs to be desired in order to be touched."
"Megan..."
"You're willing to sleep with me to save the life of an incompetent, but you don't desire me and that's what hurts me the most. I saved you from a life and gave you everything, I saved you from the ones you loved and trusted the most, people who don't deserve your love."
"I..." I started to become saddened, seeing her outpouring and sadness.
"I only wished to have you for myself, I wished to have moments with you, I needed to be desired by you, but no... you hurt me by thinking I would force you into a relationship with me, but I would never be capable of that."
"Megan, please... listen to me... I..."
"No! I will go after someone who desires me... and don't worry, that incompetent you begged not to die is already free."
"Megan... I'm sorry?" I pleaded and tried to hold her hand which had slightly clenched into a fist.
"Goodnight, Stella," she said sadly and left the room.
I followed her minutes later, I desired her, I wanted to touch her, to feel her.
I saw her silhouette turning left at the end of the dark corridor and I ran to catch up with her. I followed, followed, and finally, I came to a sudden stop.
I regretted following her.
For a brief moment, I watched her body being touched with desire by the beautiful Lola, who kissed her greedily. All of that happened near the kitchen counter.
Lola was touching her body and making her sigh.
I should have been the one doing that, I should have been the one loving that beautiful body, only me...
I went back to the room with that image in my head and cried as soon as I covered myself fully with the blanket. I cried and regretted rejecting her for so many days.
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