Chapter 03

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The water dripped down his toned body, the glass door was blurred out from the steam. Azrael loved hot showers. He was massaging shampoo on his scalp, imagining Hayat as he smirked.

The way she approached him and tried to know about him. Everything was working, he knew how to lure her. He knew how to get her attention, make her question herself, make her insecure and attracted to him.

He was so good at playing with minds. Thinking about her always made him insane, her scent, her voice, her big brown eyes and those long lashes. He wished he could smell her skin, mark her and maybe taste her bl00d.

Azrael hissed as he looked down to his length, getting hard. He sighed and quickly washed his hair. He was afraid to blink now because he'd see her face even if he closed his eyes for a millisecond and he'd have to waste his liquids while thinking of her.

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Knock knock

“Come in!!” Hayat shouted as Aunt Jemila opened the door and stepped inside. “Ma'am, there's someone who wants to see you, I made him sit in the lounge”.

“Who is it, aunt?” Hayat frowned.

“He said he is your student.. um.. az-rel?”

“Oh Azrael, yes yes he's my student, I'll be back in a few minutes”. Hayat was surprised that Azrael came to see her. Could it be something serious? Or something academic? She wondered.

Hayat wore her hijab and went downstairs. She could see him sitting on the couch in his usual posture, always looking down. Hayat liked this habit, he never looked at her, his gaze was always down.

He's so respectful.

“Assalamualaikum, Azrael”, Hayat greeted him with her sweet smile as usual.

“Walaikum Assalam, Ms. Hayat” he replied as he stood up in her respect, still gazing down.

“Everything's good?” Hayat sat on the couch. “Y-yeah.. I was here to apologise for that day”, Azrael said nervously.

“Oh it's totally fine, I shouldn't ask you personal questions either” Hayat smiled awkwardly as she noticed he was holding something.

Azrael noticed that she looked at his hands,

“Oh this, this is for you. It's a pudding I made, it's my mom’s special recipe, she used to cook it for me” Azrael handed her the pot of pudding.

“Thank you so much, you didn't have to honestly”, Hayat smiled as she took the pot. “Ah I should bring you some tea, wait”, Hayat got up and went to the kitchen.

Azrael

As she left I looked around the house, it was huge and beautiful. I knew she was living a princess life. I wonder who else lives with her, her servants and who else? Or is she alone? That would make my work easier.

I wonder how she would feel when I lay her on that table, tie her up in a coffin and peel off her skin. It would hurt me too because of how smooth her skin looked. Her milky skin, those delicate steps and that gaze.

Her eyes, nose and those damn lips. Looking at her makes me think she is an easy target, so easy to manipulate and gain trust. I cannot wait to have her head over heels for me and take all of her assets. This house, that car and most importantly, her soul.

How lucky I would be, when I'll become the last person she will see before her death. I am her Azrael, her angel of death.

Zohra was such a fool now that I think. She was easy as lemon, I squeezed all of her wealth out and what did she do? Nothing. Cried and begged me to leave her alone, pathetic wh0re.

Flashback

The sound of skin slapping echoed in the room, Zohra was tied to the table, all naked. Azrael growled as he thrusted one last time in her, letting out his liquids. Zohra screamed and began to weep. Bruises were all over her body, skin teared off, deep cuts on her hands, legs and breasts.

Red marks of bites were clearly visible on her fragile body. She was weak yet enough to satisfy him. Azrael got off of her, panting, he pecked her forehead as she sobbed. He took a hot bowl of water and carefully tilted it. Zohra hissed in pain as boiling water touched her bruised breast.

“Shhh.. shush.. Stop crying, bitch. The Lord wants us to be quiet” Azrael whispered in her ear making her cry more but in silence. Zohra helplessly looked at him who carefully put the pot on the table where the head of the goat was placed.

“Ple..please..lea..leave.. me..” her voice cracked as she couldn't stop crying because of the pain. Azrael looked at her and rolled his eyes.

“You are crying as if you weren't the one who wanted to spend a night with me, you came to me by yourself, you surrendered, now shut your filthy mouth, bitch”.

Flashback End

It's not my fault that they want to get in my pants. I make them feel like that, that's another thing then. I looked at my surroundings, it was clear. No one was in sight.

I took my chance and made my way to the staircase. I tiptoed upstairs to find her room. I need to get her hair or nails or her bl00d. It would be an advantage if I find her period bl00d.

I quietly took my steps and I was welcomed with a big hallway, full of doors. Yeah great. I sighed as I walked towards the first door. Empty. Second door, empty room. Third, a store. Goddamnit.

I heard some voices from downstairs but luckily they were still in the kitchen. Please lord help me. I opened a random door and seemed like there was someone.

I peaked my head in as I saw a man, lying on his bed staring at the ceiling. Shit shit. I hurriedly closed the door without making any noise. Mentally cursing myself, my heartbeat fastened. I hope he didn't see me.

I exhaled as I walked to the door infront, I opened it. A sweet fragrance hit my nostrils, the one that I am so eager to smell from her skin.

That's hers, yes.

I stepped in and closed the door behind. Her room was big, with a queen sized bed, floral sheets. Her scarfs were laid on her little messy bed.  A cute couch was placed with the big window, the sun rays were hitting the couch and her bed. Her room is just like her. Beautiful and delicate.

I walked towards her dressing table, skincare products were placed, some used some were untouched, I looked for her hairbrush. I picked it up and looked closely to see if it had any hair but there wasn't.

Shit.

I looked around, crouched to the floor if I saw any strand of hair but it was all clean. Then I went to her bathroom and there it was. Hair brush with her hair, I quickly grabbed it and took out a few hair strands and shoved it in my jeans pocket.

Then my eyes fell on the dustbin. Maybe I will find her thrown pads? As I was about to grab the dustbin I heard the door of the room getting unlocked.

Fuck fuck fuck.

My heart started to pound as I stepped back and leaned against the wall with the door. I could hear her talk on her phone. I gulped down a big lump in my throat and exhaled, my heartbeat was going crazy.

If she finds me here? What will I say? I came to look for a bathroom? No. I was thirsty? No wtf. I could feel my hands getting cold, sweat dripping from my forehead, my whole body went numb when I heard her footsteps getting closer. My heartbeat became faster with her footsteps getting near.

I was ready to get caught, the unexpected situation, I didn't even think of it. I closed my eyes as I was ready to get sued but then.

“Ms. Hayat, your dad needs you right now”.

“Oh yeah, I'll be there. Have you seen Azrael?”

“No ma'am, I think he left”.

Her footsteps began but in an opposite direction. I let out a big sigh, I almost fainted. I wiped the sweat on my forehead and relaxed myself. Just as I heard her go outside, after a few minutes I quietly opened the door and stepped outside.

Tiptoeing I went outside to the hallway and carefully closed her room. Looking everywhere, I hurriedly made my way to the staircase just as I was about to take a step, my heart dropped.

“Azrael?”

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