Post by Kayla Richards on Jul 14, 2017 7:10:56 GMT -5
Angel of Death
Only for the weak
I was a soldier. A good little soldier too. I did what was asked. I even took some joy in it. Or at least I thought I did. In the ring we were like a pack of rabid dogs. Whatever the dark angel pointed at we made disappear. His enemies were many, his title reign became legendary. We would appear around the ring and we would all attack at once. He and his fake queen would watch and smile. Always smiling. The two brothers and I would attack and while they were tough, ultra violent men...the truth is they weren’t the ones to be feared….
I was.
I was the most dangerous.,
See the brothers took joy in the pain they inflicted and laughed. They thought it was fun but they also knew when to stop. They knew any further and the risk outweighed the reward. But I. Well as I said in the ring we looked like a family. Behind all that I was treated as the family pet. The dog. Lower than dirt. The brothers took turns using me for their own pleasures. Occasionally the dark angel would come and congratulate me for keeping his disciples happy and well plied with the gift of flesh. He would give me kind words, a smile, a warm stroke with his palm on my cold, beaten flesh.
This was my place in life, my gift to them in the name of faith. Despite the violent nature and the talent for it I had shown week after week the dirty sad reality was that I was just a piece of meat. A warm hole for the brothers and the dark angel to unleash their aggression in when we were done. The stresses of the ring and the combat led them to need it and that was my job.
I didn’t care.
I felt nothing.
But then I started being given other jobs. Other targets. The dark angel, the blackened god. He called me his black widow. I was to use my looks, my youth to corrupt others, to lure them into a false sense of security. I was to break them from the inside. In fact the same man had once used my sister the same way. Amber had broken two men who dared cross him. This was my spot...my future. But there was one who I couldn’t do it too. I had no idea why. He refused to fall for my charms.
Even after we slept together. Something I was told not to do. Something that I never planned on. But he was different. Stronger. Sure of himself. Then it hit me, the reason why my charms didn’t work. Why my body wasn’t enough. He was in love. And even though I couldn’t feel it I knew. I had lost the battle for his soul…
I can't tolerate your sadness
Cause it's me you're drowning
I won't allow any happiness
'Cause every time you laugh, I feel so guilty
"I blame the needs that you feed
'Cause selfish eyes would not see"
Dallas Texas
4 Years Ago
No need for sympathy, it's only for the weak
The smile was on point as I flashed my teeth. My green eyes angled up to give a little sparkle. I pushed my arms together as I sat forward, my low cut singlet top allowing him access to look straight down it as I popped the end of my finger against my lips pouting them out. Seduction, thy name is Kayla. He smirked and shook his head picking up his drink giving it a small sip, the amber liquid going down his throat. I was still too young to drink.
My mind flashed back to the night before. The passion he showed. The strength, the control. He didn’t lose it with me, he was forceful but calm, arrogant but attentive. It was amazing. But this was a job. It was a mission. The dark angel had told me to take him off his game. Learn his motives. Make sure he had no soul to follow. But as I sat here staring into those sparkling blue eyes. His boyish grin behind the dark beard, there was something different. Something too strong to corrupt.
I reached out and took his hand, my thumb massaging his palm. I used all my tricks. My tongue darting out to run over my lips, a cherry red lip gloss over them making them not only shine but smell amazing. My eyelashes batted up and down, I giggled at his jokes, I smiled and made eye contact, my foot moved up and down his calf under the table. I did everything I could think of and more. But there was something…...off….
He stared at me, his head tilted, his voice low and gruff as he then laughed. Was he mocking me?. Was he onto me?. Did he sleep with me the night before just to prove that tonight I wasn’t the one with the power?. nHis eyes. Oh god his eyes. They were emotionless, a void. But not like mine. He had love behind them, a strong feeling of devotion and loyalty to someone to….her…..oh my god….I need to get out of here….
“Yes thank you for last night and tonight...I enjoyed it….”
I got to my feet fast, leaning in to keep up the facade as I kissed his cheek.
“Goodbye….Alex…..”
I turned and made my way out and past the rest of the bar patrons to the street, my high heels slamming against the concrete as my hands fumbled with my phone,my fingers dialled and I waited for him to pick up, he needed to know, he needed the information. My dark angel was being made a fool of, my loyalty to him was not in question, but to her?. The loyalty died….how dare she…
“Hello?.....yes I just left him…...no…..no….look listen, she isn’t what she seems Angel…..I could see it in his eyes...feel it….Alex Jones and A-.....yes...alright….of course I love you….”
