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The words would barely push through my clenched teeth. Every inch of me was tight. Rigid and ready to shatter and break into jagged pieces. I bounced on my feet, pulling at a guard until he finally stepped to the side at Elec’s gesture.
Curls. I only caught a glimpse of them in my peripheral as I met George’s stare and launched right for the man who was standing between two guards. Maybe I expected him to cower or apologize. He’d always been over-apologetic in the outside world, but here it wasn’t the case. The brown eyes were hard, almost as if nothing were behind them at all.
“She did nothing to you. She did nothing!She was mine.” I gripped to his shirt, slamming my fist into his face. His head snapped back at the force, but I was already punching his nose and mouth again. At him starting to fall down, I grabbed to his shirt, jerking and pushing him into the kitchen. His smaller body flew at my push, and I swung his light frame into the ground as I jerked open the drawers, reaching for the first knife I saw. Fists swung, but he was far from a fighter.
“She had no right to tell. I deserved to be here. Ipaidfor this place.”
“We’ve all fucking paid. Do you know who paid the most?” I slashed through the button up shirt he wore, slicing through his arm that kept coming up trying to fend me off. “My slave! Do you see her? Do you see what you’ve done?”
“It’s nothing compared to what I’ve had to do outside of here. You have no idea the deeds one must commit to be seen by the right people. Ideservemy place as Master.”
I drug him closer, catching glimpses of her ghostly face and her opened eyes as the Garden’s doctor and nurse kept working on her. Flashes of my mother, dying on a hospital bed in our guest room, hit me hard. Gone. Dead eyes. Porsha, as I fucked her countless different times while she lay there like a ghost, so out of it on drugs. Gone too, in her own way. Hollow eyes. Feeling the two pulled as one, and now seeing my slave the same way, it did something to my anger, twisting it to a raw grief I knew too well. The emotion didn’t last. It mixed, warping with a sensation that was different altogether. Lust. I nearly went limp with disbelief. The shock at how dark I was going didn’t stick around. It escalated off the charts with rage and denial as I flipped the Master to his back before me.
“Look at her, George. Watch her.”
My fist connected with his cheek and my mother came back, staring right at me, just not seeing what was before her. But I saw George, hovering in the background like always. A grin edged on his face at every gaze her way. He’d been talking to my dad, and he wanted to smile. I saw it. There was no hiding his underlining pleasure as he took her in. It made me hit him again. And again. Three times.
A sound forced it way through my tight throat, and I switched hands, slicing into his arm again. I waited for him to draw it close, just like I knew he would. It came to cradle against him, and I let my arm stab down right into his chest. Right into the one part of me that was aching with so much loss. Popping blew through my hand like a shock wave, and I kept trying to push deeper as I sliced through layers of muscle. A yell pierced the air, only feeding me as I pulled the five-inch blade free, stabbing down again. Blood spewed past the doctor’s lips, splashing against my forearms as I heave the knife in repeatedly.
“You can’t see. You’ll never see, but you have to.” I grabbed the collar of his shirt, barely catching Elec at the door as I pulled him a foot from my slave’s face and flipped him on his stomach. My hand clamped to his jaw as I stretched his neck, staring at my slave. At what I wanted back more than anything.
“You tried taking her from me just like you did my mother, didn’t you? All for what? Why!”
Nothing but mumbled, wet words. My knee came to settle in the middle of his back, and I pulled up, extending his neck as far as it would go through my hate. George’s arms went wild as he tried to fight my hold and breathe at the same time. “It was so important for you to be here, and yet you let your impulses overpower you. It wasn’t her fault you got out of hand, but you punished her for your mistake, George, and now she’s going to be the last thing you ever see. You wanted this life. You wanted to be part of the Masters. Now you’ll die like one. Welcome to the Gardens’.”
Blood sprayed over fair skin, dotting my slave’s beautiful face as I sawed through Sixty-three’s throat with the serrated edge. Gasps and deep inhaling gurgled as the Master’s body flopped in my hold. I didn’t allow either of us to move as he fought for the last ounce of his life. He’d see her until he wasn’t alive to.I…saw her. Those eyes. Seeing, pulling me in, wanting me to stay as I continued to try to cut off the doctor’s head. She wanted me to take care of her like I did with my mother. Like I did with Porsha when she was out of it. She had me here, now. She had me with her forever.
* * *
Voices.No matter how many different ones buzzed around me, I heard nothing at all. I couldn’t as I stared into the unresponsive face of my slave. Elec tried checking on me a few times. Even my father could tell I was too far gone. Nothing made sense and yet, I’d never seen anything clearer.
Beep. Beep.
The steady repetition of the machine should have given me hope. After all, it was still going. There was still a pulse, but that was it. They said she’d never return. That she was gone from me for good. What were the odds of that? Of two women closely resembling each other, in love with me, practically dead…because of me. The odds had to be astronomical. I kept trying to figure it out, but all I could see was how I was the common denominator. Me.
“I don’t know what to tell you, Mr. Delgado, Rob made his choice. He knew the—”
“Bullshit. I don’t care what he chose. My son is not staying here. It’s time he comes home. This is my fault. He’s here because of me. I made the wrong decision. He hasn’t left that girl in days. He won’t go through what I did. This was all a big mistake.”
“Perhaps it was, but it’s too late to worry about that. Rob’s already signed the paperwork. Prepare the outside world for his death. He’s not leaving here. As Main Master, I refuse to let him. Look at him, he’s lost. Fucking gone. He’s a liability, and the Gardens won’t risk it. This decision is final. Figure out the way you want him to die, and my people will take care of it. You’re free to visit him whenever you wish, but he will never leave this place again.”
“Do you know who I am? You can’t do this.”
“I assure you I can. If you’d like to argue, we can start planning a double funeral. Like I mentioned before, the Garden doesn’t accept risk. Do you understand me, Vice-President?”
“Don’t listen to them, slave. They’ll leave again soon.” I whispered inches from her face, brushing my lips over her warm cheek. When I nuzzled in, I could have moaned from having her so close. I missed her. I wanted her back, but it’s not like I still didn’t have her as mine. “A few more days, and we’ll get you set up at home. This is going to be fun. A new adventure. Me, you. Think about it.”
I sure was. Our life together now was the only thing on my mind. It was my fault we’d gotten here, and I accepted responsibility for that. But I also harbored parts I couldn’t admit to myself yet. All I could face was, it was all going to be great. It wouldn’t be the same as before, but we’d figure it out. I was committed. I was going to see this through to the end. The important parts wouldn’t change. We’d keep our rules—our rituals, and if it ever came time in the far future to get another slave, we’d even teach her how things were meant to be. After all, why fuck up perfection? Never again. This time we’d just be more careful of who we went around. Trust was gone, but even that was more convenient. As long as we stayed away from the others, we’d be safe.
“Now that we’re going to be spending our days together, I think we should get to know each other a little bit better. Slave, did I ever tell you the story of my mother? It’s a long story. Not short at all. You see, she was beautiful. Strong. She had this elegance and grace to her. An aura very much like you. She was the perfect example of what a woman should be. Everyone thought so, but she got sick. She ended up a lot like you are now, in bed. Sedated, but waiting. My father, he never left her side through her sickness. And when I say never, I mean mostly never. The memories of what I saw…what I heard…they used to give me nightmares, but don’t worry, any dirtiness you feel, I’ll take care of it for you.For both of us.You may like this story despite that it’s not conventional. I mean, I didn’t understand it either until now.”
I kissed her cheek again, moving more towards her mouth as I cupped her face. “The more that I think of it, the more fitting it seems. You spoke of karma. Of fate.” Again, I brushed my lips over hers, this time harder, more passionate. “What do you think of history repeating itself? Do you think that’s possible? I’m starting to. Perhaps my mother’s last days weren’t as bad as I had thought. After all, she was the only one my father really loved, and I think I could have loved you had we had more time together. Maybe a part of me already does.”
The End
