~Rowan~
My gaze was riveted on her, tracing the gentle curve of her neck as she lifted her fork to her lips.
The soft light dances across her features, illuminating the delicate planes of her face....and yeah, I was utterly entranced.
Sloane Reynolds. Fucking Sloane Reynolds.
The only girl I could call mine.
The only girl I ever loved wholeheartedly.
The only girl who ruined me..... I want to punish her as much as I want to have her.
"So... how've you been lately?" She clears her throat and takes a long sip of her juice, sneaking a little peek at me.
I sat, mesmerized, drinking in the beauty of her like a parched traveller at an oasis.
Each delicate movement of her hands, each bite she took was a symphony of elegance.. a dance of refinement that held me spellbound.
"Uhh yeah,.... I've been good lately.." Yes, I lied. My life has been a mess for the past twelve years. "I like this new life you gave me, ... I never knew how much tears I had in me till you left. ....And one day, your name didn't make me smile anymore".
I saw it. The sadness in her eyes. Sadness.. that was all. Was she remorseful? Did the thought of how she messed me up ever cross her mind? It probably didn't.
And still...I want this girl in my life.
"Are you trying to make me feel bad?" Her eyes darkened, like she became a whole new person at the second I blinked. "Someone died, sure. Get over it. Don't waste your life trying to get back what was taken away. Never take life seriously, no one gets out alive anyways".
"PEOPLE DIED! ....MY PEOPLE!... Sloane you bitch" The room faded into the background, and all that remained was the intoxicating sight of her, a vision of ethereal loveliness that seem to radiate an otherworldly glow.
Why am I so head over heels for her? Even now I find it fucking hard to get mad at her.
I sighed.
"I came back for you, Sloane. Would you mind if I said I still want you badly? I can't get over a single night without drowning in your absence"
...
Silence. Absolute silence dawned on us that moment.
Sloane Reynolds. For one laughter with you, I had to pay a million tears.
I'd take a bullet for you just to prove my undying love... only to find you holding the gun.
And still.....
Still.....
I'd do it all again if given a second chance.
I'm better now like you've always wanted.
Money. Luxury. Fame. Princess treatment.
I can give you all that now... just be mine.
The thoughts echoed through my brain like church bells on a bright Sunday morning.
"Y..you ..still love me?.. even after all that?"
"I do".
Tears clouded her pretty eyes, revealing a part of her I never knew.
Her delicate features illuminated by the soft light.
Her eyes like shimmering pools of darkest sapphire make even her tears, seem like a sparkling pearl.
Her lips, a Rosebud's promise of sweetness curved into a gentle smile.
The subtle drape of her gown accentuating the slender elegance of her figure, and her very presence seemed to whisper secrets to the shadows as if her beauty was a gift reserved for the most discerning of eyes.
I stood up from where I was seated and retreated a few steps back..... but suddenly bumped into a waiter from behind.
I hurriedly turned around to help him with the spilled beer and broken cups.
"I'm so sorry about that". I said, picking up his fallen butcher knife and returning it to him.
He didn't say a word . Cleaned up and left.
Weird.
I got down on one knee, drinking in the expressions on people's face and the satisfying surprised look on Sloane's face.
"It's me, Rowan Lane, your first ever friend and lover. Be my woman, like old times".
Say Yes!
The cheers of the random people, making Sloane's cheeks explode in every shade of red.
"All you need do is come over to me, I'll take that as a yes--"
Her lips. Her intoxicating scent. Her tongue.
I found myself tasting it. Yearning for more.
My hands wrapped tightly around her tender waist, stunned by how easily she slipped in like a melody falling into rhythm ,soon found its way exploring her graceful body.
Yes she kissed me. Passionately.
Damn, she arouses something in me. I just realize how bad I want to go down on her... To taste her. To hear her scream my name.
I lifted her up, sweeping her off her feet. Still entangled in our perfect moment, finding my way to the room upstairs.
Starlight Cuisine Lodge five star restaurant. A large restaurant with lodgings on the third floor. Like it was made for people with the loudest money.
I heard the owner's a bastard billionaire, owning lands, companies, hotels, restaurants and a lot more. A hundred times richer than I am.
She fell, utterly terrified by the scene we were met with behind the closed doors.
Sloane's loud screams were very inviting as everyone rushed to the scene..... Only to all freak out, dispersing.
The waiter with the butcher knife.
He just sat there with his legs crossed quietly, playing with her insides. A young lady whose head had been severed, eyes plucked out , and mouth stuffed with her lover's manhood. He chopped her liver into pieces, digging through her like nothing.
Seconds later, he turned over to the bleeding lover who felt nothing but pain and despair .
He struck with a rage that bordered on madness, the knife a blur in his fist.
Each thrust landing with sickening precision, the blade sinking deep again and again, as if he meant to erase him completely.
His cries faded into choking gasps, his body convulsing beneath the weight of his fury. Blood sprayed across his shirt- hot and thick, and still he didn't stop.
He was lost in it now. Driven. Consumed.
With a final brutal yank, he tore him open- steel tearing through flesh and bone. His insides spilling out in slick coils, warm, wet, and horrifyingly real.
And then....he laughed.
Not loud, not at first. Just a quiet, broken chuckle that bubbled up from somewhere deep, somewhere twisted.
The kind of laugh that didn't belong to joy, but to madness.
His gaze finally finds it way to us, revealing his brown eyes filled with anger.
The famous Starlight Cuisine Lodge had become a murder scene.