8 Is she the one?
"And I think that the leader is the blue-eyed one. Get him first..."
Janice opens many tabs on the computer and then analyzes the formula and how to make the green liquid in the tube work on the wolves.
"Okay, Get him first and then pour the liquid in his food. The next day, all the wolves will be smitten" Janice releases a sigh of relief and waited to hear Zyla's reply.
But...Upon hearing nothing...
"Zyla?"
The man with Zyla's ear deposit smiles. He has heard everything this lady has planned to use Zyla for.
Zyla is more like a slave now, huh...
Is it that she doesn't know a thing, or she plans on not knowing anything. Too many questions that are the same but are placed in different ways flood the mind of the man as he accumulates every single word that left Janice's mouth.
So, if he assumes that Zyla knows nothing about this, he got pities to borrow her if she needs any. You know, she's a borrower.
They are using the girl and the dimp shit knows nothing. How sad.
He takes the ear deposit into his palm and in one smash.
It turns to dust...
...
What the stinky pothole!
Why does this place smell like this?! It smells more than someone's poo! Argh!
This place is making my stomach feel sick! I feel like I haven't eaten anything in days! Maybe even a month!
How can... My precious life... End so miserably?! When I haven't done anything yet!
But it's like I am the one causing this suffering for myself!
I should have ordered that lady to get me something to eat, but I've made up my mind to not do anything like that because of stubbornness and the thoughts that I can handle anything that comes my way!
Why am I such a dimp shit?!
My ears stand erect hearing the clank of my cell door. Who's the poo-zoo that has come to make my day much, much worse and exhausting.
Don't forget hungry.
I don't look to my side because I feel like it's a waste of time. The person should say the things he wanna say quickly and leave my life alone.
I'm trying to figure out how my stomach will survive this peasant situation.
My eyes are closed and the reason is that I don't believe anyone will want to see me. The main reason anyone can come to people's cells is that they wanna give orders.
Or sometimes just say some mean things and when they feel like touching you all over, they do it.
And you have no say in this, you will allow them.
Why? Because one, you are weak.
Two, they are stronger than you by far. Especially men.
Three, it can also make your weakness feel good.
Four, resist and receive the beatings of destiny.
Those are the four key reasons why things are the way it is for some women and men. Mostly women.
But why am I thinking about things like these when I'm very unsure that it's gonna happen to me? What up with me?
Is it because I'm seeing double now? Or...?
I can see double now... My super sight doubleness has been restored by...
"Well... Someone's weak"
I shoot one of my eye open and there he is...
An aggravated, hostile, and non-reliant enemy of mine... The blue-eyed guy.
That'd be a pretty good movie, don't you think?
The blue-eyed guy... The blue-eyed guy? The blue-eyed guy?!!!
Enough playing Zyla, where are your hostile manners?!
Just remember, I don't have hostile manners. Ooops.
"Thank God you know you caused it"
"Mm. I wouldn't say that if I were you"
He sits opposite me. Facing me with that cactus smile on his face. Men do I wanna rip his incisors out!
"Why? Because you were afraid of a white claimed wolf?"
He laughs as I laugh with him. Mockingly.
"So you're trying to say I'm claiming my whiteness?"
"No. I'm just trying to say you're lying when it comes to being a wolf"
He smiles widely at me and then my two eyes split open. My head got rid of the assistance of the black and dirty wall as I stared at him directly. This time, my hair shows a part of who I'm made of.
"Listen pretty well to me... "
His ears follow my command, but those annoying, gentle, and charming eyes remain the same.
"I came here to kill you and your wolves, I wouldn't be provoking the killer if I were you"
"So we should be afraid of you?"
"Even if you aren't, can you not serve your captives properly?"
He raises an eyebrow at me questionably.
"I'm starving men, I need something to eat"
He furrows his eyebrows and then his cute and irresistible face bulges out, and I get carried away by it, brainwashed of the order Janice gave me before leaving.
"Do not get carried away by his looks"
Oh... Should that be some kind of possibility? How am I going to do that? How is am I not going to get carried away by his looks?
"I thought-"
"I am not a wolf. I have no plans of being one"
My vision is becoming blurry and my strength is loosening. I feel my muscles become weak and it's affecting my cells.
I stare at him with blurry vision and for the very last time before I pass out...
"Please... I need something to... To eat"
His blue eyes moved swiftly, following the thud of Zyla's body. His eyes settle on the green liquid in a plastic tube that slips out of the bag of Zyla and then his eyes widens.
He stands up from his seated position and walks to Zyla slowly. His shoulders bending to the left and then became upright with the pattern that he walked.
He goes on one knee when he gets to the front of Zyla, and then with his thumb, he moves her hair from her eyes and stares at her with a type of glint in his eyes.
His oval-shaped finger touches the red mark on her face.
"Paint" he whispers and then stares at her eyes that are closed.
"Beautiful" he whispers...
He then grabs the tube on the floor and stares at the content from the container transparency. His eyes then move to Zyla.
Is she the one?
