Finding Contentus

Chapter 136: Terms and Conditions

Ramela let out a toxic laugh. Tstha! I expected nothing less. I accept the challenge in good faith. Though I must warn you. My heart is impoverished as well, as is my Genie's. He is in no need of freeing. He is free to be with ME. He is happy to be with ME. He is in love with ME. He made love with ME. He made Essenia with ME. You would do more harm than good if you tried to rob him from ME, let alone if you tried to take my life.

She looked thoughtful for a moment, businesslike with all the leverage. I'm willing to share him, if it's with you of course. That's my condition. Sounds about right doesn't it? Essenia will need all three of her parents. However, if you think that I would simply let him go unconditionally... oh, sweetheart, I'm afraid that you still have so much to learn.

Annoyance soured her face. That wishy washy nonsense that a lover should let their love go is nothing more than a flush of diarrhea. If you really love someone, you'll do everything in your power to keep them, like how the heart is kept imprisoned in the ribcage. No one loves my Genie as much as I. How can I word it?

A serpentine smile grew on her face. Frankly speaking, I love him in every possible way. I love him like a wife loves her husband. I love him like a mother loves her son. I love him like a teacher loves her student. I love him like a sister loves her brother. I love him like a best friend loves her best friend. I love him like a gardener loves her garden. I love him like a...

Her expression shifted, arching an eyebrow as if stumbling upon something abstract. I've reached a dead end. A deceased fuckhole. That's the problem with labels. So limiting. Much like the irony of linguistics. Failing to find the appropriate terminology in any language. It just doesn't measure up to the feelings we feel and mean to express in words. The feelings that we try and fail to repress. I suppose the closest comparison would be marriage, all things considered. Marriage is more than a pledge after all. It's an essential contract. An inescapable prison.

Her eyes slid up to Genesia's contractual scar. Animals mark their territory and their mates for all to see and smell. Why hide my true nature when I can think about it for all to hear?

Her free hand touched her contractual scar on her stomach, Essenia's guarding mark. Her sensual gaze went back to his, studying his characteristics that exuded coolness. She wet her lips with her tongue, stirring her taste buds, salivating the idea of indulging in the grand feast that he represented. For all to see.

Genesia tracked her predatory eye movements the entire time, taking stock of her thoughts, her intentions, her viewpoints, her fixations, her unwillingness to have her mind swayed when it came to him and only him.

His pulse quickened. His mind blanked like he was preparing to sketch something new on paper from scratch. He looked at Ramela for a long period of time, into her, deep inside, piercingly like pointed utensils that dug into his favourite meal. His stomach grumbled. His throat dried up. Hunger. Thirst. She was making him hungry and thirsty for her.

If the universe is finite, place an infinite multiplier over it and you'll measure a fraction of my love for you. Genesia thought automatically as his eyes became heavy-lidded and provocative. So that's the solution. I see... okay, okay, okay.

He found himself offering Ramela a charming smile like a painted mask on a defensive wall that ran horizontally and vertically for endless miles across the sands, across the seas and up to the skies where nothing escaped his guarding coverage.

Preserve me, Baaba! Essenia's echoing scream made his cells crash like a failed system. A strong wintery chill blew right through him, digging into his muscles, unsettling his bones as if he was stranded in the freezing cold Sinine desert at night.