"Your eyes are so beautiful, mia cara. I'll like you to keep them open as I take what's mine."- Zaviero De Santis, The Sinner.
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Zaviero
They call me The Sinner. And for sinister reasons. You see, corruption and depravity lives in my soul, an unen...
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|Kairaluchukwu|
"KAIRA, OF ALL things to do, why on earth did you faint?" My fingers drags through my locs, messing the roots up as I pace about the room, steps heated.
I had fainted the second Zaviero relayed the news to me. While I was not prone to fainting, all that killing, screaming and crying had taken a drastic toll on me.
"Couldn't you have slapped him hard? Maybe hit him where the sun doesn't shine?" I ask myself again and rub my affected jaw. "Fuck!"
Four hours after the basement incident, I am stuck in a daze. My ex-best friend is a monster and I am to be his unfortunate bride.
"Me marry him? Asi!" I snap my fingers in the Nigerian fashion, crossing them over my head and muttering a quick, "God forbid, I will never marry that bastard!"
Just as I turn to resume my stress pacing, my eyes drop to the food on the table. White rice and chicken curry sauce. A savoury meal I should be happy to devour. Yet, the delicious aroma wafting to my nostrils has an opposite effect- intense nausea. My stomach rolls, the thought of food making me want to laugh and cry simultaneously. Who eats right after witnessing a man's fingers being sliced off?
Definitely not me.
I head to the toilet again. Cranking up the tap, I wash my face for the nth time since I woke up. It's a coping mechanism to forget the memories. Except, sadly, they can't be washed away. A stubborn part of me refuses to believe I touched him, after ten years. Even now, my fingers still tingled.
Wideyed, I stare at them beneath the rushing, cool liquid, trapped in memory lane.
When Z first entered inside, I had heard his voice but not raised my head. That was because I didn't want my fantasy, that wish that it was really him to disintegrate. But the second he'd called my name, I'd lost it. I'd allowed myself to flow with the rivers of the past, caught up in the moment, talking like a kid who was gifted candy. Savoring every brush of my fingers against his skin. Matter of fact, I had been ready to discard all the bad memories. But seeing him mutilate someone right in front of me, solidified what I'd known all those years. Z was and is evil.
"Enough! Stop thinking about Z!" I hiss and catch my traitorous feelings, slapping the water hard on my face. "And call him De Santis for God's sake! Listen, you need to set some boundaries. He is not your Z or Zaverio anymore, Kaira! Get that into your flipping head!"
Hurriedly, I turn off the tap and exit the bathroom. Then I slump on the bed. The moment I do, acute recollections of our past wash over me once more.
