Beyond Seduction Deceit Betrayal

When I saw her after so long, for the first time in a very long time, I found myself wanting my revenge. I wanted a simple revenge, however my better half wanted something beyond that. In appeasing her demands, it brought out a most unselling part of me, knowing that the person capable of making both my better half and I feel this way, was tied directly to my yearning toward our road to vengeance.

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6. Chapter 1.

Chapter 1.

 

Seven years earlier...

 

She woke up, not aware of what was going on. Her eyelids felt so heavy that even a mere attempt to open them would cost her all the worthy energy. She couldn’t hear anything but humming and static. Her brain started processing the situation and the reflections her still functioning senses were bringing up. President Mako Jhasmin Zaneca, who's Nanotech Facial Veil otherwise known as an NFV, deceptively and convincingly had transformed her face into that of her alter ego, eM Blade, figured out she wasn’t lying down, nor was she standing, nor sitting. She felt some pressure points on her back and her legs and her waist and some warmth coming from a presence of another body. She was being carried. By whom? And where? eM started panicking and thrashing around, trying to break out of the stranger’s grip. It only resulted in that she was being held much firmer as the hands although soft and dainty, were strong enough to be secured around her more tightly.

eM Blade didn’t like to feel so exposed and vulnerable. She wondered if this was how it felt to be dead. Being aware of the events around, but not being able to interfere in any way. eM heard some muffled voice, that ranged in volume and tone, but she couldn’t make out anything. She currently happened to be lying down on something, which was probably soft, but it still pressed the sharp pieces of glass into her side, which was uncomfortable and very painful. And that was the moment when eM started to feel pain again. She felt her left arm being clutched close to her stomach with her other hand, which also hurt. So did her sprained ankle and the cut on her neck. It suddenly became unbearable. Her whole body was protesting as the rush of adrenaline through her veins was stopped and there was no numbness anymore.

Suddenly, her cheek started burning and something trickled down into her hair. Acid? eM screamed and shook her head violently to avoid anything else coming. She felt someone’s hands at the sides of her face and she cried out. She couldn’t hear herself. But she probably wasn’t dead. It stopped. Someone exposed the skin of her abdomen. She could feel the air brushing past the sensitive wounded skin. eM tensed up and as she did, a wave of dull, but strong pain shot up her body. eM started crying again, she felt helpless. There were voices. Someone lifted her up and her nose got buried into something soft. It hurt to breathe and it was even harder now, even harder to sync her sobbing with her breathing.

"Please," she uttered a soft beg, it made her captor hold her tighter, resulting in eM at the brink of suffocating. She took a breath and as she did, among a sharp pain in her side, a familiar scent found a way up her nose. eM stopped crying and started thinking instead. She knew that smell. Of course she did. She took a small breath again, just to inhale a bit more. Then it hit her. eM felt more frightened than ever before. Her captor, it was her, the one whom I had labelled 'Death Incarnate.'

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