Prologue
Do I have to look a certain way? act a certain way to let people identify me as one person? Alot of people fall through these so called Norms in order to socialize in a general mental society of happiness. Where as, others keep it all jarred up inside displaying an opposite persona. Good or Bad we can all rely on the idea of Self - Control. It's what can build us an image of a perfect being.
Chapter 1 - An imprisoned evil launched by innocent lips and hollowed eyes finds its home, it's place and throne. How could his soul bond to something so poisonous, so lifeless. He lit her face again and his hard coughs echoed her faintness cries. The excitement seemed to fold his skin in rough ripples as his eyes glamoured at her Caramel succulent breast of deceit.
Her ashes seemed to burn her dangerous desire forming a perfect sliced grin. " This Jane is so goooood", she whispered a breath of stupidity to Wise Anelki. "Dumb Bitch", he echoed in his levitated mind as he planted his hand down her slippery cleavage. "Oh fuck!" she bellowed as the evil claws of intensity seemed to be snapping her back in two as she blindly forced his had deeper tearing the ass of Mary Jane in her swollen mouth, while her teeth held the root of her bloody tongue.
Anelki's desire morphed rapidly into action as it settled silently into murder. Her lifeless cold head on a twisted rope attached to a now shivering naked body of beauty. His mind relaxed and his hand heavy with guilt and blood. Shane's body shrugged with amazement as he licked his playful finger to turn the next page of this crazy chapter. Damn how his mind buzzed with visions of this repeating scene the very half second he turned the saucy page. This local library was an adult Disney to this devious young man. Apart from the exotic, intoxicating books , this spot had a variety of sweet, succulent playboy like visitors both local and foreign. Attaining both knowledge and beauty was the essence of real life in the real of Shane's exotic world.
Brapp !! "Yes, mr teaser, you have no manners!!" Carolyn lunged her words at her prey as she lay her hand firmly on the book she defeated with a slam."What the", paused Shane as he resorted to a faint hint of clarity. Puzzled at the encounter a jolt of a flashback of last night planted a perfect lie in his mind. " Oh babes sorry about last night , i totally forgot to see you at the pub", he said hoping his lies could win her intellect.
"I called you like & times and i know your phone have credit!!!" damn she was pissed.
Shane had deliberately set his phone on silent, was his reasons justly ? mmm who knows. Maybe he was seeing some outrageously beautiful girl on the side, all these thoughts plagued the fragile short tempered mind of beautiful Carolyn.
Right now Shane wish he was the slammed book, it would have been a better way to survive a hard slam than an antagonizing storm of anguish that beautiful Carolyn was about to unleash on him. If only was real life dialogue was the same as porn- flix , tsk fuck life !
" you have nothing to say!", she frowned, " you ungrateful dog!" she glared at him and stormed out the entrance before he could even process what he was about to say .
Shocked but a bit relieved he looked at her number on his phone like a little child trying to make sense of a Picasso painting. Mmmm maybe she went out to cry or something, should he be concerned? After all they just started seeing each other for only 3 days. A storm of remorse fell on his shoulder as he slouched back slipping his phone back in his pocket "what ever, I'll let her steam it off a bit, love them don't spoil them" a cloud of thought clensed his mind.
Carolyn was a fit beautiful model of an Irish pale red hair girl with eyes of crystal jade. Her breast seemed to blossom with every sway her buttocks moved, damn was she a catch. A beauty cursed with a short fuse and groping heart.
The honey coated taste to read was now sour and the spell to ease the stomach was overwhelming. He gently placed the naughty beaten book back in its glorious cave, fitting it in position as he would do his collar. A cold kiss of ice seemed to welcome him as he stepped out onto the evenly paved road. This rainy weather had him feeling naked like a thread-less bed.
He felt like a photographer scoping manikins as he browsed the busy home of drunks and bankers. Some how he could feel despair and wondered if there were any future mirrors nearby he could smile at or say hi. His cold breath seemed to warm his soul feeling like his age had granted him a gift to bypass the quiet feelings those manikins now possessed. The devil really had his game on but Shane was glad he had no affair in it. Paying a price too fit another's skin is such a fool's happy mistake.
Blessed with his charm looks and expensive chatter their lives meant nothing to him, he can only acknowledge their presence as a sign of reality. To him, minding his own business was principle. If he had enemies he probably would never know cause he had no time set for gossip or eve's dropping. He only card about the well being of his dying aunt and deaf uncle who nurtured him on an edge before the city robbed them blind.
While others cared about saving the last dime, Shane would happily kill the last dime just to make his aunt smile when he bought her treats and took her out shopping as if she were young again. Not because she was on the verge of dying like many people thought, it was just a great old habit of him doing things to please her.
His uncle deaf but still strong , was a strange old man, He preferred the indoors and the little workshop where he would model boats as a hobby to pass time. Many times Shane would wonder why this man who had never sailed in his life take liking in crafting such beautiful beautiful model. The hobby puzzled him but his logic's respect the honor of his uncles's peculiar life.
Shane began to make his way though the misty maze into a small restaurant which resided in a quiet corner of this busy town.The waiter's eyes seem to glisten with devious thoughts as if to polish his shoes with his every step. Such an aura made his eyes feel shy as he approached the sweet lady at the counter.
Her eyes seemed to magically lick his cheeks as he gazed into focus. She seemed to be reading his every thought as if her body was telepathing with his. His mind could taste the chocolate covered images of such a defined angel like body. This feeling felt like lust corroding an empty space he seemed to have covered for so many years.
Two perfect beings in an awkward situation. He could say hi but the same sentence would always rebound. Funny how one person can brainstorm faster than blinking eyes. All he wanted was to tell her how good she looked in a way that wouldn't interfere with her work or class him as some guy looking for a fuck.
