Page 28 of A Broken Promise (the Freckled Fate #1)

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I threw the pen and paper on the bed, rustling the sheets as I got out of the bed. Hours. At this point it had been days. I spent too many days working on it. The still empty paper glared back at me. Making fun of me.

The loud drops of rain knocked on my window relentlessly. Already in my comfy pajamas, I opened the window just enough to smell the rain mixed air, inhale the smell of wet stone, to feel a few droplets of the cold rain against my skin. It felt so refreshing.

It’d been more than a month now since my first kill, and just a couple of weeks since my second. The calmness and the numbness were now more like an emotional support pet. Most of the time, playful and laid back, but always there when it mattered the most.

I turned back, staring at my bed. The stupid paper looked so big. Gods, why didn’t I grab a smaller piece? I rubbed my small golden studs in the new ear piercings that I got. They were still slightly sore, but now felt a part of me just as much as my own freckles.

I was surprised when Priya brought me to the piercing parlor, just a week after we came back to Svitar. It was her version of making me feel something after the kill, though quite manually. But I didn’t mind it. I never had my ears pierced. Always wanted it, yet Tuluma said there was no point since we could never afford any jewelry anyway.

But unlike my elven maid, Priya declared that I would be getting piercings after every kill I do, so I “could feel the pain and remorse I was so desperate to find.” To my reply that eventually I’d run out of places to pierce, she laughed saying, “I didn’t know little Freckles over here had such a long murdering list.”

But truthfully, I had the skills and resources now, and there were enough bad people in the world, so I wasn’t planning on stopping now.

She gasped then. Loud enough that people turned and glared at us as Priya flipped them off.

“Write a hit list. I want you to go kill off your people. Maybe you are not feeling the satisfaction because you are killing for sport, but you need to do it for retribution first. Revenge is always the best feeling,” she said, licking off a drip of French pastry cream on her palm.

So here I was, making a list. Priya gave me today as a deadline, otherwise she promised to make me kill every single day until I gave her the names. And as much as I had come to accept the feeling of numbness within me, the clear calm taking over me each time I pulled the trigger or slid my knife across someone’s throat, I had no desire to go on a murdering rampage in the city I lived in.

I sat back down on the bed. Priya was many things, but she always did what she put her mind to. So, it had to be a name on this paper or a death of some innocent person tonight.

I tapped the pen against the paper anxiously. I didn’t know that many people, and the ones I knew were already dead. Having no friends had its perks. It meant I had no enemies either.

There was that one merchant who kicked Tuluma and I out of the village once. Maybe him? Or there were those girls that threw swine food at me once for speaking elvish, but that seemed so trivial and pitiful. I felt sorry for them, not angry so as to avenge it in death.

Clock sounded the last midnight ring. Shit. I had to go now. Maybe it was the hesitation, the unwillingness to relive those memories, but there were two people that deep inside I wanted dead. I craved it. I promised to kill them, in fact .

Bornea Miteno. The man that sold me in slavery.

And the man I despised the most: the “great” Destroyer General.

I scribbled those names on the yellow paper. Each line of ink almost felt like a black thread connecting my soul to those promises, writing out our destinies.

I ran barefoot across the large hall to the other side of the manor, down to the double sided, large, white doors, staring at the letters on the paper. Bornea Miteno, Destroyer General. Destroyer General, Bornea Miteno. Something powerful stirred at the thought of them being dead. Killed by me.

I took a few steps in before finally raising my eyes from the paper.

“Pri—” I swallowed hard halfway through my word as my face filled with all shades of pink. The soft sound of moaning and light giggles filled the room.

Priya’s full naked body was on a complete display as she laid wide open on her crimson silk sheets. She was slightly propped up by a large pillow under her neck, oh so slightly relaxed back and her curls spread on top of the pillow.

There were five other women there, each one more gorgeous than the next. Each a goddess in their own right. Most completely naked, some wearing nothing but a small piece of sheer fabric. All devoted to pleasuring Priya.

“Got your list? Finally?” Priya raised her arm in the air, summoning me. The lovely women around her didn’t pause even for a second, as their luscious lips sucked and licked those large round breasts of hers, their hands teasing and stroking what their mouths couldn’t take.

“Um, yes,” I said, unsure where to guide my traitorous eyes as I walked towards her. I stretched out my arm to hand off my list just as a beautiful blonde slid her tongue deep in the apex of Priya’s thighs, her body twitching just slightly at the touch, releasing a soft moan. The redhead was the only one now watching me, meeting my flushed gaze as she laid near the blonde, kissing and scraping her teeth on Priya’s thighs. She watched me curiously, attentively, as she slid her slender finger in-between Priya’s full exposed bottom .

Bright, lush carpets were now feeling so stiff, and I shifted on my feet, forcing my gaze towards a painting. It was a painting of Priya, gods, a giant painting of half-naked Priya on a large wall. I slid my gaze further to the left, willing myself to completely ignore the loud swallowing and paced licking and those sultry, feminine purrs.

Priya grabbed my list, taking a quick look at it.

“I don’t fuck with Destroyers. But whoever this…Bornea guy is, it’s a start.” She handed the list back to me.

The fifth girl now was spread out right above her, kissing and nibbling her neck and then her ear.

“Okay,” I mustered to say, not exactly remembering what Priya said.

“Freckles?”

“Um, yes?” My hand was already on the door, rushing out.

“Beatrice would be happy to take care of you too, you know?” The redhead paused, smiling seductively at me.

“Anything your heart desires,” she purred. Her dark, periwinkle eyes locked in with mine again. It felt almost wrong to say no to her. But I heard myself speak.

“Um…I am okay for now. But um, thank you... Beatrice.”

She winked with her foxlike eyes, still not letting go of her gaze on me as she lowered her plump lips back on the tanned skin of Priya.

“Well suit yourself then.” Priya waved with her hand, dismissing me.

I walked down the hall. My mind was still racing, trying to process everything my eyes devoured. The chill air was prickling my heated skin as I turned off the lights and plummeted into the bed.

I tried not to think of what was happening across the house; tried not to think of the pure pleasure and ecstasy I so craved at times. It’d been well over five years since I felt it. Ollie was my first, and the only guy I had ever been with. We were just kids when we crossed that line on a mossy floor, deep in the forest.

So awkward and yet so natural, the flow of our bodies uniting as one.

I closed my eyes .

I promised I would never forget his face, and yet his soft features were now a blur in my memories, his scent of cedar now just a mere ghost in my mind.

Fuck, maybe I was lonely. I never really cared for women, not in that way at least. I admired their beauty and goodness; and I’d be lying to myself if I didn’t admit that some days I really really wished I cared about the touch of a female as much as a male. Men were gross and filthy, yet Ollie was able to stir up a storm in me with just a simple touch, light up my world with single thrust. He could make my heart explode with just a touch of his lips.

I slid my hand between my legs. It’d been so long. Too long. The fingers were met with already welcoming warmth and wetness. I slowly slid them up then down. My mind lit up like stars in the night, remembering the utter pleasure so long forgotten. I sped up my pace. Gods, damn them all. Just a little more. My full hand was now at work. My legs tensed and my back slightly arched while I found the exploding release. My body shuddered. I didn’t realize just how much I needed it until now. Gods, it was so good.

I didn’t even realize that the rain had already stopped, and now just the utter quietness of the late autumn night rocked me to sleep. Maybe I was pathetic to pleasure myself at the thought of my dead lover, but I was too tired to care as I closed my eyes and fell deep into my sleep.