Reckless - S01 E39

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Reckless - S01 E39

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 39

The flesh contact was enough to pull Stacy out of her momentary thoughtlessness.

She jerked, the coldness of his hand on the skin made her eyes fly open.

She stepped back, his hand let go of her Brë@št, but he her bottom lip got hooked in his mouth.

He held it with his teeth, and she squirmed, raising her knee to the middle of his legs, but he caught it with his hand before she could deliver, his teeth giving her an intentional bite on the lip.

She squirmed again, using her elbows. He finally decided to let go.

The blood on her lip trickled down her chin in a thin, thin line.

Some of it has stained Cove’s lips too before he let go, so now they both look stamped by crimson.

“You might really have killed him cos he was a part of the people who killed your parents, but I don’t believe he was your first kill. Your expression when you were watching him burn didn’t resemble a first timer’s. You lied.” She muttered.

Cove took one step closer, but she took two steps back.

“I only have to whistle with my mouth and my guards will rush inside this office to capture you. If you don’t wanna get locked up for the third time, stay off!”

“Shut the fûck, up…” His eyes blazed flames. “You started the chase, you kept crawling back to the garage after the warring darkness I showed you. You can’t deny that you’re attracted, you can’t Fuçkin deny that you wanna be tainted and corrupted and ruined till you won’t be able to pick back your shattered pieces!”

“That thrill in your eyes when you were watching the fire burn? I made searches and it can only be exhibited by a Pyro. You’re a maniac.” She muttered, taking another step back. “And you don’t have to tell me again, I won’t step your garage anymore. When I see you, I’ll go the other way. Stay the hell…off me!”

“Too late,” he returned, taking another step closer, the single chain on his jean dangling from his hoops. The baggy jean covered his boots completely only the thick sole is visible at the base. The blood on his lip is spreading as he talked “You started it, but then you got scared—you cowered away, and now I’m taking over. Till I decide that I’m tired and bored of the game, you have no say.”

The next step Stacy took made her reach the door. “Fûck, I regret the night I first saw you at that concert…you sick boy!”

She flipped the door open and ran out, forgetting about her waist chain beads scattered on the office floor.

Well, he only cut one, there are still seven left on her waist.

Also, there are still countless new supplies of it in her closet.

And the chocolate bar he ate? Hope it suddenly chokes him.

Why did she even close her eyes halfway through the kiss?

He touched her Brë@št? Fûck.

How could she be so gullible?

Yeah, she was curious about him, but that’s that, and now that she has found out his sickness, she’s just gonna keep her distance.

When she arrived at the end of the hall, she turned to have a look to be sure he’s not following.

She adjusted her bra below her top, then adjusted her top too.

She wiped the blood on her lips with her palm, but the bite is still there.

She could see her guards standing stationed behind that hall.

They definitely saw when he was dragging her into that office,but they didn’t act cos they assumed she’s now cool with him.

That she’s now friends with him.

Him? Gawd, she’s gonna get sick.

She shut her eyes, breathed in and out for a minute before opening up, and immediately she did, she jumped cos Dorian is already in front of her.

“You scared me!”

“Where have you been? The class is over but you didn’t even finish with us…” He blinked slowly. “And wait… what’s up with your lip?”

He wanted to touch, but she moved back.

This isn’t gonna be a circle.

Yesterday Dorian, today COVID,

Sorry…Cove.

And now Dorian again? Can she just be allowed to think?

Dorian lowered his hand. He could feel the static in the air.

“I mistakenly bit my lip when I was chewing gum,” she lied.

“Oh…” He raised a brow,not believing that lie.

Who gets a bite below their lower lip just from chewing gum?

But he acted like he bought the lie though. He nodded, staring at her through his lashes.

“Last night, why were you so scared when you returned?” He asked.

“Oh…last night I was….” She dragged the statement. “I witnessed a hit and run accident close to the carnival grounds, and I was so panicky.” She lied roughly again.

Dorian lifted his brow for the second time, detecting another lie.

She has a tell for lies. When she lies, her left shoulder moves slightly like it it’s doing now.

“And you’re fine now?” He asked, wanting to touch her hair.

She moved back again.

“Yeah I’m…I’m good. I was even active in class earlier,” she smiled.

Dorian paused, then nodded. “The kiss last night…..”

“I know you did it to calm me, I won’t accuse you,” she interrupted.

“Stacy!” Kehlani’s voice entered that hall, and she rubbed her palm on her black bum shorts awkwardly.

“I gotta to,” she shot him another awkward smile before rushing off.

Dorian stood on that ground for what looks like forever, fists folded.

He didn’t unfold them till his phone bleeped, and he retrieved it.

He ordered his guards to do a follow-up on Stacy’s whereabouts last night, and now they’re reporting.

• She drove out of The Streets. No cameras in The Streets so we don’t know what she went there to do, but it’s certain she drove out of there.

Dorian’s eyes stayed glued to the screen, rereading.

The Streets — No Sleep Garage.

She definitely went to Cove.

She went to Cove.

She went there for what??? Why was she so darn scared?

What did Cove do to her?

Wait… The bite mark on her lip.

She didn’t bite herself when she was chewing gum. He’s not that daft.

Also, he knows Stacy isn’t a fan of bubble gum or stuffs.

So… someone forcefully kissed her? Someone forcefully kissed the lips he has been fantasizing about kissing again and again?

Who?

His eyes left the phone screen. He looked up, his hand balling again.

It better not be what he’s thinking.

He checked the computer science timetable, seeing they still have an ongoing class.

He can’t see Cove right now.

He went to his private top lounge.

Two minutes later, Angela got out of the place she has been hiding.

She wasn’t fast enough, so when Stacy came out of the office earlier, she had to scurry into a corner to hide for secrecy purpose.

But she got the full video. She’d just have to cut out the part where Stacy broke the kiss herself.

But the remaining parts? Dorian will have a good time watching.

Especially the B@@b-grabbing part.

Angela giggled, sliding out of that hall, but at the end, she stepped back

Remo entered, smiling creepily. All his ten fingers are bandaged on the knuckles despite the fact that he’s not wounded on any of them.

“Remo Lane,” Angela stopped moving back, and he nodded.

“Of course you know me. Not knowing me would be a death wish. I’m guessing you did a background check on every student of this campus cos you wanna know the kind of people your Dorian is mingling with everyday. Aw, such dedication.” Remo pouted.

“My Dorian?” Angela frowned.

“Isn’t it?” Remo’s pout disappeared. “I’m insane enough to sense it. I went online last night to rewatch his fan sign event videos, and you can’t even hide your desire. If any girl touches him too much, you frown. If he smiles too much at any girl, you glare. Granny, do you want the dîvk of Dorian so bad?”

“You obnoxious jerk!” Angela raised her hand.

“Angela Degraw—the top manager of Dorian Wesley of Nyte Labels, slapped Remo Lane—only son of Minister Lane, in an attempt to cover up her desire for Dorian’s cóck. I promise you that’d be the headline tomorrow on every news if that palm touches me,” Remo muttered, leaning on the wall slowly.

Angela’s hand dropped.

“Yeah you’re Kaylee’s friend, but even her influence won’t be able to save you from me. How would she wanna save you when she finds out you’re a pedophilic idiot who has the hots for her son? She’d rather butcher you.” Remo grinned, waving his fingers.

His short nails are painted yellow and blue today.

“I’ll make sure I ruin you so bad you won’t be able to chose between life and death.” He continued.

“What do you want from me!” Angela moved closer.

Remo smiled, pushing his frame off the wall. “Now you’re spitting blood, incredible. See, the thing is….” He sighed again. “I wanna fûck Kaylee.”

Angela gasped. “You’re the one who has been sending her sëxual texts?”

“Sounds like it,” Remo purred.

“How did you even get her exclusive number!”

“Cos I’m Remo Lane?” Remo laughed tipsily. “My sources are none of your business. I wanna fûck her deepest pvssy, and you’re going to make it happen. Here, type your number,” he pointed his phone at her.

Angela took it slowly, typing her number slowly too.

“You better pick up anytime i call. Tell her about me, Remo the gigolo, even the ghosts of this city know me cos… I’ve Fuçked a dead woman before—her son wanted me to, and I gave her the best sèx in death!” he laughed, pushing her out of the way.

His laughter was echoing hauntingly till he was out of that hall.

Angela staggered, leaning on the wall and swallowing again.

What mess has she soaked herself in?

Meanwhile, Cove is still inside the office, sitting on the desk.

He has gathered every piece of bead that fell from her shredded waist chain, and now as he sat on the desk, the beads are in his palm, and he’s staring with thrilled eyes.

Oh…. correction, he didn’t mean to cut the bead cos…well, he likes waist chains too. In fact, the eight on her waist aren’t enough.

He wants it to start from like fifteen upwards, and he likes N?pplë piercing too which he was disappointed she didn’t have when he touched her flesh earlier.

He rolled the beads on his palm till he could count how many they are.

It’s 120 beads. How full.

Are the remaining 7 chains on her waist also 120 per each too?

He’d have to find out.

He poured the beads in his jacket pocket and picked a paper from the lecturer’s desk.

He got a matchbox out of his trousers and stuck one, birthing flames.

The paper caught fire, and as it burned, his dying thrill resurfaced, and he nearly came.

How beautiful.

He sweated as the fire brightened his face, but he likes the sweat too.

The funniest part is that no matter how much he burns things, his palms temperature remains so d@mn cold he sometimes wonder if it’s a part of his body. Is it like an anomaly?

He likes it too.

The paper burned to ashes, and the ashes shook to the floor in slices.

Now this is how they’re all gonna go—everyone who made him this way.

But he’s gonna add a icing on top cos after he burns them down, he’s gonna mix codeine with their ashes and then sniff it everyday.

Hiding time isn’t over yet—it’s far from over, especially now that he found an excuse to continue hiding.

Not entirely an excuse. A person.

The most pathological liar existing..

Her.

Her is Dollface.

And soon, a war will start.

He dropped down from the desk, adjusting his sound processors well behind his ears.

They can’t fall no matter the shift he undergoes now. He has changed and reattached them.

These new ones are waterproof which he doesn’t have to take off in the bathroom.

He opened the door to get out of the office, and he met the lecturer there.

The lecturer gasped, then he shifted back quickly, scared.

Since the issue about the fired lecturer, everyone has been staying off his lane, and he understands.

They’re so cute.

Stacy’s blood on his lips is now dry, and he was blank like a void as he walked past the lecturer.

The lecturer even bowed till he was out of sight completely.

—

[Phycology Major]

Scott is in need of water, again.

Throughout the first class, he was restless, and now that the class is over, he can’t wait to get to the footies bathroom and take a bath.

His mum died this month several years ago, so throughout this month, he’s gonna be slightly sick.

He’s gonna isolate himself with every chance he gets.

His mum suffered till she died, but people don’t know that.

Everyone says she was lucky to be the wife of the great Silas Young—they envied her, and when she tried to kill Silas, they h@tëd her, called her names, bashed her.

When she was thrown into the psych hospital and killed herself by hanging, people said she deserved it.

People are cruel, and Scott has seen so many instances to prove that.

His mum was a Thai woman from Thailand. His dad Silas is Korean.

Both Asians.

They met in the same continent then came here in Bel-Air to settle down, but that’s what everyone knows.

No one knows beyond.

Scott dropped his bag in front of the bathroom on the bare floor.

He barged into the bathroom and was patient enough to take off his clothes, but not patient enough to take off his underwear.

He stepped under the shower like that, and the water calmed him, but not for long.

Three minutes was all it took for everything to change.

The locked bathroom door suddenly opened from outside, and just when Scott was trying to sweep his hair away from his face, someone entered, squeezed his arms together and cuffed the wrists and ankles.

Scott fell on his butt, the shower acting emotionless.

It’s still sprinkling on him.

Kane’s deranged smiley face swirled above him, and he gasped.

“That the hell do you think you’re doing!!!”

“You asked for my worse, and I’m just gonna give it to you, right here and now. Careful what you wish for,” Kane squatted.

Scott was shaky as he looked at the handcuffs on his wrists and ankles. How Kane was able to snap them on him that fast, he doesn’t know.

“Stop….it’s not funny!” He looked up.

“It’s not supposed to be funny,” Kane went serious, getting a shaving gel and plaster out of his pocket.

Scott’s eyes popped.

Kane pressed nearly all the gel in his palm, then he began applying it on Scott’s hairy legs.

“No… Stop it!” Scott shook his head. “I don’t wanna be hairless stop it! Stop it right now! Kane I’m warning you!”

Kane doesn’t look like he’s hearing a thing, cos in the next minute, he plastered Scott’s skin with the gel.

Then…he looked at him.

“Look at you, so docile, so pliant, so cute at my mercy. Should I just fûck you instead?” He nodded.

“Kane…..” Scott shook his head again. “I’m gonna go shave my legs after I leave campus today I prom—”

“I disagree!” Kane snapped, peeling off one of the plasters.

Pain. Sting.

The two spread cruelly across Scott’s system as a yelp tore off his throat, shaking the bathroom.

His whole mouth was open, his fingers shaking, like that leg has been amputated.

He screamed again.

When Kane peeled off the second plaster, Scott was crying…

“I’m so sorry for not shaving my legs! I won’t do it again! Please don’t hit me with that! Please don’t do that!”

Kane’s hand stopped moving immediately, eyes shooting up.

Scott’s eyes are closed, and despite the heavy flow of water hitting him from the shower, he could still make out the line of his tears.

He’s crying so much as if Kane is doing more than just plaster and gel.

And his words…

Please don’t hit me?

He’s not even hitting him.

Even as Kane stopped removing the plasters, Scott is still crying, begging not to be hit, saying he won’t do it again.

Also, his eyes are still closed.

“Scott!” Kane touch his face.

He didn’t calm.

“Scott!” Kane repeated, bringing his face closer to Scott’s.

He kissed his freckles, and Scott’s eyes flew open.

When Kane’s lips left his face, he blinked his teary eyes.

Realizing what’s going on, Scott gasped.

“I’ll go for a shave myself. Please…stop…” He muttered.

Kane inched closer, and Scott fearfully bent back, suspecting another wicked move, but he was shocked when Kane pulled him into a tight, pacifying hug.

“This isn’t part of your prank, is it?” Scott muttered.

Kane didn’t reply, he just hugged him still, and though Scott didn’t hug back, that’s not the point.

His wrists and ankles are still cuffed anyways.

He just wants to assure him he’s safe cos judging by the screams he made, he’s suffering from trauma.

Very obvious trauma.

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