Sweet Sin - S01 E120

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Sweet Sin - S01 E120

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 120

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Another clash of thunder boomed mightily in the skies, slicing lightning across the dark clouds and casting a brief—almost mysterious glow on the Oddsion.

Migos’s body stayed down, dead with the empty chest. His heart stayed clutched in the middle of Tobias’s hand, and his eyes stared down at the body with no sympathy or empathy.

He even looks like he wants to disembowel him too cast his carcass to the skies for the bird and scatter his fresh flesh for Grimm.

The rain even girl heavier, thrumming against the polished ground and sending splashes up.

The maids who’re in the Oddsion are all staring out through the hidden windows of the top floor. Two of them passed out on the floor already, spooked and freaked by the scene they had witnessed.

The rest of them watched with shaking bodies, clashing teeth, and dried throat. Their mop sticks and cleaning napkins turned hot in their sweaty palms, and they just knew they have entered something risky.

It’s not every night you get to see a man dig out another man’s heart with his barehand.

Tobias threw the heart on the ground, and Grimm appeared from nowhere, taking it, to it’s mouth.

As the dog chewed, Estelle held her chest. She couldn’t stop the vomit from forming. It rushed out.

Jude crouched beside her, and as she vomited, he rubbed her back.

“You’ll get used to it. I vomited during my first experience too.”

“Burn his body, and pour his ashes into a bowl of acid.” Tobias said, voice a calm rumble.

“I got it, Wrath.” Yalda nodded.

Tobias returned inside, and the gathering of Odds finally moved, closer to the body on the ground.

“I always knew it was more than just dedication. I knew he was gay.”

“Shit, tell me a more horrible death than this, there’s none.”

“He’s so fuckin unfortunate.”

“I bet he’s laughing in hell right now for getting killed by the man he loved, crazy thing.”

Yalda squatted beside the body, sighing. She touched his blood with her middle finger, then brought it to her lips to lick.

Every other Odd did the same.

They crouched, and had a lick of his blood before the body was carried away to the incineration room.

“I didn’t expect Firstie to kill him like this though, considering the fact that he was the closest to him.”

“Wrath tried to warn Migos too many times, Jude.” Yalda faced him. “Even before we reappeared in this city, Wrath has always been warning and warning and fuckin warning about Migos’s obsession, but he was an asshole who’d never hear!”

“Firstie knew about his obsession?” Jude frowned surprisingly.

“He’s not blind, Jude,” Yalda rolled eyes. “At first, he was being too appreciative to Wrath, and I thought it was a brotherly shit, but yesterday during the call with Wrath in the yacht, I saw him…” She demonstrated. “In his room, he was giving himself a hand job while listening to Tobias’s voice.”

“What!” Jude gasped.

“So I followed him secretly and kept an eye on Seraphina too, as if I knew he’d try to lie on her.” Yalda said.

“That’s fucked up,” Jude sighed.

“At least, he got to meet his replacement before he died…” Yalda looked at him meaningfully.

Jude looked away.

“I feel a little bad for him though.”

“You’re human, Jude, so I feel you…” Yalda nodded.

“And there’ll be no funeral for him?” Estelle came closer.

“You heard when Wrath said he should be burned and tossed into the acid tank.” Yalda provided. “When we lost two of us in two different missions years ago, we mourned them for days, and Wrath made sure their families never suffered till now, but Migos? No. Migos crossed the line too much, and he doesn’t deserve it.”

“Oh…” Estelle swallowed.

“You better clean up your vomit, Estelle,” Yalda advised.

“Of course I will!” Estelle quickly nodded. “I know he hates dirt.”

“Cool, and you did well with police department bugging. Wrath won’t tell you that, but I’ll tell you for free.”

“Thank you, Yalda.” Estelle smiled.

Yalda returned inside her car and drove out.

Estelle looked at the ground that’s still slightly stained with blood.

“I badly hope I don’t fûck up one day, I don’t want to die by his hands.” She said fearfully.

Jude looked at her.

“You’re too desperate to fûck up, Estelle. You won’t.”

Estelle pulled out her dinging phone, and after the screen swipe, her eyes lit up differently.

It’s a credit alert.

She turned her phone screen to Jude dramatically.

“How many zeros, from who?” She asked, whispering.

“250k, from Wrath Savings?” Jude read out easily.

“Wait…I just planted evidence at the station, and I get 250? What the fûck!” She shouted, excited.

“Top Odds like Yalda get times five or six of that for a single mission, Estelle.” Jude said. “Just be good, and you’ll get paid good, too.”

“This is exactly where I wanna be!” Estelle shouted, crying. “I swear I haven’t had 100k at once in my account before. I’m so fuckin…”

“Yeah, have fun till the next mission,” Jude smiled and left.

“Yes!!” Estelle jumped again.

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The cleaning maids had to face the wall when Tobias was walking past with the rainwater dripping off him. Some of them pretended to be cleaning the places they’ve already cleaned multiple times, and some of them cleaned the floor after him as he took each slow step.

They lost sight of him when he entered his floor, using the rotating lift which spat him out on top.

He used the door blow-dryer, getting dry before entering his room. He stripped down and entered his king-size bathroom, getting under the already running shower.

There, he drowned himself in the rumination sea, swaying with the currents as the shower bathed him.

He scrubbed with the soft sponge, but the softness felt nonexistent tonight as he was scrubbing too hard, his skin reddened, even every part of the face switched shades from porcelain white to red like tomatoes.

Also, the water isn’t cold. It’s in-between warm and hot, burning his skin and hurting him.

He only scrubbed harder, thinking back to when he saw the video Migos showed him, and how he lost his mind but had to pretend he was ok by returning the phone to Migos.

Then she appeared, carrying that neck that has been kissed by Vince, and his head shattered.

Every humane feel in him disappeared, and he not only wanted to kill Vince and eat his flesh, but he wanted to take her far away and lock her up with himself in an eternal bathroom where he’d wash her neck till the kiss flooded off her skin.

He talked to her without his feelings, and she returned it in the same vein, then he made the mistake of pulling that damn trigger on her, again.

First time he pulled the trigger on her was at his Rectory when she analyzed him after she treated his gunshot wound, and he had sworn with his every being that he’d never try it again, but he did anyways.

He pulled the trigger on her again.

And she left in the rain. She was wet, too. He let the rain drench her.

What if she gets cold?

What if she gets infection from the rainwater?

What if she gets feverish?

He pressed the sponge harder to his skin, scrubbing, washing like he’s going to peel off that skin.

At a point, he switched to scrubbing his hand. That hand that pulled the trigger at her, that damn right hand.

He scrubbed till he bled on the knuckles, but he didn’t stop.

His knuckles peeled more.

More blood. More lather.

He dropped the sponge after he nearly peeled off half his knuckles.

He raised the hands to his hair, sweeping the wet threads back as he shot his face up to the shower head.

What the fûck is happening to him?

Why the hell is he feeling this ache? This pain? This way?

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