Two Faced Lover - Episode 54

 

*** JULIAN'S POV

Holding my breath felt like an eternity. It was almost like in movies where everything happened in slow motion and everyone was glancing at each other to see what will happen next. I take a glance at Marie and Cameron, they were both snickering, clearly enjoying the karate happening live before them. I can't say I wasn't enjoying it either . Like hell I was. I look up at Skylar. Her face was flushed with fury. Her chest was heaving up and down. She was mad, livid. Fire burned in her eyes. I can now comprehend why Cameron is so smitten with her. She may look like a single delicate rose flower in the mist of thorns but when angered, her thorns sprouted right out. And right now, Natalie was at the receiving end of her thorns. My eyes drop to Natalie who's face was still planted in my cupcakes. I pout. My precious cupcakes. It has been destroyed by this b*tchs face. Oh well..

"Didn't you hear me you pink haired b*tch?!"

Skylar roars. Ohh.

"I said get the f*ck out of my sight before I drag you like a doormat!"

Natalie scrambles off the floor, glaring at Skylar, making no attempt to move.

"Oh you wanna play hard? I'll give you hard"

Skylar grabs her pink hair and drags her with it.. I mean literally

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. I mean she practically grabbed a fistful of her hair and dragged her out, Natalie's screams and yelps falling on deaf ears. The moment Natalie was on the porch, Skylar shut the door in her face. And I mean literally, like practically. She shut the door in her face. It even hit her nose I'm sure. I snicker. This has got to be the best live action movie I've ever watched. Remind me never to get her angry.

**** SKYLAR'S POV.

I collapse into the couch, grabbing a cupcake from a separate plate which thankfully, was still not destroyed by the pink haired witch's face. I push it all into my mouth, ignoring the full blown laughter around me. This isn't funny. In fact, I feel so hungry after my little encounter with the witch. It's like she sucked the energy out of me. I take another cupcake. And another and another. When I feel satisfied, I grab the jug of water and chug it down directly from the jug. Done, I place it down and turn to my dear husband who was still having the time of his life, laughing.

"You!" 

I get up and march towards him, jabbing his chest.

"Yes baby"

he sniffs through laughter.

"Do not baby me! You let her hug you! You let her touch you with those claws! You..."

My angry ranting is cut off when Cameron smashes his lips to mine.

"Hmmph!" 

I struggle against his hold, trying to push him away but his lips on mine was distracting me. Who am I kidding? Eventually I give up and return the kiss, kissing him hard with all sort of emotions attached. Anger, annoyance, jealousy, passion, love.. You name it.

"Oh my God get a room!"

We pull away, panting.

"Wow, I love it when you dominate me"

Cameron whispers, ignoring Julian.. I bite my lip. No blushing Skylar. No blushing.

"I'm mad at you Cam. You let her touch you"

"Oh princess"

he cups my cheeks and I turn sway with a huff.

"Do not princess me either" He sighs behind me.

"I didn't know you would get jealous. Believe me I feel nothing..."

"I believe you"

I cut him off, turning to face him again.

"It's just.."

I sigh, leaning in to him, wrapping my arms around his torso and looking up at him from where I'd planted my chin on his chest.

"She hurt you Cameron. I'm not jealous. I couldn't be jealous of a fake Barbie like her. I just hate her for hurting you. She didn't even look remorseful" 

I add. Cameron smiles tenderly.

"I don't need you to fight my battles princess. I can take care of myself. I could have taken care of Natalie"

"I know. I just wanted to get the feel of beating her."

He chuckles. "And how did you feel after beating her?"

He teases. I smirk.

"I felt like I had taken a sh*t after keeping it in for a long time. You know, like when you're in public and you suddenly feel like you wanna sh*t yet there's no toilet around and..."

Cameron bursts out laughing again, cutting me off

"I get your point princess. No need to go into details. My God, you're one crazy woman!" I roll my eyes. "But I love you. I love your craziness" he wipes a tear. He had laughed so much he was crying. I grin like a Cheshire cat "You do?"

"More than you could think of"

he kisses my forehead.

"And I love you Cameron."

"Oh my God!" 

A loud groan interrupts us.

"You guys, this is getting too soppy and mushy. Get a room, my ears have heard enough!"

I turn In Cameron's arms to face Julian. Marie was seated by him, blushing hard at our public display of affection. I had totally forgotten she was here.

"Shut up you idiot"

Cameron snaps at him.

"You know baby?"

He turns to me.

"What?"

"You should go out. Have fun. Here take my credit card"

he pulls a card from his wallet and hands it to me.

"You girls can do as much shopping as you want. Go to the movies, the salon, get a manicure and whatever you girls do to have fun"

"B..but Cameron"

this offer was too tempting.

"The cupcakes that were meant for our celebration has been destroyed. Julian and I would go pick up Sean and the three of us will go out to have some man time while you go and have your girl time"

"Man time? Sean is hardly a man" I raise an eyebrow and he shrugs

"Well I could teach him a few tricks"

"You wouldn't dare Cameron!"

I gasp.

"Relax princess. We'll be fine. Now you and Marie go have fun yeah?"

"Yes. Let's go!"

Marie grabs me and drags me away from my husband before I could protest.

"Bye Julian"

she kisses Julian on our way out and I blink In surprise.

"You're dating Julian?"

I finally ask when we settle in a cab and Marie gives the direction. She turns to me with a blush.

"Well.. No.. But I'm hoping we will. I'll tell you more when we arrive at the salon"

Hmm.. Julian and Marie huh?

****

Tracy sucked in a deep breath, licking her dry and chapped lips. She let out a groan, trying desperately to stretch her legs which had been in the same position for too long. But like it had been for the past two weeks, the only thing that echoed through the dark walls were the sounds of chains that were bound to her feet. She rolls over on the floor, the smell of dried urine hitting her nose immediately. She groans again, pulling and tugging at her hands which were bound by chains also. This had been her daily routine for two weeks now. Struggling with the chains around her arms and legs everyday yet all she got in return was the sounds of rustling old chains. Resigning to her fate, Tracy let out a choked sob. This wasn't what she had signed up for. They had caught her. That very day when they were assigning roles to each of the girls. The damn necklace. When they forced her to take it off, one of Park's men had destroyed the necklace, crushing it under their feet. She had almost gotten away when they spotted the tiny small red blinking light that had fallen out of the pendant. To say they were livid was an understatement. She didn't get the chance to say anything. She couldn't. Two men, the same men who had found her in front of the mansion had dragged into the deeper parts of the mansion. Dungeons. Several dungeons where many other girls like her had been chained and kept. And with the two weeks that she'd stayed in this underground dungeon, she had watched. She had watched them chop off the fingers of any girl who had tried to lie or refused to speak up when asked a question. It was obvious that every single girl here had committed a crime according to Mr Park. Most of which were attempted escape. They had tried to escape and were caught. Others had refused to work in the strip clubs or offer their body to men. Others had refused to do drugs. And Tracy had watched every single one of them bleed. She had listened to their cries of agony as their fingers were being chopped off like meat ready to be sold at a cold store. Some who weren't so lucky had been murdered. Hanged to death. Right before her eyes. And right now, as she lay on the floor, there was a girl barely nineteen or twenty years of age hanging from the ceiling of the dungeon. She was killed two days ago and she was still hanging there. The smell of decaying flesh was beginning to fill her nostrils. She felt sick just thinking about it. The body was decaying and she was in the same room with it watching it rot, watching the nails fall off one by one, watching flies begin to hover around it. She blinks, licking her lips again. She was hungry and thirsty too. If only. If only. Tracy snapped her head up at the sounds of keys jiggling. Soon, the metal door to the dungeon was pushed open. She was expecting a plate of measly looking food and a cup of water to be pushed towards her because they always fed her every three days. And it had been three days since she last ate. Tracy sat up, eager to get some water into her system but instead a slightly potbellied dark and tall man strolled casually into the room. He looked up at the dangling body and grinned. Tracy cringes instantly. He must be the infamous Mr Park. Finally she had come face to face with him but unfortunately she was going to die right here. The man looks down at her and points to the dangling body. "Enjoying your companion huh?" She doesn't reply.

"Hmm Bridget.. Bridget, is that even your real name?"

He mutters to himself and furrows his eyebrows as if in deep thoughts but then smiles a second later with a shrug.

"Oh well, it doesn't matter now. My boys have told me you've been very disrespectful. They also told me you refused to tell them who you really are and who sent you that's why I came here and decided to have a nice little chat with my Blondie. I'm so generous don't you think?"

He flashes her another grin.

"Well.. Have you ever been told that I like cutting off fingers a lot?"

Park questions, pulling a small knife from his breast pocket. Tracy gasps, fear gripping her. No, no, no.. Not her too.

"Ah, I'm sure you've seen my men chopping off fingers here a lot. You see, I'm not a monster. No.

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. I just... I just love to hear their screams when I chop off their fingers. It gives me indescribable pleasure. Moreover, I enjoy it more when I hear the sounds of bones breaking and flesh tearing... So.... Blondie, I'm gonna ask you questions and you're gonna answer me like the pretty little thing you are hmm?"

Tracy was already crying. She wasn't going to survive this. She could see her life flashing before her eyes and it scared her. More than anything ever had.

"Tsk tsk tsk, don't cry my little Blondie. Haven't you been told I hate tears? Makes me wanna pluck out your eyeballs"

Parks voice was cool, calm and collected yet the venom behind it was dangerous than a pythons.

"So, to my first question, who sent you here? And remember, every time you lie to me or refuse to answer me, pshh! One of your fingers will come off with one slice of my beautiful beautiful knife here. Now, I ask again Blondie, who sent you here?"