Chapter 46
1088words
"And remember if I catch you lying then-" He started, but I cut him off rolling my eyes annoyed.
"You'll kill all my loved ones yeah yeah. Can we just start?" I said impatient.
He chuckles. "We are already finishing each other's sentences."
I silently glowered at him ready to claw his eyes out.
He puts his hands up shielding himself from my wrath and starts. "Did you ever fall in love before?" He asked seriously as he rested his chin on his palm.
I blinked profusely; taken aback by his question. "No?"
"Why did it come out like a question?" He glares at me suspiciously.
"Because you caught me off guard with that question!" I yelled defending myself.
"Fine." He grumbled when he saw no trace of a lie on my face. "Your turn." He beckoned.
I rubbed my chin in deep thought. "What's the 'Chess player'?" I asked, recalling the night when James called him that. Now that I think about it Mark called James 'Oiran'?
Mark grins eerily. "You remembered. That's my killer name, code, however you want to call that. Basically I choose my victims depending if they match with the chess pieces, with the queen and king of the highest position."
My jaw dropped and I could feel my eyes bulging out of my skull. "You've killed 16 people?" I questioned in disbelieve.
He smirks. "Don't forget that there are white and black pieces, kitten." He reminded me.
That just heightens the shock value. "You've killed 32 people!?"
"More." He grins widens proudly of his deeds. "You always restart the game."
Flabbergasted I stared at this man in disgust. This man has killed over 32 people and he is proud of that shit as if he just proved to every men on earth that he has the biggest dick.
"You're terrible." I voiced.
He rolled his eyes, his smile broad. "I know~" He sang proudly. "Did someone ever grope you or touch you in any sexual way?
I gave him the you've-got-to-be-kidding-me-right? Look, but his eyes urged me to answer him. "What type of an interrogation is this? The how-was-April's-sexual-life?" I glared at him ridiculously.
"That's for me to decide, now answer." He asserted.
"No." I exasperated.
He nodded and hummed pleased.
"Why is James called Oiran?" I asked cautiously.
I shrunk away when Mark's eyes flashed with anger and his nostrils flared up as I mentioned James name. "Because he's a bitch." He spat in disgust. "Oiran is from Japanese origin and it means prostitute. That slut fucks his victims before killing them. For the people in the underworld he's more a succubus, but he calls himself Oiran because he sees himself of a "higher" esteem."
Yeah that's James alright. I had to hold back a fit of laughter and a sigh of relieve to hear that James haven't changed when it came to his sex drive. He at least didn't lie about one thing when he was still my friend.
"How is your ankle?" A soft voice that was coated in worry and care, pulling on to my heartstrings, brought me back from my thoughts.
'Now that you say…'
I stared down at my feet and wiggled it around, tapped on the ground with it a few times and only winced when I added a lot of pressure on it. Perplexed by it my eyelashes fluttered. "It's pretty much healed now, but how? It was still painful yesterday…" I questioned as I laid my eyes back on Mark's face.
I squealed in surprise when Mark grabbed my feet and pulled me along with the stool effortlessly towards him. My feet now rested on his thighs as he messaged it with his big hands, engulfing my feet in them. "I guess me messaging your feet for hours while you were out did work, huh."
His rough thumbs were pressing in to the palm of my feet, kneading every inch of it. He would slightly rotate the feet, earning a satisfying pop from it. I had to hold back a moan at the way he worked with his hands. How can his hands that were covered in callous be so soft at the same time?
"Why aren't you moaning for me like you did in your sleep, kitten?" He slurred seductively, the dimples in his cheeks more prominent than ever.
My face turned scarlet red from embarrassment and I pulled my feet back swiftly. "It's my turn to ask a question, right?" My voice came out pinched.
He nodded for me to go ahead. I coughed to regain my posture and put back on my poker-face. "How did you come to love me? Not why but how." I narrowed my eyes at him.
No matter how much I think about it I just can't put a finger whether I had ever seen him before. I would recognize such a handsome face everywhere, but nothing rings a bell, leaving me with only more questions. Question that may could be answered if he tells me how he came to love me.
He scratches the back of his head awkwardly while glancing my way warily. "You may not like the answer that I am about give you." He asserted.
"Just answer it." I demanded impatient. I kept on a dull expression, but my heart was hammering against my chest like crazy. I was so nervous that sweat was about to break out of my pores. Hopefully it wasn't noticeable but I was shaking like a leaf.
His answer can't be that bad right?
Mark opened his mouth to say something, but clamped it shut. His eyes casted on the ground, worried lines marring his forehead as he was in a pensive thought wondering if he really should tell me.
"Look, I have worst things being told to me, including finding out that you were my stalker. I am sure that I can handle whatever you're about to throw at me." I assured him, but I said it more to calm my inner self down.
He looked at me quietly and nodded resolute. "Fine." He answered. He opened his mouth and words started to flow out of his lips. Words that stilled my heartbeat, that broke my brain circuit from working; words that made me wish that I hadn't asked him that question.
"You were going to be my victim, the black queen."
