I didn't talk to Damien at all yesterday, I never got to check up on him and see if the wound is okay. Living here, having too much empathy is something i'm going to have to lower but I can't help it, I did shoot him after all.
I pace back and forth past his bedroom door, this was a stupid idea. As i'm about to walk away Damien catches me. "What are you doing?"
I feel so embarrassed and suddenly my throat is dry. "I was just... checking on you." I admit.
Damien raises an eyebrow, "Checking up on me? A hint of disbelief in his tone. He looks me up and down. "Why?" His voice steady, but a hint of curiosity in them.
I feel my cheeks flush as I realise how ridiculous I probably look standing here awkwardly outside his hallway. "I shot you, and I guess I was wondering if the wound is doing okay." I mumble, avoiding eye contact at all costs.
He looks at me for a long moment, he's completely unreadable. I can feel his look burning into me. "You don't shoot someone then ask if they're okay." He murmurs, slight amusement in his voice.
Part of me feels embarrassed, maybe he's right. I'm just making an embarrassment out of myself and making myself look more weak. We're not friends, he kidnapped me and has done numerous of horrible things like taking lives right before my eyes. I shouldn't feel bad but unfortunately, I do. I cough, "I guess you're right."
As i'm walking away it doesn't feel right, I have to at least see his wound. "I'm sorry, but I feel too guilty." I walk towards him. "Can I see the wound?"
Damien rolls his eyes, not surprised. "Fine." He guides me into his bedroom, it's much cleaner than I expected, it's also quite dark.
"So.. Can I see?" I say to him as we're sitting on his bed. I feel nerves shoot up my body as I speak to him, I never know what his next move is. For all I know he could pull out a gun and get me next for what i've done.
He takes off his shirt and I instantly feel flustered, I wasn't expecting him to take off his shirt. "I.." I look at the wound and guilt washes over me. "Ouch." I mutter under my breath.
I stand up as he's still sitting on the bed. I can see the wound and it's clear he didn't even bother to take care of it, it's not snitched up at all and there's no patch on it, no wonder why there's been a blood stain on his shirts. "You're not taking care of it?" The most he did was take out the bullet.
Damien shrugs, unbothered by my concern. "It'll heal on its own."
I shake my head, feeling annoyed at his dismissive attitude towards his injury. "That's not how it works. You need to clean it at least, or it could get infected."
He looks at me with a smirk, seemingly amused by my fussing. "Are you worried about me, Cass?"
I am slightly but I won't let him know that, and it's just because i'm a caring person, not that I happen to care about him. "Don't call me that."
I let out a sigh, feeling like i'm going to regret helping him, even though it's something I wanted to do. "Where's your first aid kit?"
Damien tilts his head over to the shelf on the right side of his room and I instantly see it and go get it. What confuses me is if it was right there the entire time, why didn't he clean it himself?
Damien looks amused as I walk over to him with the first aid kit, "Well, look who's playing nurse now."
I ignore his sarcastic comment, moving closer to him and examining the injury in his shoulder. "You really didn't do anything for it, did you?" I ask, already knowing the answer.
He shrugs. "I took out the bullet, didn't I? That's something."
I roll my eyes, feeling a mixture of frustration and concern. "Taking out the bullet is only part of it. You should have cleaned the wound and stitched it up, or at least put a bandage on it."
Damien grins. "And miss out on your charming bedside manner? No way."
I can feel my annoyance growing as he continues to make fun of my concern. "Just shut up and hold still," I tell him, grabbing a cloth and some antiseptic.
I pour some antiseptic onto the cloth and begin cleaning the wound. Damien slightly winces as the antiseptic stings. "Careful there, Cass. You're not exactly gentle."
I glare at him, "Sorry, I didn't think you'd be such a baby about it."
He chuckles. "I can take pain, don't worry about that. It's just unexpected from you."
As I continue to clean the wound I can't help but to feel a wave of guilt. I inflicted this injury on him and now i'm taking care of it. It's a strange feeling, caring for someone when you're the one who caused the injury in the first place.
I continue to clean his injury, trying to ignore the tension in the air. The antiseptic stings his skin, but he doesn't flinch. Our eyes catch each others gazes for a moment, but I quickly look away.
Finally, I finish cleaning the wound to the best of my ability. I take a step back and look at my work. "There, all done." I say, my voice sounding a little shaky.
Damien looks at his shoulder, impressed. "Not bad Cass:"
I roll my eyes at the nickname. "Can you stop calling me that?" I grumble.
He grins. "Why? It's fun seeing you get riled up."
I fold my arms. "You're insufferable." I walk out of his room and close the door, begging for to walk into mine.
I walk into my bedroom only to see Tye waiting there for me.. a tad creepy. "Tye? What are you doing here?" I say quietly while closing my door so nobody sees us.
"I've been thinking about you all day." Tye begins kissing me and leaning me over to the bed.
Tye sits up and slowly pulls down my pants. I bite my lip, feeling the weight of guilt and confusion heavy on my shoulders. On one hand, Tye is distracting me from everything and I like that, but on the other my mind keeps going to how I know we shouldn't be doing this and if the wrong people found out, we'd have to pay the consequence of this.
I try to push away the thoughts of Damien but they linger in the back of my mind like a nagging voice.
Tyes lips meet mine again and he takes off my shirt, throwing it onto the floor. I get to ignore the guilt and worry gnawing at the back of my mind, focusing instead on the excitement and pleasure. Despite my fear, I find myself giving into this.
Tyes hands roam my body as he kisses me, his lips move down my neck. As he's about to unbuckle his pants the door slams open, causing my heart to stop.
My heart skips a beat as I see Damien standing by the doorframe. He looks furious, his eyes fixed on Tye and I with a mixture of anger and disbelief. Tye quickly jerks away from me as soon as he spots Damien. I can feel my face turning red and instantly pull up the blanket to cover myself.
"What the hell is going on here?" Damien growls, his voice low and sharp. He takes a step into the room, his eyes never leaving Tye and I.
Tye gulps, looking like a guilty child. "We were just... hanging out."
I mentally slap him across the face. Out of everything that's what he says? I'm pretty sure he can see we were doing more than that.
Damien scoffs. "Is that what you call it? You were about to go a lot further than just hanging out." My face is burning with embarrassment as Damien stares at us. I feel smaller than ever.
Tye looks like he wants to crawl into a hole and disappear. "We didn't mean to.. it just kind of happened." He lies.
"Just kind of happened?" Damien repeats. "You really expect me to believe that? You're both half naked. This wasn't some casual accident, your pants didn't unzip by themself." Tye doesn't say anything more, just staring at the ground in shame. I can feel my heart racing in my chest as I try to think of what to say. Damien looks over to me, "And you, what do you have to say for yourself? Darkness lingers in his eyes.
I open my mouth to speak but no words come out. I'm too embarrassed and shaken to form any words. Damien takes a step closer towards me, his eyes boring into mine. "Well? I'm waiting."
"I'm sorry." I manage to say, so quiet I question if I really said anything at all.
Damien raises a brow. "Sorry? That's it?" Damien's eyes turn cold, his expression hardening. "You really think a simple apology is going to cut it?" His voice becomes threatening and his stare dangerous. The fear in the air feels like the walls are going to implode on us and like we're waiting for everything to come crashing down.
Damiens gaze turns to Tye, causing Tye to instantly turn pale and terror take up his entire body. Damien walks towards him. "You shouldn't have messed around with something that belongs to me."
"I-I'm sorry." Tye cries out, tears dropping down his cheeks.
Damien nods and pauses for a second, then grabs a knife from his pocket and stab him in the neck. I instantly gasp and jump off the bed, not even caring that i'm half naked. Tyes body falls onto the floor, making a loud thud sound which causes me to flinch.
"Why did you do that?" I question as the tears fill my eyes. Is this my fault? I knew what we were doing was wrong and I did it anyway.
I look at his body, the colour draining from his skin and blood oozing out his neck onto my bedroom floor. Damien grabs my chin and forces me to look at him. "You were about to fuck one of my men? Someone who's been working for me for years?"
"Yes." I say with no hesitation, he knew and saw what was happening, he isn't dumb.
His grip on my chin tightens, it's starting to hurt as his fingers dig into my skin. "You really thought it was okay to do that?"
"I know it was wrong, I just.. I don't know."
Damien seems unimpressed. "You don't know why you did it? Come on, give me something better than that."
I struggle to find the right words, my brain feels like it's running on empty. If I say the wrong thing I could end up like Tye. "..I was lonely and Tye was there and it just happened."
Damien scoffs. "You were lonely? Or do you mean you were horny?"
I feel a wave of shame wash over me as Damien throws my excuses back in my face. "I...I don't know." I stutter, my voice shaking. I know my lies are unconvincing and stupid but part of it is true, I was lonely and he happened to be there, though it wasn't unexpected because of yesterday.
Damien means closer, his eyes looking into mine. "I think we both know why you really did what you did."
I try look away but am unable too due to his intense grip. "Say it, the truth." He orders.
I feel myself shrinking under his intense stare, feeling like a small animal trapped in a corner. "I was lonely." I repeat.
"Tell me why, tell me why you made one of my men betray me!" Damien roars, his patience clearly wearing thin.
"I was horny." I finally confess. I can feel my cheeks turning warm.
Damien's hand removes itself from my chin and slowly trails from my neck, to my chest, down my stomach, to my inner thigh. "Do you want me to help with that?"
Damien's hand slowly trails up and down my body. His touch is cold and calculated, sending shivers down my spine. I try to find my voice but it feels like it's stuck in my throat. "I..." I croak out, unable to form a sentence.
Damien's hand tightens on my thigh. "Do you want me to touch you?"
My body is trembling under his touch. I try to find the words to respond but all I can do is whimper. His smirk widens as he sees my reaction. "Is that a yes?" He asks, his fingers drawing smaller circles on my skin.
I nod. I hate myself for being so weak, but I can't deny the way his touch is making me feel.
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