Infatuation Of Darkness

Daemon H. Smith. 

Daemon Smith was a businessman with a long family line of riches. He married for money too and did not stop his extra marital affairs. Infact he was rumoured to have sugar babies as well. People often said that he abused his wife and harassed his staff, the later was true. 

This man who had haunted her dreams frequently. He was the one who had tried to sexually assault her and threatened her to downfall within moments if she told anyone anymore after the complaint to the HR. She left the company that very moment because she knew she could not go up against a business mogul like him.

Now she was standing in front of him, free when he was tied down to a chair and had tears in his eyes. The man who had groped her forcefully, promised her whispers of promotions when she didn't want them and cut her salary when she was barely surviving with the one she was already receiving. The cuts were so huge that she had to cut back on lunch and dinner. 

"Now," Angelo whispered in her ear, "Sooner and later everyone sits down to the banquet of consequences ." He said, "You didn't like it when he touched you, did you? He had no right over you, like man has on his wife." His whipering sent shivers down her spine. She could even feel herself being a little wet at the closeness, but how, in this kind of situation was the question. Alexis could not take her eyes off the man, her tormenter. If someone had asked her years ago, she would have killed him in a second. 

"You were not the only one, Alexis. He has even raped many, many who did not have the power to go against him, suicided or left the company but he did not care, he went on while his wife and kids waited back home for him to arrive." Handing her a gun, he kept his hand on hers, pointed the gun at the man who was crying now, begging for forgiveness.

"Shoot him, Alexis. Take your revenge." He was playing with her mind. Giving her the weapon but still controlling her hands, he clearly meant that she would always be in his control. 

She didn't know what it was, was it the power in his voice or the vengeance of her own mind but she saw herself begging him to leave her alone, crying to bed on an empty stomach when she was working well but wasn't being paid, laughed at by her colleagues who taunted her for being a whore and getting rejected by a family man. The very family man who couldn't keep his hands off her.

She took a firm hold, but angelo set the target. She shot and a tear left her eye, she shot another and a another tear leaked her eye again. The process continued till the magazine was empty yet she continued to shoot. When he took the gun away she turned around and in Angelo's arms crying and wailing, finally having peace.

He carried her out, like a bride and laid her down on the bed. Taking off his belt, jacket and shoes, he climbed up beisde her and held her while she cried. "There you go," he cooed softly into her hair, softly running his hands down her stomach. Lulling her to sleep. 

If life wasn't tough already, then now was a whole new level of it. She was sitting on her bed, half lying on it but buried deep inside the covers. She had killed someone, someone who she knew had a family but she was also aware of the facts that he was no good to them or to anybody.

But who was she to do anything about it anyway? That's why she had left the company and started fresh but fate had a different plan. She had killed him and now she had to live with it. 'I have to live with it.'

Angelo was snoring lightly, it could be missed if not paid attention to, but she did. After a little nap and now she was wide awake. Gently taking his arm off, she walked out of the room.

"Mistress?" Agatha greeted her from downstairs. "I didn't think you'd be up so early. A little snack?" She offered.

"No, I'm fine. Thank you." Descending the stairs, she took a seat on the couch of the living room, she looked up at the ceiling.

"Everything alright?" Agatha took a seat near her feet.

"I killed someone.." she spoke in a low and lazy tone. 

"I know," she acknowledged, "but what you did was right."

"How do you know that?" She mumbled, her eyes not leaving the ceiling.

"Because you killed someone who made people suffer. We are in a criminal household but lives are valued here too. No civilian is ever injured in fact, the one who messes with us is messed back with." Agatha took her foot in her hands and massaged it. "His wife was going to leave him and walk away with nothing but now she gets his properties and their children too. You did good Madam. You saved many coming."

Alexis never thought of that way, maybe because she did not know. She had killed her own demon, something not many people like her could do but she did. 

"Thank you, Agatha." She started to get up when Agatha interrupted her.

"Madam, give master a chance. Live it all a little and then decide what you want to do, but first at least see it all." The look in Agatha's eyes made her think about it. She did like the man begging for her forgiveness before killing him.

"I will think about it." Maybe I will.

She walked back to the room and laid back down with her back facing Angelo. She was almost asleep when Angelo pulled her back to him, hugging her close. 

"Where had you gone?"