246. Olivia - Azael III

Azael slides me a cup of coffee across the desk. I was never a huge fan of caffeine, but the past two days have been an absolute nightmare. Well, not really, but being locked in the cell with **919** was enough to drive me insane. All he does is work out and plan how to kill Azael. And he is not subtle about it, either. He almost got us into trouble a few times.

I hate to admit it, but I do agree with Azael. **919** does need to blow off some steam, and I'm not referring to him flexing his muscles while he does push-ups but about emptying his balls. I suggested to him a few times to jerk off in the bathroom, but he gave me funny looks, making me wonder if he ever had sex. Or if he even knows how to touch himself. If not for him going absolutely batshit crazy if I were to touch him, I might have volunteered to show him how to do it. Hell, I would have jerked him off myself. Then, he could focus on our task and not lose more time.

Wrapping my fingers around the warm cup, I say, "Thank you," in a gentle voice.

From behind his strange mask, Azael observes me. Why does he bother hiding his face when very few survive an encounter with him? "You still haven't fucked 919."

Is he keeping tabs on what I'm doing? "**919** wants me to seduce him first. But I'm getting there. Meanwhile, you can let me see Mose."

"He is well."

"Forgive me if I don't believe you. I trust only what my eyes see."

chuckles. "I've never met a woman so direct

point in my life, I have nothing to lose. So,

still ended up being a coward. But you, on the other hand, don't fear anything." I wouldn't say that. There are many things I'm scared of. But strangely, Azael is not one of them. All those drugs Carlos and Jason gave me must have affected my brain. Else I don't explain my attitude towards Azael. "I'm starting to think

Wait.

a good thing they married each other and didn't make life miserable for others. Except mine. I sniff the coffee, not trusting anything that is given to me here, especially if it's from Azael. His mind is so evil and twisted that he might not even be the villain of his story. Or whatever dark fairytale he's living in, because there's no way someone is capable of such atrocities of not living in some

choose between his children. His job as a parent is to love all his children equally." In an ideal world, it would

resent him

think he is

donor. For a dead man. My father

from his coffee. "The last time you were here, you spent most of the time crying. It's a surprise to see you so calm

just lost my best friend, and my then boyfriend thought I

taken away from me." Why don't you die already? Those whom I loved the most hate me the most.

you. I watched how you endured years of abuse to keep those three men safe. You gave up on your life for them, destroying yourself in the process. Why when you

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