The massacre by the main master - Marvin Davidson, was earth shaking. And as a result, after her vengeance, all the security guards were removed as a precaution. Complete lock-down was enforced, and all the safety measures of the ‘Council of the Devil’ went a thorough check, so much so that, even to get close to the place, Marvin had to be updated.

She had set up surveillance in his own room, which she himself monitored. She killed off anyone and everyone who seemed to even show a slight sign of hesitation or betrayal. Along with it, she also made sure to thoroughly get a background check on all the slaves to rose higher up in the hierarchy.

One of them was her lover. He was in his twenties as far as news goes. He was among the slaves that rose to the top, after setting her up in the trap. What happened to him? No one knows for sure, but there are rumors that he was tortured and each part of his body was smeared apart.

If before Marvin was a psychopath, then now… he was more of a demon… an all out psychopath demon. To get on his bad side, was a mistake- no rather a sin to commit, and I was in the mood to make one.

“Do you smoke?”

With a twerp on my mouth, I shook my head sideways, looking at the handsome man, who was unable to keep his eyes open anymore. I could see a visible frown on her eyes while her gaze lingered outside of the cab window.

“I should quit,” he muttered. “I keep saying I’m going to, but I haven’t even tried.”

“It’s a bad habit. Luckily, its the one I’ve never had to deal with. Oh right, how old are you, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Twenty one.”

“You’re still young. You have plenty of time to quit.”

I moved myself closer to him, just to not appear unapproachable.

“You’re quite tall. Are you perhaps a model or something? Maybe a swimmer for that matter?”

He smiled, but the frown quickly took over his handsome face as he sighed.

“I used to be an athlete in my teens. But I‌ didn’t go anywhere to participate. Maybe because I was too distracted by other things. And hence, never got a chance to take it up seriously.”

“By other things, you mean…”

“Yeah. Stupid things.”

“Well, it’s not too late for that either, you know.”

He remained silent. And I could his shoulders relaxing a bit, as he leaned closer to the door, while continuing to stare outside scenery of buildings. Even though I am quite proficient in small conversations, I despised it. Well why not… I always knew everything about the other person, so it was quite meaningless for me. And hence, there were little things that could spark my interest. The enticement… the haunting… the games of chaos - as I‌ like to call them.

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Time passed on, and so did the traffic. We were only able to crawl along our destination, but I had the patience so it was no big deal for me. I did not forget to take out my cell phone, and pretended my disinterest. It was just a precaution in case the driver remembered any of us. The driver wouldn’t remember me having an interest in him, or so I planned.

I maybe not a charming lady, but I‌ was not unlikable either. If I were to be honest, then I would say that I am slightly above the common beauty standards. My figure and build, were the factors that took my standing even higher, and of course I was more than satisfied with that.

But this time, my figure and build was not quite visible, because of the oversize suit that I draped over myself. If the driver would remember, then would remember me as an overweight, I‌ assume. And it was better for the driver to stay as further away from the truth as possible.

“Can I‌ ask you a question?”

Waiting for me to look over, she continued, “I’m sorry. I didn’t get your name. I’m Gary.”

This bastard - I almost burst out on him.

I clenched my teeth as he raised his hand outwards. I clenched not because I had to introduce myself, but because he state his name in high voice. It was quite an uncommon name for in this part of the city, and the driver, regardless of whether paid attention or not, would sure pick up on it… even if it was only subconsciously.

“Angela Shepherd.” A common name in these suburbs. One that didn’t even match my distinct body features.

“Nice to meet you, Angela. And were you serious when you said that it wasn’t too late for me to start becoming an athlete?‌ I mean do you really think I‌ stand a chance? I’m not really as fit as I used to be. Or as handsome for that matter. I just… huh… no one’s said that to me in a long time. You really surprised me by even suggesting me to carry on.”

I smirked on the corner of my lips.

“I think, that if you got your life together, then absolutely. And who know, you might even have a chance to become a model. You also have the looks for one. If it’s becoming an athlete… I can’t be of much help. But if it’s a model… well, thinks could get interesting. And looking at you, I guess you just have to give it your best. Just believe it here, and it will be done,” I said, placing my hand over my breast - my heart, I‌ mean.

I could see his eyes giving in, and he turned back towards the window to think for some time. It was quite a long silence, for he did not utter a single word.

When he finally turned to me again, tears were overflowing from his eyes.

“I’ve always wanted to become a model. But became an athlete was because I wan’t allowed to become an actor. I want it from the bottom of my heart, so the handwork and willingness required, is never going to be an issue.”

“Well, there is a saying that happiness is defined by your attire… by the riches you possess… or by the beauty you exhibit. But they are all lies.”

“Yes, sometimes, no amount of creativity or reality can remove the damage that’s been done. Do you perhaps know, how do you find joy in life when you don’t know what it is?”

His black dead eyes looked into mine, searching… or perhaps looking for the answer he required.

But it wasn’t supposed to be there. I didn’t expect him to be so deep, so in face, I did not know how to handle this situation.

“I’m sorry. I’m not normally so unspoken or sullen. It’s just that it’s recently been quite a bad last few years,” he said.

“It’s fine. I‌ think we all have to go through these kind of cyclones. Many of which are longer than the others, but we always have the possibility of bouncing back, right?”

I grinned as thought of his battered and bloody body eased into my imagination.

“No more worrying, Gary. Something tells me that your life is about change… Forever!”