Chapter 2: The Prey
"Ana, the guy you kissed, he looks familiar. Have you dated him before?" one of her friends asked. She tilted her head then shook it.
"Na. I don't think so. But, yeah, he does seem familiar," Ana replied as she pulled the hem of her tight dress down as it slightly rolled up after all the dancing and flirting. When she wasn't looking, both of her "friends" rolled their eyes.
"Are you ready to go?" Ana then asked the two, who answered yes almost in unison.
Mevious' eyes followed them as they went out of the club. It was already half-past two in the morning. He nodded at the bartender, waiting for his green light. So, he followed them outside.
"Fuck!" Ana exclaimed as a gust of cold wind blew. Immediately, the ladies embraced themselves as they stepped out of the club to the parking lot.
"Hey, miss! Wait!"
They turned around and see the bartender running towards them. Ana adjusted her fur coat as her friends went inside to escape from the bitter cold. The bartender was panting when he finally reached them.
"Yes, handsome? What can I do for you?" Ana asked.
"Uhm... not for me. For someone you owe," he replied, handing her a folded piece of paper. Her hands shiver when she read what's on the note.
Ana let out a burst of hollow laughter. "Handsome, can we talk inside?" she said before turning to her friends. "Hey, can you give me a sec?" Both ladies nodded their heads then Ana asked the bartender to follow her to the side of the building where a few people were smoking and chatting.
"Who gave you this?" she hissed but he didn't answer. "Hey, this is not a joke! Who gave you this?"
"Be careful, miss. Do what he says or else... your fate will be similar to that," the bartender said calmly. "The choice is yours and your destiny depends on your choice."
Ana could sense that he wasn't kidding her. Fear began to overwhelm her. "Can... can I think about it first? You know, this is not a joke...," she begged.
He chuckled. "As if you're in the position to choose otherwise," he mocked. She swallowed hard, tasting the acrimony of the situation she's in. Her chest tightened as she tried to calm herself, pulling it together not to cry.
"What's up?" one of the ladies asked Ana when they noticed her being distraught after talking to the bartender. They knew that something wasn't right. No matter how they hated her slutty behavior, they were genuinely concerned.
"Nothing. Let's go," Ana replied then focused on the road. Ana tried to amuse herself by the trees along the hazy serpentine road covered in snow as they glistened at the car beams. As a woman coming from the tropics, she wasn't used to seeing snow. It always fascinated her. Her friends pressed for answers but she either ignored her friends' queries or pretended not to hear anything. So, neither of her friends spoke until they reached their cabin, which was a mile away from Ana's.
"See you tomorrow, bitches," Ana said jovially, masking her anxiety.
"Yeah. Drive safely," they replied, waving at her as she drove away.
"That's odd," one of them commented.
"I think... she's really in big trouble now," the other replied.
"Well, I knew this is coming," the lady commented as she inserted the key and opened the door for her friend.
"What do you mean?" the other asked, tossing her coat on the sofa as she kicked her shoes off.
"You know. She's a bit a slut... just like her mom. She loves playing with men. She just loves being surrounded by machos, fucking them, or being fucked by them. What would you expect from that? I kinda knew that one of these days, someone's gonna use her or get control over her," she explained.
"That's what you get when you crave too much attention," the other commented sadly. They both sighed as they headed to their bedrooms.
Meanwhile, Ana was agitated as she drove back to her cabin. She was very scared. She tried to ring her mom, but she wasn't answering the phone. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she screamed, banging the wheel relentlessly. "How did he know about our secret plan? Fuck you, Richard!" The thought that her boyfriend might be involved was painful.
The note kept bugging her until she arrived home. She went straight to her room after locking the door and prepared a hot bath to calm her nerves. She was in the middle of undressing herself when she heard a knock on her door. Fear crept in her spine. She was confused. The knock became louder. With all the lights turned off but her bedside dim lamp, she was confident that no one on the outside could think that someone was home, so she pretended not to hear the banging on her door. Instead, she carefully rolled her dress down her feet and dipped quietly into the tub. Then, after a minute or so, the knocks stopped. She felt relief.
"Now, Ana, you have to think," she told herself. "How can you get away from here and confront Richard about how the hell did the plan come to life?"
She was scrubbing her body slathered in essential oils when something popped into her mind, causing her to stop the luffa on her chest. "Could it be that he is the prince?!" she gasped, taking in the horror of her idea. "No way! Fuck, no!"
Having that in mind, she jumped off the tub and quickly rinsed her body. When she got out of the bathroom, her scream pierced the quiet dawn. Lying on her bed was the lifeless body of her boyfriend Richard. Multiple stab wounds were all over his body and his throat was slitted, allowing his stale blood to soak her bed. His wide-open eyes were staring at her like a dead night. Despite the dim light, that grotesque scene was vivid. She went hysterical.
"Shhhh! Look at what you've done... and that's gonna be your fate if you disobey my orders," Mevious said with a malicious smile when he appeared behind the curtain.
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