The Scorned
Chapter 1: Perverse Rebirth
Not too far from where you had chosen to sit is a breathtaking beach, void of any people, but teaming with wildlife. Brown and yellow colored leaves beside you are easily kicked up by occasional gusts of wind, causing young trees nearby to sway back and forth. You shiver, hoping that your lover will arrive soon.
You had chosen a comfortable spot that was within walking distance of the nearest hospital, considering the tiring surgery you had recently. Brood Industries was quick to hand out new augmentations to workers who remain loyal to their company, even to those at the bottom of its hierarchy.
It has been about two hours since you arrived, and with each passing minute you find yourself growing increasingly nervous, and somewhat bored. You even try combating such boredom by counting puffy white and grey clouds that endlessly roll by, all in different shapes and sizes. In between each cloud is a thought that forms through the back of your mind. It first sprouts slowly, stemming from one negative idea to another.
"One, two..."
"What if he's found someone more interesting than me?"
You shiver once more, and close the grey jacket you initially opened to show off your body in a new and expensive dress. You end up looking towards the sky again, eyeing a particularly large cloud.
"Three, four..."
Another thought races to the front of your mind.
"Is he with her right now, that woman from earlier?"
You continue counting, only to distract yourself by acknowledging his actions weeks before.
He's had others around him during outings who overtly flirt with him without a care for your dying relationship, and to your surprise, he had taken no issue in flirting back. Sometimes, he'd do so by placing his hand on the bottom of a woman next to him. He would squeeze tightly enough so that you could see a physical reaction from the person at his side.
She loved the way his hands felt over her clothing, and continued on as if it were normal. The fat of her rear would be visible through his fingers, sometimes he would take it a step further and reach under her skirt, grabbing hold of her panties and yanking them down just enough for him push a finger or two into her warm twat.
Events like this frequently take place when he knows you are around, it is as if he acts this way only to spite you and chip away at your fragile person. You know he could have anyone he wants; being the CEO of Brood Ind. has its perks, which is why you still tolerate him.
"It shouldn't be taking him so long, why would he make me wait like this?"
Eventually you cave in, and call the man you where supposed to reconnect with hours ago.
"I need to know."
You whisper, while searching for his number using the new augmentation you had implanted. Just after you activate the device, you are startled by the projection just beyond your eyes. They take pride in putting their logo on every object the produce, including hardware still in alpha testing.
"Call..."
After you find his number, you wait for a few minutes, only to be bombarded with cacophonous noises. It starts with the muffled sound of people yelling, followed by bed springs.
"Perhaps he's resting."
You think to yourself.
It is extremely hard to tell with the overwhelming, yet slow music in the background, but for a brief moment, there is quiet, then the sounds of slow, yet heavy moaning.
In that moment you feel your softened heart beat strongly as you find it hard to swallow and keep down tears as you leak this terrible emotion in liquid form from your hazel eyes. It is incredibly difficult, but you manage to rise from your seat while clutching your temples in an attempt to suppress a growing headache.
The pain washes over you, battering your senses. You stagger a little, but manage to catch your balance on a nearby tree as the physical agony quickly subsides. After steeling yourself, you step forward to begin the depressing and lonely trek back home.
Instead of taking the paved pathway, you choose to walk along the lengthy and less traveled dirt road. It's extraordinarily peaceful air has the opposite effect, aiding your growing stress levels. With little to no noises or sights distracting you from your vicious thoughts, you find your mind weary, and your heart, painfully broken.
Like a shattered mirror you have lost your other half, and now you find it rather exhausting to self reflect without constantly thinking of the man who so easily took your love for granted. You cry freely most of the way back, drawing attention from a few concerned strangers.
Soon, you find yourself back home, still hoping that he has the decency to keep his midnight cravings out of your own bedroom. You then steady your nerves and calmly inhale as you raise your key to its lock.
Within seconds of moving, you hear someone familiar call out to you.
"Hey, are you alright there Agatha?"
Of course, you are startled, but you turn back to quickly respond while focusing on the door.
"Yes, I'm fine...thanks."
He chuckles softly, carrying a smooth and recognizably deep voice.
"I only ask because you seemed to be streaming tears from those lovely eyes. You have no reason to be so distant."
You relax a bit, this is a man you knew back before you moved for the sake of your lover, now ex-lover, but you keep your key in its same position, ready to run inside at any second.
"I've...had a long day, and it's only gotten worse, so I'd really like to call it a night and get some rest. I don't think things are going to get any easier for me."
Without a second thought, you turn the key and unlock the door to squeeze inside as sheepishly as possible, but as you do, your young acquaintance manages to grab a hold of your arm, and without applying too much force he regains your attention.
"It isn't hard to open up a bit, is it? Who would scar your heart in such a way, to where you can't talk to someone who cares for you?"
You have no problem recalling precious memories where the both of you took no issue in sharing small, yet lively conversations. He would also cut out small parts of his day to spend a few brief and memorable moments comforting you, and giving sound advice. You remember one particular night where he took you by the waist and pushed his body gently against yours.
In that moment, you remember feeling and passing along his affection through one kiss. His lips were soft against your own, and were gentle when you held yourself against him even tighter, wordlessly asking for more.
After you pulled away from those tempting lips, you found yourself locked in his strong embrace, and staring into his dark brown and beautifully alluring eyes. You almost begged for seconds, but you pushed back, exercising restraint.
You had a lover at the time, but you never forgot that feeling of total surrender, and that passionate need to be desired and seduced.
"Alright, I hope you have the time to spare, it'll be a long night."
He smiles, and laughs to himself.
"That's what I'm hoping for."
At this point, the clouds from before start to grow heavy with rain, and overwhelming thunder can be heard not too far off in the distance. You have more of a reason to let him inside now, wouldn't want him to walk home alone in this pouring rain.
You smile with him while opening the sturdy grey door to your home. After reaching inside and running your hand across the touch sensitive light switch, you feel an almost unbearable weight being lifted from your shoulders.
He is not here, and there seems to be almost no sign of him, or the woman he was with.
"So, where's your man, did he step out?"
You nod your head and sigh heavily.
"At least I can count on your company."
You say honestly, hoping to escalate the situation a bit further, and it does. One sentence had managed to push this man into your needy embrace, and without hesitation, you stand on both your toes in an effort to reach his height and press your lips against his as you did so long ago. You then pull back for a few delightful seconds, and await his response to your obvious invitation.
Once again, you find yourself deep within the ocean current that is his soul, adrift in an endless tide that only desires to pull you under and fill your lungs with love and undeniable passion. You relax, allowing him to slowly yet tenderly caress your shaking form.
"Are you still cold?"
He asks sincerely.
"Yeah, only a little, but something tells me that I'll be ok."
He then grabs hold of your hand, and guides you over to a white and gold trimmed couch at the center of the living room.
"Come over here, I think I have something that'll warm you right up."
You being caught at a venerable time, do so willingly, and after removing a few articles of clothing you plop yourself as close to your company as you can without becoming too awkward.
"It's been a while since I've been held like this. I missed the warmth of another and the way it feels to be held with nothing in our way. Just two people embracing and enjoying each other's bodies."
He tilts his head in your direction.
