A Liar and a Thief

The woman left as soon as she announced her message. Her face was still flushed when she did so and she ran out with both hands on her cheeks.

"Someone was looking for me," I repeated, and for a moment, I thought about it. Still, I couldn't remember having met anyone that would wish to meet me in this town. "Hey, Raya, do you know who it might be?"

"Umph," she bemoaned, but my hand was still in her mouth. Her lively tongue was dancing around, covering my fingers with her saliva, while her innocent-red lips caressed them.

I stroked her unveiled back, which had freed itself, after her dress inadvertently slipped down her spine. "Well, who cares." I placed my face on her defenseless butt, and like a sieve, I sunk in, my face instantly buried, her soft skin brushing against my nose, cheeks and lips. And I just could not stop myself from kissing, then biting it.

She trashed around, wriggling, her feet kicking the air, like she was swimming to land and I held her down. The grip of her mouth turned stronger, but not to the point it hurt.

As she struggled one more time, I threw her on the mattress, and pressed her down. My legs were bound with hers and I rested on her belly while her dress only covered her breasts at this point. I took my hand out her mouth, and a gooey, translucent line left with it. The hand trekked along her navel down to the pubic bone, drawing on the polished surface, a string of spit.

"This position reminds me of our reunion," I told her. "You remember don't you, the first day I arrived, when we were standing in front of the crowd and you were also pressed underneath me."

Her blue eyes looked at me, glistening like glass domes, and I ran my fingers through her short, black hair.

I moved closer, my face attracted to hers. Her chest rose, ready to burst. I felt her breath, hot bubbles of air, tickled my nose, which then reminded me of my own and I inhaled, a sweet lavender smell turning stronger and stronger as I moved even closer-, until ther was none as I held my bated breath.

"So," I muttered, "why don't we finish what we could not do before."

She bit her lips and stayed silent.

My nose touched her nose which then quivered lightly while her eyelashes fluttered quietly. Her mouth parted slowly and she closed her eyes, impatient for what would come. My lips went towards hers, almost touching, I could almost taste it—

"ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ, ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴅɪsɢᴜsᴛɪɴɢ."

I suddenly saw and felt, two arms hugging my waist and pulling me off of Raya. Agnes threw me on the ground and pulled at my cheeks while staring at me angrily.

"ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴅᴏ sᴜᴄʜ ʙʟᴀsᴘʜᴇᴍᴏᴜs ᴛʜɪɴɢs ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʙᴏᴅʏ?"

"Ouch, ouch," I slapped her arms away and told her, "I was just joking."

Raya, who felt a burden lifted from her (literally and metaphorically) rose from my bed with her face beet-red. Her eyes were wide open and she quickly pulled her dress down. She ran towards me and stared at me, a wrathful fire burning in each of her irises. "You!" She said and also pinched my cheeks apart.

"Geez, what's wrong with this family, what do you have against my face," I complained and grappled with her hands.

"Stop teasing me all the time," Raya yelled, her face pouting while her eyes moistened. She pressed me against the ground with her weight.

I smiled and told her, "how can I, when you look so great 'all the time?'" My resistance was slowly waning and I sensed the pressure overwhelming me.

"Stop lying," she shouted. "You simply wish to scare me away so you can be alon again, right?"

I replied, "I am not lying. Well, not right now."

She let go of me and I slumped to the ground. The girl turned away and said, "either way you won't get rid of me so fast," she then stared at me with unbound hatred, "not before I make you regret all you did to me." Afterwards, she left. "I am waiting outside."

After a short silence and Raya walked downstairs Agnes asked, "ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀғғᴇᴄᴛ ᴍʏ ʀᴇᴘᴜᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ?" She floated in front of me.

I shrugged my shoulders and replied, "you didn't seem to care about me ruining your relationship with the rest of your family."

"ᴛʜɪs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ." Her voice turned deeper, more threatening.

I stood up and straightened my dress, on it, there was a dusty imprint gifted by the dirty floor, "oh, do you mean how Raya is a special existence for you?"

"ɴᴏ, ɪᴛ ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ʜᴀᴅ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ. ᴛʜɪs, ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴀʀʙɪᴛʀᴀʀʏ. ᴜsᴇʟᴇss. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɪs ʙᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ ᴀ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴡʜᴇɴ sʜᴇ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ʜᴀs ɴᴏ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴏʙᴇʏ ᴜs?"

"Agnes dear, as much as I love turning her into a mindless slave, don't you think it would be too cruel for her?" I said and walked through the door.

"ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ᴀʀᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ?" She followed me. "ᴄᴏᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘᴜʟᴀᴛᴇ ɪs ᴀ sᴜʀᴇ sɪɴ sᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ᴛʜᴇ ғʀᴏɴᴛᴅᴏᴏʀs ᴏғ ʜᴇʟʟ. ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴇᴛᴇʀɴᴀʟ ᴅᴀᴍɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀs ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʀᴜᴇʟ?"

"Well, as the 'devil', let me tell you hell may be quite cozy." I laughed. "However, if you thought about it, society is a lot like sexuality, no? Fetishes are just like laws, if you take away morality, it is hard to define what can and cannot be done. They are both entirely random too. There is just no stopping in feeling the way you feel. Call it the selfishness of your body." I grinned and 'booped' her nose. "So I too, don't let these things define me. I am neither evil nor good after all. I follow simply what my body demands."

I stepped down the stairs.

"ʟᴇᴛ ᴜs sᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ," Agnes said after a pause. "sᴛɪʟʟ, ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇs, sʜᴇ ɢʟᴏᴡs ᴏғ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴇɴᴅʟᴇss ʜᴀᴛᴇ."

"Really," I said as I reached the last step, my eyes immediately went searching for Raya, and I found her seated alone and glaring at me, "I am quite the opitimist then, since I believe I see in her hope for love."

My plan was to wave at her and see her irate reaction again, but I was interrupted by a shout right next to my ear:

"Found you! I got tired of waiting."

"Who," I instinctively looked for the source.

The person was a young boy with disorderly hair—behind the brown dirt, there was a slightly blond luster at the strands. He was at most twelve, just about to hit puberty, but I could be wrong with the poor lifestyle in the medieval ages. He wore disorderly clothes, with a crest I did not recognize. Very likely that he simply picked them up. His face however was quite familiar, as I remember a daring kid trying to pickpocket me the first day I arrived in this town. He was the one who so rudely ran into me, right before the inn.

"No way," I exclaimed in shock, "did you come her to deliver yourself to me? I like your offering. I promise to kill you fast."

"You stole from me!" He screamed loud enough for everyone present to hear. The people all turned their heads towards us to see what interesting scenario would unfold itself.

I cupped his mouth and swiftly pulled him to the table were Raya was already waiting. "Don't blame me for your misgivings, kid," I told him and slapped his head.

Raya on the other hand was quite surprised by the unexpected company, she asked me, "who is this brat?" She already had the soup on the table, showcasing the skill of this inn.

The 'brat' in question took a seat and stared at Rayas food with a salivating mouth. "Big sis, are you going to eat that," he asked with glimmering eyes.

Rayas own eyes shook, presumably from a very nostalgic term, but she remained suspicious. "I don't know you."

The boys mind returned from the belly to his brain and he demanded, "ah, yes I almost forgot, you bastards stole from me. Give me my money back."

As soon as he said that I grabbed his head and squeezed tight. "Watch what you are saying dumb kid."

"Owww," he howled, "it is true, it happened just when I ran into you! There is simply no other explanation."

"Maybe you lost it," Raya interjected and propped her face on her balled fist.

"I am not an idiot, like you two. Just give me back my money and we don't have to resort to things we don't wish for. Do you know that stealing is a crime punishable by hanging?" He stared at the both of us, his expression vicious, an expression not commonly seen in someone as young as him.

I leaned into my seat. "Funny how you say that, when it was you who stole from us first." I rested my hand on the top rail of my chair and said, "I can't give you any food, but how about some candy? Take it as your 'just desserts'."

"You," he hit the table, "do not blame me for things you have no evidence for. If you want to, I am more than happy to hold a Table against you." There was a pompous air surrounding him and he frowned with unjustified self-righteousness.

"No, you listen here brat," I jumped up and shoved my face into his own, I stared at him with cold eyes, "I don't care who you steal from, but do not come here and spout your nonsense with unreasonable cause, or I will make sure those were the last words you ever said, got it?"

His smirking face abruptly vanished and he looked at me in surprise.

"Agnes, relax a bit," Raya told me and she pulled my sleeves, "why are you getting mad at only a kid?"

"Who cares what he is?" I scoffed, "whether he is a king, a hero, or a beggar, he should bear responsibility for his words," I then faced the boy, "since you seem to know your rules so well, do you know what happens for false accusations? I hear they blind you on one side, with a hot iron nail," I pointed at his eye, "a swift stab, and the light vanishes forever."

The boys face quickly ashened and he shrunk back.

"But Raya is right," I told him, "I do not have to worry about you, do I? Since there is nothing you could do, even if I was the one who stole your money." I stood up. "What a waste of my time." I planned on leaving, but I remembered that Raya had already started eating, so I reminded the boy for him to go.

His face turned into a knot from my words, and he stood up, although very reluctantly. He bit his lips, and his brows creased like the bedsheets would whenever I was with Raya.

"Please," he squeezed out, a silent whimper, but loud enough for me to hear.

"What?"

"Please," he repeated, "I need the money." His haughtiness disappeared completely.

I returned to my seat. "Now we are talking. Tell me, what makes you so desperate, except the beauty of cash in general of course."

The boy, reluctant to say, stayed quiet at first. I urged him more, but he wouldn't bugde, he squinted his eyes as if he had to go through an agonizing decision. Only when Raya offered her food as collateral and he vicariously gulped it down, did he have it in himself to talk.

"My mother-, no forget it, that is the wrong beginning," he corrected himself, "I have a sister. She is two years younger than me, a very impish girl, if I may say so. As the older brother, I have to make sure she can live as pleasantly as she can until the time of her marriage. My father died leaving only Mum to take care of the two is us. My mother, recently she fell ill. Very ill. And I had no choice but earn money in our stead. I know, I might end in hell for what I have done," his voice trembled and he inhaled a deep breath, "however, if that meant my sister would live only a second happier, it would seem worth to me."