KILL IT

Christian got out of the basement after he was done with Daniel and headed for his room. His head was not currently in the right place, so he could not be offended at that moment.

He opened the door to his room and walked in. Inside, he saw one of his many mistresses, Tilda. She was sprawled out on the bed waiting for him, but he was not in any mood to play fun games that night.

"Get out" He said to her as he walked past her to his closet to get changed.

Tilda was shocked that he refused her even after seeing her that way. But she was not going to give up that easily.

She got up from the bed and followed him to his closet. She saw him taking off his clothes and the view of his back was enough to make chills run down her spine. He was sculptured to perfection. He was not too big but, he was not thin either. He had the right amount of muscles and the view was always amazing.

Tilda went to him and began to run her fingers all over his back. "Don't you want to hear the good news I have?" She said to him, but he moved forward to get her hands off him. Tilda was surprised because he had never refused her before. She still wanted to give him the news. "I'm pregnant, for you."

Christian's whole body froze when he heard that. She was carrying his child. She was going to bring his child into this wretched world. No, he could not allow it.

"Take it out then" He said and resumed what he was doing. Tilda was shocked "What? You want me to kill your own child?" She could not believe what he was saying. Why on earth did he want to kill his own seed. It did not make any sense to her.

"No godfather, I'm not taking anything out" Besides, this was the child she wanted to use to secure her position in the house. She wanted to become the official lady of the Ring with the child. She could not allow anything to happen to it.

Christian slowly turned to her after what she said "You want to disobey my command. Is that it?" His voice came out cold and she felt chills down her spine. Not the good one. He looked like he was going to have her head, but she was not giving up.

She decided to use a different approach. "Godfather Christian" She came close to him and placed her hands on his cheek "Why would you want to kill your own blood. How do you think he would feel. This is your seed in me. Please, let's have this baby together. Hmm?" She slowly caressed his cheeks while smiling at him.

Christian closed his eyes and leaned to her hand. He held unto her waist with his left hand and used his other hand to rub her cheeks gently. Tilda felt happy that he was giving a positive response to her.

He slowly rubbed her lips and moved closer to her face while slowly moving his hands to her neck. She closed her eyes in ecstasy awaiting his lips, but she immediately opened her eyes when she felt his hands tighten around her neck and waist.

He brought his mouth to her ear and whispered "It's either you take it out yourself or I kill the both of you myself. What works better for you?" He tightened his hands more in both areas.

Tilda's eyes were already turning red. She did not think he would go this far. "I-I-I'll d-do I-I-It" she said with little breath. He let go of her neck for her to speak well. She fell to the ground coughing and gasping for air till her whole face was red. She also felt a slight pain around her stomach area.

Tilda looked up at him and finally realized that this man was not just evil, he was a monster. She laughed as she stood up from the ground and came to his face "As you wish, I'll take it out. But let it remain in you that you murdered your first child with your own hands" She stared at him in hatred and walked away.

Before she got too far, she heard him say "I'll allow what you just said pass because you're a grieving mother. The next time you talk trash to me, I'll make you a slave for the rest of your life. I'll make sure you loose your last worth. Get out"

Tilda felt tears in her eyes. A little sob escaped her mouth, but she covered it and ran out the door. Christian was not just a monster, he was the devil himself.