Chapter 15

Kitty woke up in their shared bed, she was relieved to find herself in peace without Mori. She rose up, her reflection was apparent in front of the mirror, she touched the sensitive area of her body. She'd still felt the groaning pain between her legs. She had thought Mori to be quite large for her.

She went to bathroom with her naked form and picked up a black dress as a subtle act of defiance from Mori's selected dress collection.

The warmth of the water cascaded down her skin, the water hit her body and generated a slight pitter patter sound against the skin. She reached for the loofah, her fingers brushing against the cool bottle of lavender-scented shower gel. A subtle floral fragrance filled the air as she poured a generous amount onto the loofah.

Her hands moved in deliberate circles, the soft foam spreading across her skin like a gentle embrace. The tension of the day seemed to dissolve with every stroke, carried away by the suds and the ceaseless stream of water. For a moment, the world outside ceased to exist, leaving her alone with the comforting scents and sensations that grounded her in the present.

She wiped the fogged mirror, her reflection staring back, void of answers. Was she accepting Mori or rejecting him? She couldn't tell—her heart wavered, caught in a web of doubt and inevitability.

She dressed in a black dress which had an intricate net lacy black floral pattern.

She took one last glance in the mirror and picked a red lipstick painting her lips deliberately, careful not to oveline the edges of her lips.

She stepped out of the room and walked downstairs in a genteel strides. She looked like a royalty, she had never felt rich. She never really had any resource to make her feel rich like Mori did.

As she walked past the corridor, she'd found Dazai who was leaning against the wall smoking cigars. One of his foot touched the wall casually.

"Hey there, Kitty.," Dazai said.

Dazai stepped closer and whispered in her ear, "you smell different and I don't like it."

"What should I do then?," Kitty scoffed, a hint of sarcasm dripped from her mouth, "Rub garbage on my body to smell more like you?"

Dazai was clearly defeated by the statement, he grasped her wrist and made her lean on the wall, she was not prepared and utterly taken aback by the sudden move.

Dazai stood tall against her, one of his hands locked her move keeping her in place and the other one lifted her chin in a playful tone. He whispered, "Let's play a game."

Dazai's face was cold and calculating as he looked down at her, his faint brown eyes carried a hint of threat. However, Kitty was not afraid. She was not afraid of a lap dog like him.

"You smell even dirtier than any dirtiest dog I have encountered in my life."

"He'd actually smelled terrible, he reeked like a mix of gun powder and blood.," Kitty thought.

Kitty smiled a little, she was actually enjoying it a slight. What more could go wrong than in a situation she was enduring?

Dazai kept the used gun hidden in his pocket, the cold metal resting out of sight, a quiet threat concealed beneath the fabric.

Dazai said, "you are enjoying this a lot. Aren't you? Rag doll."

Dazai slipped out his gun placing it on her jawline teasing her a little.

"Russian roulett?"

Dazais voice carried a weight of both seduction and danger.

"Mori, Won't take kindly of you if you harm me any way.," Kitty said.

"That's the most fun part. Isn't it?," Dazai uttered, his voice laced with a sinister whispers, "Risking is so worth it."

Kitty's eyes lingered at him for five second as she scanned his bruised lips. She touched them for a few seconds completely lost in them. He smirked and hissed, "You're braver than I thought."

Dazai slid the gun and then placed it on her chin and her neck arched a little by the weight of the gun going against the gravity, "I am giving you one chance to escape from Mori."

Kitty was scared by the entire situation. She managed to hid her emotion well from him. Maybe she was enthralled a little. Dazai pulled the trigger, Kitty's heart beated with palpitations.

She was afraid, yes. But she'd been excited as well.

Dazai pulled the trigger in a haste and there was no bullet firing but only the clicking sound of the gun sounded as he clicked it.

"It seems like you are very unlucky.," Dazai said.

Kitty looked at Dazai, she broke into cold sweats. Her face glisterned with the natural sweat from all heat, Dazai hated the lavender scent oozing from her body which was similar to Mori's.

Dazai nibbed her neck, he marked her slightly and even touched her cheek, "Glowy and afraid. Are you?"

Kitty pushed him away.

Dazai looked at her silhouette and analyzed the gun, it was loaded with one bullet.

"Lucky being. Isn't she?"