Her name was Sudan all things considered and, in theory, she was proud of who she was. Well known among many for starring in different beauty pageants and shows throughout the years, was beyond beautiful, maybe an angel from the heavens. Never could anything bad happen to her, she was too good, too smart, too independent for things of that calibre. She reminisced about her achievements and the sweet aura that streamed behind her and walking down the streets of the commons. For the first time in years (or even her lifetime) she decided to walk down the peasants’ street, bodyguards in hand of course who knew what could happen with any of the scatter-brained lower, especially in concern with men. She had to not only protect herself but that irreplaceable dress. It wrapped to her like a baby would their pacifier with the bodyguards that gladly protecting her just like a mother would. She walked all indefinitely through the streets and still the guards attached themselves to her and even her beauty. She didn’t particularly welcome it as broadly as one would think, considering her numerous scandals with men but still she welcomed it in slight hesitation.
What innocence could be felt!
This changed a little when they came across a scuffed man on standby hanging himself slightly with a small pole for support. The pole’s tip as sharp as any knife with no other points of comfort insight, he had no pillow, no bed, all he had was the support of the daggered pole. While it touched and gouged at his shirt our ingenious, yet amicable princess couldn’t have him be left alone. She pouted a little with her hair staring cute daggers at her henchmen behind her deciding what to do next. Her legs still crossed in her red attire, and legs of soap-heaped skin on display, she decided to devise a thankful gesture…
His hands were smelly and dirty; the best place she place she could of even consider touching was the pole that he leaned on. Leaning down on him while he read his book, he intentionally used it for some sort of support, for his pumped and still trounced legs looked run over around a dozen. When he noticed that she attempted to grab the pole behind him, at last, he spoke,
“Miss… please don’t remove it, this pole is all I have. I used it all the time… please! It might not seem practical, but I use it for warmth, and I use it as support for my reading pleasure!” He continued as he fell deeper and deeper into the seas of despair. Taken up and being lifted by our dazzling mermaid from atop the seas ocean waters, “Don’t worry about it I was just thinking of getting you something better don’t you think. Is that how you sleep as well?”
The man answered in quick succession,” Yes, yes please help me I would appreciate it milady, your kindness is worthy of an angel I do appreciate such kindness.” With a bit of disgust lingering at the back as she shook slightly what came next was her misguidance down a linear alley. Not bringing her henchmen to follow suit. She gave them a cheeky smile for a signal to stay put behind, they all dropped down at once from it, and they were glad to have signed their papers for their line of work.
The corridors of the small alley were confined and safe, to which the man couldn’t help but cling and grab onto such a curved yet perfectly shaped figure. To her and to even the suited men who lingered behind with contempt. The streets watching from behind the one with clear dominance and control was no doubt her. Not only with the tall stature of 6ft, she was with the man a measly 5ft 7, when she kept her safe distance from him, he still with hearts in his eyes and love-struck he continued to fawn over her. The alley had now reached its dead end and so did he, she finally handed him his money. Coming down to her level at an alarming rate that flushed and raced each hormone through his now see through veins, with blood finally seeping through his nose.
Still bearing with it hoping for her last reveal she decides to give him this note in what could not even be described as cruel,
“Wow, this alley is quite small and confined… didn’t expect it to be such a perfect place to dump you don’t you think little man?” Still, down to his level, her knees were now bent and more seductive yet still greatly hesitant.
This isn’t my thing. But him being so… hmmm, what’s the word… desperate is pathetic. It’s ticking me off a little I was going to play bad girl for him… but… screw it… I have had enough this month, that dare I made with my Bs at home isn’t worth it. The hell let me just rip the paper in front of him now and leave him to rot!
“I felt like playing a bad girl for you today and having some fun, but I kinda want you to suffer…I guess. My god, this was a waste of time, jeez!”
The little man still confused and lovestruck at his adorned angel didn’t even get a chance to speak, to which what followed was shocking and still so effective.
*Dan* *Bam*
Down the wall so hard that you could hear the crack in his skull.
“Ooh this is fun little man, that felt a little better you know… To be honest that was so much better than being your little play-girl right?!” From there she didn’t stop, she had the time of her life beating and spitting on this man’s soul and will to live. She didn’t stop going for an hour straight.
She could of killed him and she could have seduced him to tears and buried his pride way more. She couldn’t bring herself to go further. When her hands had touched the soles of his chest, she would back off. A danger alert with steps back to boot, coming back with more rage. A roundhouse kick following, which could be heard echoing the city. Her bodyguards stood at the forefoot of the alley, so any passers-by were redirected. It was her safe zone for havoc, she might of, gone more wilder and even crazier for this very reason perhaps.
It was strange though because her behaviour didn’t reflect the things she was saying. In a way, she just couldn’t practise what she preached. She had learnt so much about how to talk to men through various Instagram messages with her friends. But at the end of the day she just found it a drag, and quite tiresome, with the fun of the ‘experience’ to her being impure. And for that reason, he wasn’t long killed her Dad said she had done enough damage to the city and others and it can cause problems that could cancel her beauty pageants or the wide array of activities she had available. She was a girl who got bored easily so she wasn’t so easily entertained. There was another reason that even she was too stubborn to admit. She decided it was time to take things just that little bit further. She started to now completely lose her composure. Kicking harder and harder and harder and still much harder with the soles at her feet gouging at his stomach.
“Grovel a little littler man, I like that keep suffering ok?! Please say something though I’m getting a little bored!”
He stayed silent…
“You're better than this little man come on!”
He stayed silent…
“Suffer for me a little more”
He stayed silent…
“Why are you ignoring me…
“He stayed silent, but…
This time he looked up…
Her beating of the man had slowed just a bit as she admired and enmired within herself with the man’s existence being so sorrowful. Even she wasn’t free of even her consequences for her action. All of her makeup when out of order and cross her face again, just like how she first started. When he looked up at her he simply just observed, nothing else.
“You see in truth Mr Homeless I led you on, beat you to a pulp, not just fun you know. I don’t particularly like men like you see, who sit slumped all day on the side of the street asking ‘can you give me some money, please?! Get up and do it yourself, it is so pathetic. Seeing you like this is frankly amusing. Especially because of that old stereotype about men.”
She let out a playful grin to finally wrap things up leaving her the winner of this one-sided slaughter. She couldn’t help but feel a little disturbed though. The man simply stared at her. His eyes were free of water and the white yolk that every eye should have was simply yellow. He was dazed and still fixated; his eyes locked with hers.
He seemed to have shrunk when he finally stood up to confront the giant before him. His eyes seeped with blood that came after she had so valiantly rub up her nice shoes to his face. Mind you they were heels, so the tips of it bloodied. His face might as well of been her next art piece with from his entire head in case with the paint of blood. The only parts that could of thought to have been spared was the lower parts of his body. Luckily for him only subjected to a few kicks or so, to which the miracle of him standing was one to behold.
“You… why I served my life and share in the army as even a teenager to be subjected to this… why…
Could…
You…
Tell me…
Milady…?”
With such courage to talk yet no strength for tears. He did invoke such a sense of sympathy that even she had lost the courage to still lift her feet.
“Listen… I don’t want to toy with you for too much longer, your sympathy is nice. But I don’t need it…”
Her eyes were of an interesting colour, sure they could have been red, and sure they could have been something of foreign and ugly to match with desires of the devil but still her eyes blessed with whitened Colgate. It had to be because her actions up to this point to the man were at best questionable.
She further proceeded to take the credit card she gave him and dashed it to the side of the slum of an ally.
“Pick it up if you want, to be honest, I don’t care anymore. I didn’t need to do it I know… but I’ll be damned if I left making a complete fool of myself.” For that minute her language was so rough and vulgar, it would be difficult to differentiate it from your average street punk,
“Well, I should be on my way now. Use that card over there at your leisure, medical bills or whatever.”
By the chance of a miracle through the blood written man finally spoke.
“Sure… Milady.”
“How are you doing that you shouldn’t be able to speak.”
Still coughing like any old hag would on their deathbed he still wasn’t complacent, “You didn’t pass the test flawlessly, yet you did. Sometime later I might come to pick you up to take you somewhere, how about that Milady.” Still rather shaken up and even taken aback at what had been so boldly claimed. That being the last push making her decide it was time to leave.
Her guards were weary but still prepared. With a metallically beautiful limo with them, sheened and stained with white. She jumped in without a hitch and from there, they drove off. They were in a state of slight shock. From head to toe she was covered in scratches from when she was on the floor, and then her nails bloodied. They found her a little distracting with parts of her still shampooed skin leaking through the torn dress, but still with haste they covered her up from any wishful eyes that could be lurking. Luckily it was in the middle of the night, so this task was quite simple and straight forward.
In the back with her legs crossed looking melancholy out in the window. She took a moment to notice herself, reminiscing about that man.
That man was no ordinary person. I expected some sort of resistance to the point where that was when I would have called in my guards, what gives?! He actively let me toss him around, and at the end, he said something about I’m the manipulated. The hell does he take me for! I’m the one who toys and has my way with men so what does he know about anything.
Still in a daze looking as she zoomed past each city light, she couldn’t help but feel more melancholy than previous. To be frank she didn’t even know what she was doing when she attacked him; she was hoping for a reaction or some sorts of desperate plea. He was an obedient punching bag for her, even the most reserved men that she has had to deal with in the past have had more resistance.
Today she had to put in so much effort in the hope that he would suffer. She had torn up most of her clothing, she looked like a fool for the first time not only to him but herself. She couldn’t pinpoint why she didn’t have the resolve to go any further. She really couldn’t be bothered dealing with him, but she still complied and even helped him. He was trapped and his life was kind of forgotten. Although she kind of ignore these details for the moment and continued to pout further.
With this in mind, they had finally arrived. Her having an inner monologue to herself the whole way through the trip with none of her guards daring to ask her if she was ok, or how her day was. She was too unapproachable and at times she would be one ready to implode on them making their daily work more of a hassle. She didn’t notice this because she was always out with her friends and sometimes coming back a little drink with a man or two always being next to her. Of course, the next day that man was gone, she had always gotten some fun an enjoyment of each man she toyed with, yet not a single day where she could rid herself of the title of a virgin.
She always thought her father would be fine with this because she would always clearly specify that she didn’t have any interest with men and they were her playthings, her dad would happily comply and move on with his day. In all fairness, though she couldn’t blame her father because at the end of the day she kept turning out like that women, irrational actions that go against what she wants to believe in, but then what she believes in. An internal conflict our heroine isn’t likely to now escape you could say, and she still couldn’t stop loving him… or her…
Nearly on her way home down the calm and merry road, she still looked at herself again. A little confused at her actions but still willing to going out there. She was ready to finally get in bed simmering in the bathtub and melting her worries away just as she did every other day. She was on top of her world on social control and she could almost forget what that man down the alley said to her. Prosperous that she of all people could be manipulated the idea was almost ludicrous, yet the chill of the weather outside. In the distant land in the dark sky brought back up her old inferiority complex. At last, though they finally made it home, crossing the distance of a bridge below that separated them from the rest of society. In the first place, this bridge checks to see who leaves and enters and when someone enters, whether via car or other means it is closed off from the rest of society. A separate island and a separate world where our dear Sudan had lived all her life. She was only allowed to leave on orders of her father when she was smaller but, nowadays she does what she wants her way and of her own accord.
They were driving into the mansion which was carefully guarded by the sea of trees that blocked it from the world. While overgrown and surprisingly tall most of them were away from the roadside acting as guiding to her oncoming house. There was a roundabout placed ahead that was the only area with no trees in sight but instead just a small fountain of water that was minimal and insignificant in comparison. Though it could be argued that it was a landmark to remember the house very easily. It could also be easily remembered as it was, their last stop by car, this is where unfortunately they had to get out.
Much to her annoyance, she had to walk a little distance towards her house. It was roughly 5km away and not being so athletic or exercising a day in the 22 years she was alive this was her punishment set in place by her father. He really couldn’t stand to see his daughter so weak and feeble to which she can’t take care of herself, so he had put in place measures, to sometimes make her life easier. Or to sometimes make her life more of a pain, it all depended on what he thought was best for his sweet daughter.
When they walked through the forest the bodyguards always had a map. Sometimes it would be a bit troublesome for them because she would ask for drinks or at random points ask to take breaks when they least expected it; the bodyguards would prepare her chairs and each one of the four of them on either side would pick up a part of the stool to take her home. That would only be in short bursts though and sometimes depending on her mood would depend on how long they would have to lift her. A good day would be about 10 minutes. On a bad day, it would be a whole 30 minutes with a lucky 20 minutes rest of a walk. However today was special, the man in the street before putting her in state. A ferocious state that made her so snide and uptight that she couldn’t help it. She felt like she had such a right after playing into his hands. Or even lifting her ahead to spare the dull and still green grass from fire that couldn’t be described as anything generous.
They still lifted her though and all the way they did, and she never even took the pleasure of even looking at them. Her head simply swung back and forth in every direction. From: front, behind, left or even right and she still never looked at any of them. She couldn’t fully appreciate the calm and mellow landscape surrounding her, because it was so suffocating. Before when she looked at the tower of the trees above all she could think was how squished they all were side by side as if still they were all tied. Not to mention every part from head to toe was wrapped in another.
The trees swirled within and every part of the island she lived in seemed so unnatural, but she still went with everything and treated it like it was hardly a bother. At last, though they made it to the mansion, and she was met next to her father who seemed rather displeased with the tired bodyguards that lifted her over their heads. She was still covered in bruises with her dress torn.
“What happened to my sweet little angel out there.”
His voice in the dead of night was dry an monotone. It was oddly disturbing how his voice was deprived of life while he had the stance of a man of business. He was taller than Sudan, around 6ft 4 and he was the skinniest thing you could find. Thin as any stick and his lanky figure was still so impressionable. His suit was still average with the normal black pants and jacket with black pants, the usual. His shoulders were wide broad, not menacing but oddly peculiar. He possessed dynamic, more dynamic than even Sudan did I would say. So much of him didn’t stand out from normal society it was frankly incredible he would have had the catastrophic success that he had.
“Young lady, you have tired out the poor men again from their usual selves. C’mon play nice once in a while and Daddy might have a lot of presents for you!”
“No Dad. I’m not in the mood right now, bye I’m skipping dinner tonight.”
She again trudged indoors and from there, the bodyguards followed making sure that she was alright. They guided her to her room upstairs up to the massive double doors on the top of the mansion. A spot reserved for her by her very own father who made sure she could have the best of the best. (More details needed on the mansion itself because it will be important later on)
Before she disappeared one of the bodyguards gave her a drink. It was from her father and she was told that it will help lull her to sleep. While she was still hesitant and even highly sceptical of it. She took it without a second thought and slammed the door behind her.
Finally, at last, she could be at peace she found herself rolling and finally tumbling on top of her bed. She could finally check her phone and see what was the latest. Her attention was first brought to Instagram. On a group chat with some of her friends.
Friend 1: “Sudan remember that guy from before?”
Friend 1: “He was asking to talk to you again you know, I’m a little jealous ahaha.”
Sudan: “I’m not in the mood to talk about men today.”
Friend 2: “Awh why not, I know they're a little gross but cmon, please.”
Friend 1: “I mean have you seen yourself your so gorg.”
Friend 3: “Ahaha, you girls waffle so much on the chat lolol why you spamming.
Friend 1: “Just tryna help Sudan out girl I mean she the only one who ain’t get hitched.”
Friend 2: “Totes she needs to get that sorted.”
Sudan: “Somethings happened today… after that getting hitched ain’t a priority of mines.”
Friend 3: “Like a girl I don’t know if your stressed out or what but this group for the girls is open if you, yeah so like just chat, come with us tomorrow down the store, and bring some money with you to. We are like so broke girl.
Sudan: “It’s always me lol.”
Friend 3: “If you don’t come with the cash we got no reason to go either, lol.”
Sudan: “Fine we can all go tomorrow I will ask my old man then if I can have some cash.”
Friend 2: “Nice one girl, we might finally be able to get you hitched.”
At the moment when the chat kept on a downward progression, that was when one of the bodyguards walked in with sudden urgency.
“Miss! It’s time for your daily medicine. Your father wants to make sure you’re in good spirits, so he told me to bring this to you.”
She drank it all at once within her room. She took it with haste because that day she wasn’t feeling especially well. Her room was quite out of the ordinary, while masked with the beautiful colour of pink and beauty equipment here and there. It was so small and confined. Her bed would gently kiss the side of the bed that was tapped on the side with a small window above. Her beauty equipment weren’t scattered in a mess but they were certainly disfigured and disorganised. With a small draw to the right entrance of the room hanging on the wall being the biggest thing in the room. Yet still so puny of a girl of such status, still to the sides on the left there was but a simple mirror. What should have been put into question was why exactly did her room seem so confined and small even for the average 22-year-old adult, she had tons of money in the bank so what was the issue? Well, it was her choice to keep it this way. She has been holding onto it for so long and she remembers how when she was little the room brought her great joy. Almost touching in a sense and she would only let this beautifully delicate side of her slip in motion once she entered.
She found it a bother to talk to her friends, so instead, she found it nice to just ignore sometimes multitudes of messages that would pop up and sometimes look over it in the morning. That the same night she finally decided it was time for bed, she slipped into a slumber.
“Hey girly wake up, hey wake up I got something to tell you.”
Suddenly she was no longer in her room, she was somewhere else. In a dark space in a void of pure black.
“It can’t be… but you’re that guy! You’re that homeless midget I beat up, why are you here. Did you kidnap me, who do you think you are doing you know who I am!”
He calmly responded compared to before, “Well I did say I was going to come to pick you up you know don’t get stingy with me girl. You made things a little difficult for more since your no longer living.”
“I’m not living! what do you mean?”
“It’s as I say girly, your dead. And you ain’t coming back is what I’m saying unless I choose to bring you back.”
She was petrified, she feared what he would do next. She stood there and fell back slightly to the floor. She looked ready and willing with all the tools she needed to grovel at his feet. Though she had a bit of courage to ask one thing.
“Tell me… who are you…?”
“Me?! Hmmm well, I guess at this stage it’s alright to tell you I suppose.
I’m the Spirit of Society. I kind of oversee everything that happens in all societies that exist, and to be frank I’m not happy with the current society you live in right now or you specifically. You seem a bit lost, which is evident with the way you were treating me earlier so I need to punish you see.”
“Punish me, go to hell! You let me punch and push you around why should I…”
He then proceeds to cut in, “Well for starters I’m taking you to an alternate universe, meet and learn about the spirits and take them to the temple in town. If you fail to do that within seven days you die and your soul is mine for the taking.”
“What… die… the hell with you I didn’t ask for this.”
She was shaking and couldn’t really keep calm in that situation and sat their shocked in a daze.
“Chill out girly I will give you guidance if I feel like it, but for the most part girly you’re going to have to figure out by yourself.”
Not even getting a word back in after his last statement, off she went with her being encased in light all around her. Finally, being whisked away by the mysterious homeless man she had found before.
“One last note girly makes sure you keep in mind that you can find the identity of this new world I’m taking you to. Then you might find yours as well.”
(To be Continued)
