Monster: noun | mon-ster
A strange or horrible imaginary creature
Something that is extremely or unusually large
A powerful person or thing that cannot be controlled and that causes many problems
Part I
Glass shatters so exquisitely. It always seems to fall in slow motion, the bottom of the object making contact with the floor first, then the rest surface splintering until there is nothing left, scattering into a hazardous tableau. I love the way the light refracts off the shards, seemingly harmless, and knowing that they can cut deeper than any knife. As I gazed at the array of broken glass, I couldn't help but smile.
I stepped on the tiny pieces, thoroughly enjoying the crunching beneath my boots. It would have been too easy to catch the decanter before it smashed into the mahogany floors, but where's the fun in that?
I could hear the security team thundering up the stairs, rolled my eyes, and moved away from the door. The wall of glass before me displayed a stunning view of New York City, the skyline lighting up the room with yellows, blues, and reds from the not-too-distant Times Square. It's easy to forget that you live in such a shit world when it can look like that.
It was always a mystery to me how the lights worked. I used to think that faeries flew around together in a ballet to create the mystical sight. My father discouraged my fantasies, saying that only idiots believed that kind of stuff. I, only wanting to please the bastard, immediately ceased to believe in anything fantastical.
I gave a mirthless chuckle, turning away from the window and instead casting my gaze on the desk before me. It seemed to proudly display various tokens of wealth, an obvious projection of its owner's deep, unsettled feelings of inadequacy. Sitting in the fine leather chair, I plugged my jump drive into the laptop. I searched the hard-drive for the files I was looking for and was halted by a security message. After hacking my way through the weakest firewall I'd seen in a while, I dragged the files onto my jump drive and waited for them to download.
Security had finally managed to escape my traps in the hallway and was taking a battering ram against the double doors. My files were 67% downloaded and quickly gathering speed. I was the epitome of relaxed as the members of the private security crashed through the doors, as my feet were up on the desk, my hands behind my head, and a smirk playing on the corners of my lips.
"Put your hands up and slowly rise from the desk," one of the guards demanded, pointing a gun at my chest.
"Who, little old me?" I asked, feigning offense. The guard said nothing, but gestured for me to rise with his gun. "All right, all right, you win," I said, putting my hands up in surrender. I glanced down at the computer screen, seeing a notification saying my download was complete. Stepping forward, I approached the leader of the team until the barrel of his gun was resting above my heart. I shivered from the cool metal against my skin. The guard motioned for another to come forward. He began to roughly frisk me, his hands wandering the length of my body.
"You're not going to find anything," I informed him. "Unfortunately this suit doesn't have any pockets, which means no surprises for you," I added cheekily. Hands roughly squeezed my behind and I froze.
"What I would give to slam my cock in and out of your ass," said the frisker. I clenched my teeth and kept my eyes ahead. Memories of freshman year came rushing back to me. I could see his hands on my hips. His eyes boring into mine as he removed my clothes. I swore that I would never let a man take advantage of me again. Not ever. "You'd be screaming my name all night long, darlin'," he said, chuckling.
I closed my eyes and took a deep, shuddering breath, steeling myself for my next move. Opening my eyes, I brought the heel of my foot down on the guard's toes and as he doubled over in pain, I slammed my elbow into the back of his neck. I ducked, sweeping my leg out and knocked over the guard with the gun. I brutally kicked him in the face and heard a crunch. The other two guards ran forward, guns drawn. I rushed towards them and slid between their legs. Disoriented, the stopped and then turned around. They met the iron poker in my grasp, immediately falling to the floor, clutching their faces.
Groaning, the guard with the broken nose stood up, staggering, and started towards me. I swung the poker at his knee, crippling him. I kicked his face once more, basking in the screams tearing from his throat.
I felt a gun being pressed to the side of my head and an arm wrapping around my waist. Hot breath tickled my ear.
"Nice fucking try," said the guard. He marched me over to the desk and swept everything off it with a loud crash. Grasping the back of my neck, he roughly bent me over the wood surface, the gun pinning me in place. "Now you'll learn what happens to sluts who disrespect me," he panted in my ear. One of his hands snaked around my body and felt around for a zipper. I desperately looked for something, anything to aid me in my escape. Something about six inches in front of me glinted in the light.
I inched my hand forward until my fingers wrapped around the cool steel of the letter opener. I could hear the guard's frustrated muttering, unable to find a zipper. I chuckled.
"Nice fucking try," I mimicked, stabbing the guard in the thigh with the letter opener. A shocked yelp escaped his lips and I turned to him, eyebrow raised. "Oh, does that hurt?" I asked innocently.
"You bitch!" He punched me in the jaw, causing my head to whip to the right. I groaned and clutched the throbbing area, spitting out blood. Breathing heavily, I turned to him once more and brought my leg up and kicked him in the head. He sank like a stone and lay prostrate on the floor.
"Don't. Ever. Fucking. Touch. Me. Again," I said, kicking his ribs with every word. Panting, I made my way back to the desk and plucked the jump drive from the computer. I exited the room and started to head towards the stairs but then stopped, jabbing the elevator button. The doors opened with a 'bing' and I stepped inside. Leaning against the wall, I looked at the mirrored panel in front of me and pushed the 'L' button.
My eyes wandered across my reflection, noting the swelling on my jaw. That's gonna be a bitch to cover up in the morning. I closed my eyes. Sometimes, it's hard being me.