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Chapter 2

How did he do it? He could have possibly sensed my fall, let alone catch me like he did. No matter how I looked at it didn't make any sense to me.

Deep in thoughts about what had happened I took a sip of the sports drink I bought at a corner store. It was too sweet and left a weird taste in my mouth. But I drank it anyway. The throbbing in my knees kept my thoughts running around the incident from earlier and it almost convinced me of the guy being a total fake.

But why would someone pretend to be blind? That guy was absolutely gorgeous. He didn't need to stir pity in a girl's heart to get into her pants. He was familiar with martial arts, that's for sure. His movements had been smooth and really quick. But if he was indeed blind, how did he manage to master such skills?

A couple of black sedans pulled up next to me, disrupting my train of thoughts. Two big Japanese men in black suites got out of each car. Their faces were like masks, unyielding and without emotion. The driver of the second car opened the back door and I felt my grip tightening around the plastic bottle in my hand.

He buttoned up his grey jacket as he walked up to me. His black hair was slicked back, he wore his favorite suit and his black shoes matched the color of his eyes – the window to his black soul. The disgusting smile on his face was challenging my gag reflex.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here? A little kitten wandering around at night." He said in Japanese. I rolled my eyes.

"It's 8:30. And I'm not wandering around. I was jogging." I wiggled my foot in my orange Nikes.

"More or less as it seems." He nodded towards my scraped knees, his eyebrows risen.

"What do you want, Seishiro?" I asked, trying to play cool when in reality I wanted to disappear right then and there. He was a very scary man, if you knew his real persona. Still smiling he came closer, his cold eyes roaming my body.

"Oh what I want …" He said under his breath, sending shivers of horror down my back. He lightly shook his head and then sighed,

"He wants to see you. Now."

"Now?" I swallowed hard, "But why?"

Without giving me an answer Seishiro stepped aside and the driver from the second car opened the back door once more. Feeling the weight of the world crushing down on me at once I had to force my legs to carry me to the car. I got in and we all drove off to see Him.

"Are you sure you want to present me to him … like this?" I asked, still trying to keep my cool. Feeling Seishiros eyes on me was horrible but I couldn't do anything about it. Not unless I wanted to lose a toe or a finger … or worse. However, He was a man who appreciated class and style and he expected the same from the people inferior to him.

"I don't see any problem in your outfit." He said, licking his lips. His phantasies were written all over his face. I mentally cursed myself for wearing only a sports bra and tight yoga pants.

"Whatever." I said, fearing the worst and grabbed the towel on the seat between us.

There was no need to ask why there was a towel in the car. Of course they had been following me. Wherever I went, whatever I did, I was always followed by His shadows. Especially after …

After a while the car stopped. When I looked out of the tinted window my heart dropped into my gut. We had stopped outside His club. A lot of high ranking people in very nice suits and dresses were there. Only the good looking people with the right amount of money were getting in and only a few of them were allowed in His presence.

I turned back to Seishiro to protest but he was wearing a very sadistic smile on his face. I realized that he had done this on purpose to make me even more a victim of His anger as I had already been. But I couldn't show them my fear. This wasn't the way my family had raised me – even though they were hardly ever a family to me.

Our staring contest was interrupted by my car door being opened. I pressed my lips together and braced myself for what would be happening next. Camera flashes went off and people screamed my family name. They celebrated us as celebrities when in reality we were beyond good and evil.

Seishiro appeared in the opening and held out his hand for me to take. Although he was a monster, in public he was nothing but a gentleman. I didn't really have a choice. So I took it and I let him lead me through the crowd and the whole club, knowing my improper appearance would be all over the news in the morning, costing me another sacrifice.

Author's note:

Kayleigh and Seishiro were talking in Japanese