Chapter 08

While she was lost in her thought he cut in, “But it has a condition,” he said amidst afire face. “You must be willing to take a blood oath with me,”

Those words broke out as thunder.

She stole a glance at his face and saw nothing but hatred and vengeance. She suspected it would end in nothing-goes-for-nothing.

But blood oath for what?

“We will have a blood oath right now,” he sounded even more emphatic. “You will promise to be my sex slave.” He paused, dragged a smile across his face and pointed at his zipper to elucidate further, “You will be loyal to my dick any time I want you. Blood would bond us together and only this blood could separate us. If you agree to this, we will do it right away and I will save you.”

Cicilia had no option. She gave a weak nod and grinned.

Quickly Baron cut his thumb on the sharp edge of the bus and a pin of blood gushed out .

“Lick!” he commanded once he brought his bloodied thumb to her lips.

Cicilia responded hastily, and he took the blood from her face and licked likewise.

“Hence forth you are my sex slave. If either of us go contrary to this, we will surely die.”

Like a mouse, he found his way into the bus, raised the metal seat that had pinned her to a spot all along and powerfully dragged her out of the gutted bus.

“sammy!” Cicilia mumbled and pointed his attention to her.

By now sammy’s hand were still jerking to signal a bit of life was still in her.

Cicilia expected Baron to save her. No, he wouldn’t allow her to die.

“What!” he snapped and once he noticed her, he added, “To hell with her. It is you I want!”

Baron grabbed Cicilia on his shoulders and quickly ran away from the bus.

In a twinkle of an eye there was a boom. The bus had exploded and went up in flames. The remnants of corpse which stuck in the bus were already burning including sammy.

Suddenly a siren could be heard from a distance; ambulance loomed on.

The vibration from the explosion had pulled them to the ground.

Baron lay on his back while Cicilia was on top. Their face locked in and their eyes switched together, with uneasy warm breathe burning their faces.

Baron smiled evilly. He had disconnected the brake pad of the school bus before Cicilia boarded it in order to bring about an accident.

Cicilia shut her eyes. She couldn’t believe she was alive and she felt instantly that the door to being his sex slave just opened.

Cicilia had a broken jaw, bruised knees, face and scalp. Her parents admitted her at the emergency ward, even when they were yet to believe the magic wand she waved that delivered her from that gutted bus.

Onlookers were yet to believe a single soul survived that auto-crash. It was bizarre.

The media propagated the face of Cicilia on all the channels, just to inform the populace that a soul narrowly escaped the auto-crash.

But how she did it was yet to be known.

“I did,” Baron intoned within himself while he watched the news on the TV.

Having lost interest in the news, he turned off the TV, squeezed a cigar between his lips and lit.

“Get well soon, slave, and give me that body,” he spoke yet further while he lust after the naked pale ass of Cicilia on his phone.

At the hospital Cicilia was hushed and responding to treatment quickly.

The hospital management had restricted the influx of media staff and well wishers from paying her condolence.

When she opened her eyes from slumber, she was caught into the smiling, savoring faces of her parents Mr. and Mrs. Fanny and a well-built, pull-the-girls, gorgeous looking kid.

The kid was having handy different, colorful, state of the art, get-well-soon cards, which she believed were for her. She was excited to see her childhood lover after such a while.

“This is my daughter, Ella, do you remember her” her father introduced, gesturing at her, “Ella, this is Brian the only child to the Coleman,” he said and turned his smiling gaze to his wife.

And he continued, “Brian has been clamoring to see you ever since he went on holidays at his grandma’s in Miami and when he heard of your tragedy, he decided to return ,”

Brian held a dilated smile, while Cicilia endeared to return the compliment.

Mr. Fanny interrupted them , “I will have to leave you two to get along. We will be back soon kids.”

Even after her parents had left, Cicilia was drawn in the thought of her parents’ intention to leave her with a dashing boy, she barely could recognize.

All her life they had always wanted the best for her and this cute to the socks boy could be one of their intentions for her.

“My heart goes to you at this time of your life,” he was easy with words.

Brian’s smile was not only contagious but the looks on his face showed he had eyeteeth for her and he was nursing a soft spot that came from somewhere eternal. He was glad to see her again.

He dropped the bundles of card by her bed side and sat on the bed after wards.

“After so long a time I am glad to see you alive and not dead,” Brian intoned and shot his gaze into her smiling face.

All the while she had been all smiles and she wished all her troubles could be placed on his shoulders.

If she could guess right, Brian was the same kid her parents talked about who won the California community service awards.

“Dad has always told me about the Community Awards you bagged.”

Brian cackled and shyly fondled with the hem of his sleeves.

“Oh that. I am only fortunate to be honored for the security I render to my immediate neighborhood.”

Suddenly Cicilia felt she was free and unrestrictive within her heart to chat with a charming lad as Brian. He had saved her countless times and it was time to reciprocate the kind gesture.

“It is more than honor. You are such a bad ass kid, who invests his intelligence in the right proportion.”

Brian bursts into an engaging chuckle.

“I will take that as a compliment.” He winked gorgeously at her. “Same with you, you are also smart and cute to behold.”

She fancied the way he pronounced cute and it was unto her a quick pain relief for her shattered bones. She was healing fast and she had forgotten so soon her promise to the Baron, just because of the presence of Brian.

“So you are good in security ,” she intoned as bemused smile curled up her lips, “Can you secure me,” a huge smile accompanied those words.

Brian was almost choked while he laughed easily. He took it for a prank.

But Cicilia wished he could secure her from her dilemma right now. She wished she could open up to him that the fate of her survival in the auto crash was up on the altar of sex slavery to the most dangerous bad boy she had ever known.