Black Rose

Chapter 6

He smiled as his master piece was beginning to take shape. He loved this part, the set up of his love letter for Gulf. He knew he had outdone himself this time he wondered if Gulf would catch the little switch, he giggled, of course he would! He knew him better than anyone!

He winced a little at the pain on his shoulder, who would've thought the little lamb would wake up and scratched him as he worked! It had taken him longer to prepare her after cause he had to clean up her nails and bleach her whole body again so there was no trace of him. He scowled at the fact that he now smelled like bleach instead of Lavender like his Kana.

"Bitch" he murmured as he placed the Black Rose in her mouth with out damaging the petals, he frowned upon seeing the bruise on her cheek. It made him feel like he messed up the work , like it wasn't perfect! She was lucky to be chosen! How dare she be ungrateful!!!!

He breathed in and out to calm himself. It's doesn't matter, the purple of the bruise complimented his Black Rose. He would've hated to have to look for a new model, it would mean he wouldn't be able to see his Kana as soon as he wanted. He stood up and looked at his artwork. A slow smile spread across his face.

He tapped his pocket making sure his keep sake was there, he felt a thrill rush through him as he imagined Gulf leaning over the body, touching his artwork, admiring it. He walked over and grabbed a couple of roses and crushed them in his hands and spread them around his finished work.

He looked around the room and picked where he would watch him read his love letter from the shadows. His cock throbbed at the thought of having him so close by. " Soon" he whispered " soon you'll be mine Kana"

* Meanwhile ...

He felt like he was being crushed, he couldn't breathe, he screamed as he woke up covered in sweat and tears ,his heart pounding like it was ready to combust.

Gulf breathed in and tried to calm himself. The nightmare had trapped him again, made him live the memory once again. He looked over to the clock on his nightstand. The red numbers glared at him 3:57AM. He sighed. That was all the sleep he was getting tonight.

He stood up and took off his shirt dropping it on the ground and headed to the bathroom. He began filling up the tub. He didn't want a simple shower he wanted to drown the memories of that night. As soon as it was full he submerged himself in the tub. The smell of lavender surrounding him calming his nerves, slowing his heart.

He felt his eyes sting as tears fought to come out, he frowned. He was not going to fall apart not again, so he thought of the case. What is nagging him about it. He's usually so good with details and he knew something was missing but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

He was so caught up in his thoughts he didn't realize he was no longer alone in his townhome.
He submerged himself under water and thought. It always helped him to do so. It's like the world around him vanished, the silence surrounded him and he could only hear his heart beat.

After an hour he stepped out of the tub, calm and composed. He looked in the mirror and saw the sadness in his eyes. He sighed loudly and looked again. The person looking back didn't seem sad anymore. He looked cold and distant, the mask he wore daily was back in its place. He fixed his long hair and touched the scar on his shoulder.

He stepped out of the room and walked over to his closet, he pulled out the clothes for the day and laid them on the bed. He walked over to the kitchen and began cooking breakfast and lunch in his boxers. He began humming a song, the one he always hummed to himself when no one was around.

He finished and put the dishes in the sink and got ready for work. He sighed out loud " Okay, new day Gulf. Let's go" and walked out of his home.
He didn't even realize the shirt he had dropped on the ground this morning was gone.