Chapter 48 HARD CHOICE
\[HIGHWAY\]
"That's it, pretty. You are a good girl," he said.
"I have no idea who you are or what you want. Let me go," Ixora said, glaring at the person.
The person smiled, licking his dark upper lip while roaming his eyes around her body.
"You want to know what I want?" he asked, pressing the knife to her neck.
"Ouch," Ixora winced.
"Save your moans pretty for when I will take you down."
Ixora glared at him.
"If you love your life and don't want to spend the rest of your life in jail, you'd have to release me," she said, with no atom of fear in her voice despite the blade on her neck.
"Trust me, pretty, by the time I'm done with you, you will be six feet under, not the police station." He trailed his hand down her exposed arm, his eyes filled with nothing but lust.
"Don't touch me, I'm warning you," she threatened, her eyes turning dark.
"I'd love to see how feisty you can be," he said, tossing the knife aside.
He roughly grabbed her two shoulders and pushed her to the floor.
Ixora fell on the floor. She tried standing up, but he was faster.
He pushed her to the floor and climbed on top of her.
"What are you doing?! You will regret this!" she tried, scratching his face with her nails.
He grabbed her hand before tearing her blouse.
She wore a white singlet underneath, so her breasts weren't exposed yet, just her nipples that were poking through the singlet since she wasn't wearing any bra.
"Wow," he gave out a very disgusting smile. The lust was growing deeper in him.
He pinched her right breast hard.
Ixora winced from the pain, feeling disgusted by his touch on her.
He pinned her hand above her head and tried kissing her.
She bit his lips before kneeling him on his dick.
"Argh!" he groaned, releasing her hand.
She seized the opportunity and stood up.
"You bastard!" she yelled and slapped him hard on his cheek.
He fell, still wallowing in pain.
Her eyes were dark as those of a demon. She wasn't feeling satisfied by what she had done. Anger was fueling within her. And calling the police to handle him wouldn't help her in any way.
She was feeling something else. Something dark. It was trying to make its way out of her. It was trying to take control of her body.
This bastard had tried to rape her.
She looked around and saw the knife lying helplessly on the ground. She rushed to it and picked it up.
She went back to the guy. He was trying to stand up.
His eyes widened when he saw her approaching him with the knife.
"W... What are you doing? Stay back!" he yelled and tried to run away.
She got to him before he could take the third step.
She grabbed his collar and turned him to herself.
"N... No," he said, and tried to collect the knife from her.
"Argh!" her voice tore across the highway as she raised her hand high up in the air.
She sank the knife deep into his chest.
He groaned and fell to the ground.
His blood splashed on Ixora's face and body.
She stood staring at the body while breathing heavily.
But the darkness in her wasn't satisfied. She was craving more. The knife in his chest did nothing to make her feel satisfied.
She knelt beside him and grabbed his head with both her hands. She began slamming it on the ground repeatedly. Sweats cascaded down her forehead, and her hair stuck to her face.
Blood had covered his face, staining both Ixora's hands.
Seeing the condition made her stop, feeling something different. She felt satisfied. Good. She was panting, staring at the body, her eyes growing darker.
"That's the real you, Ixora. The version I have created," a voice said behind her.
\[BONNIE'S HOUSE\]
Bonnie paced around the sitting room, checking her phone occasionally.
Stacy sat on the couch, scrolling through her phone, which was filled with Maddox's picture.
She would glance at Bonnie.
Bonnie looked at her phone again, but saw nothing.
"Are you waiting for a call?" Stack finally asked.
Bonnie sighed, settling on the couch opposite Stacy.
"I'm waiting for the fool to call me," she said, tossing her phone on the table.
Stacy raised her brow. "Which fool?"
Bonnie looked at her, but didn't reply.
Stacy's eyes widened. "Did you...?" she trailed.
Bonnie rolled her eyes. "What do you expect me to do? She always has one person or the other saving her. And Skye told me that they were getting close. I can't sit back and watch him slip away from my hands."
"So, what did you plan? Whose call are you waiting for?"
"The call of her death. He's supposed to have called by now. It's been hours since he went to get the mission done," Bonnie said.
A notification text popped. She hurriedly picked up her phone, thinking it might have been the guy.
"Argh," she screamed and threw her phone at the door when she saw it was from the agency.
"Calm down, Bonnie. Something might be holding him."
"Then he should have informed me," she snapped. "You see the drinks on the table. I am going to use it to celebrate the news of her death," Bonnie said, smirking to herself.
Stacy hummed a reply, shifting her gaze to the table.
She faced Bonnie on seeming to have remembered something.
"Bonnie, what will you do about your mother? She, too, has a thing for Drexton," she asked, carefully choosing her words.
The smirk on Bonnie's lips broadened, almost reaching her ears.
"There is no way Drexton would take interest in a hag like her, that I promise you," Bonnie replied, still smirking.
\[HIGHWAY\]
Ixora froze, recognizing that voice. That very voice that has been haunting her.
Drexton.
His footsteps became heavy behind her. He got to her, his shadow casting darkness over them.
Ixora's breath slowed, and as she stared at the body, realization began hitting her.
A knife stuck in his chest, his body covered in blood.
Slowly, she trailed her gaze to her palm, then to her singlet that was covered in blood. The blood got on her upper breast, making the singlet stick to her body, showing her breast.
She immediately stood and got away from the body as if shifting away would undo the damage.
"No," she muttered. "I... I didn't do it."
"You did, Ixora," Drexton said, walking towards her. "Don't deny it. It felt so good."
"You are now realizing who you are. The enticing darkness. It's slowly crawling its way out," he said, his voice going deeper in each word.
Ixora shook her head, moving backward.
Drexton got to her and grabbed her hand, turning her palm to herself.
"This is the truth, your truth."
She jerked her hand out of his hold.
"It's a lie. All a lie!" she yelled, breathing heavily.
Drexton stood, his height overshadowing her as he watched her catch her breath.
The sun was beginning to set, blending the sky with its cool symphony.
Drexton glanced at the body, then at Ixora, who stood there, shaken by the situation. She also followed his gaze, glancing at the lifeless body.
He slid his hand into his pocket and took out his phone.
"Light," he started. "Call the police. Report your crimes. Go to jail. Spend the rest of your life behind bars."
Ixora slowly took her gaze from him, locking their gazes.
Then she looked at the phone that was pointed at her and back at his face.
"Darkness. Get rid of the body, bury your crimes. No one would find out, and you wouldn't have to go to jail," he said, looking at her with those usual emotionless eyes.
"Embrace the darkness. Be free in hell. Or suffer with light."
Ixora glanced at the body, her mind spiraling. She had two options. The first one would ruin her life forever. The second one would mean proving him right by embracing the darkness within her.
"I...I," she stuttered.
"You have three seconds, or I'll make the choice for you," he said, bringing the phone to her ear.
"One," he counted, his eyes on her.
Ixora's heart sank, unable to remove her eyes from him.
"T... The..." she stuttered, again.
"Two." He tapped the emergency number.
She shifted her gaze to the body.
"Thr..."
"Get rid of the body," she mumbled, cutting him off.
Drexton lowered his hand, staring at her.
She took her gaze back to Drexton, directly into his eyes.
"Get rid of the body," she said, her voice louder than the first.