Last act

Suddenly she feels uneasy,  the soft hair on her neck rises in alert. There is something or someone after her.  The years of living on the lookout have sharpened her senses to their very edge.

She looks at him, the obedient one at her feet and smiles, he is her strength, and she will fight for both if needed. She doesn't dare turn her head but knows she has to, she has to do it as if she were oblivious to the menace pervading the air.

She whispers something to her sub and he bows his head in agreement she only has to see and wait- 

He sees her whispering something to her slave and smirks. They're all so pathetic in their black leather and boots, he feels hate coursing through his blood vessels till he has to steady himself.

 It won't do to lose so much control, he has already lost himself in his violent climax. Now he can go further. 

Just when he's going towards her a man touches him softly on the shoulder. He turns and faces a massive guy in black. The guy grins and asks,

“ Are you taken?” 

Taken! This one is a dom looking for a sub or a slave obviously.

“ No,  he says, I'm not taken, are you?”

“Oh,  I belong to the ones who take”

“ I see” 

“I like you”

 He looks at the guy and smiles. It won't do to cut him off but he knows he has to get to her, He has to find a way to get rid of this Alpha on the prowl.

“ I'll be back, “he says.

“ I'll wait for you” 

“It'll take some time, there's someone I want to say hello to”

“ Take your time” 

He grins. Of course, he'll take his time. He gets away swiftly, he doesn't want to seem in a hurry, he just wants to get near her. 

She senses danger, she prepares herself to face it. Her mind goes back in time for a second. She sees herself as a girl again, she sees the man looming over her, his hand holding the belt. he's furious, she doesn't know why. He uses the belt to hurt her.

The vision lasts less than a second, the past wants to claim her but she won't let that happen.

And suddenly he's there, facing her. He's older but then so is she. He's there to claim his pound of flesh, her flesh. 

She looks at him calmly, she can't look afraid, she will not cower. And then she sees the dagger in his hand. 

A voice, her voice says “Put that down” 

“You can´t tell me what to do. I am not him” He points at her sub with disdain.

“ You could never be” 

He can't believe this, she ought to be afraid, but she doesn't seem to be afraid at all. 

Both she and the guy on the leash are looking at him calmly. 

No one else seems to have noticed anything, everyone is either in subspace or getting there or on the prowl or looking at others on the stage who perform their roles with total abandon.

He smiles, “Will your slave protect you?”

He's daunting her, she knows that, she also knows she has to gain time. She tugs at the leash softly without him noticing. She knows her message Is understood. Her sub is warned, he's prepared, and he will come into action if necessary. She  won't let any harm come to him 

“ Shall we talk?”

“There's no point in talking.”

 He's getting nervous, why isn't she afraid and why, isn't that idiot on the leash reacting? 

She stands up letting go of the leash. He lunges at her. All the years of self-defence training have sharpened her reflexes and she moves aside so the blade misses her. 

He falls, prompted by his own weight and then he gets up fueled by anger, still holding the dagger in his hand.

Others have noticed and have called Security. The guards are coming to get him, he looks at her and then stabs himself in the stomach, then let the dagger travel downwards. He expects a look of horror on her face, he wants to ruin her life in his last moments, make her believe it was all her fault.

Her eyes shine like liquid opals and he only gets a look of infinite pity, pity for his twisted love. 

She feels no pity for herself, only she knows the hell she's been through and how she got out of it scarred but triumphant.