Breaking Rules

Triggered Warning: Strong language and explicit scenes. *** “Sera …” I stood up quickly while looking at him. “… Seraphina.” What is he doing here? I tried to dodge but I couldn’t especially when he touched my arm. I can’t believe it. He was standing in front of me. Nazarel is standing right in front of me. The coldest person that I’ve ever met. I don’t know why he’s here. Is it because of her twin or what? As I felt a little resentful towards him, I removed his hand that was holding me. Like I said earlier. I don’t want to talk to them for a while. He shook his head and looked at me coldly. His face, like Azazel’s, is emotionless. His stare, on the other hand, was terrifying. He pulled something from his pocket. He typed on his phone before placing it near his ear. I began to walk away from there. I’m not sure why Nazarel is here, but I don’t care. I had no idea my pride was so high. My defenses were low, but my pride was as high as a mountain, and I had no idea where it came from. I realize it’s unjust. But I was at a loss for what to do. I’m torn between talking to them and ignoring and cutting off all contact with the triplets. It’s as if the world is mocking me. But I know exactly why I don’t want to talk to them. All of those things, I’m afraid, are true. I was terrified that they were just playing me, that everything they showed me was a ruse. And to know that all of my accusations were false. In annoyance, I bit my lower lip. I’m such a messed-up person that I’m at a loss for words. I blinked three times before reaching for my phone. I would simply look at the time when someone texted me. It was Una, my apartment’s landlady. From: Landlady Una

Where are you? Someone is looking for you here. To: Landlady Una

Who? From: Landlady Una

It looks like your boyfriend. My forehead furrowed at what I read. Boyfriend? When else did I have a boyfriend? Women don’t approach me, do men? To: Landlady UnaNôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Yes? I don’t have a boyfriend, sister. From: Landlady Una

Huh? It is, in fact, your boyfriend. I’ve been telling him to leave, but he refuses. Perhaps you’re refusing because you two are arguing? To: Landlady Una

Nothing really. From: Landlady Una

This man here looks rich, Seraphina. Aside from the fact that he’s attractive, he’s a bit of a bad boy. Are you certain that he is not your boyfriend? Are you in a fight? I asked his name; he didn’t respond, but he insisted he was your boyfriend. To: Landlady Una

Could you please ask him again? Tell him I’m asking. My phone abruptly rang a few moments later. When I read the text, my lips become thin. Over and over. From: Landlady Una

It’s Azazel Galdevero. Azazel Galdevero, I smiled bitterly before slipping the cellphone into my small sling bag. I have nothing else to say. Why do they still want to talk to me? Are they still not finished? What exactly do they need? What does Azazel need from me, in particular? He always does things that I can’t understand, nor spelled out. And isn’t it clear what we talked about before? I want him to let me go. He frightened me. Particularly when he strangled me. I can tell he’s planning to kill me at that point. He was furious earlier. But why is it so difficult for him to run? I just want to be safe. I just want things to return to normal. I don’t want him near me. Because it’s too risky for me. Because as time goes on, I feel more and more how weakened by what he makes me feel. He’s lethal and dangerous. And I’m afraid I’m going to be his slave. My mind was still wandering as I walked. But someone grabbed me once more. It was none other than Nazarel. “Where are you going, Seraphina?” I just stared at him. I yanked his hand away from me once more. He uttered a few curse words. But I’m no longer bothered. I just want to be free of them, of him. My thoughts are jumbled right now. That’s all I keep saying. I can’t still get over what happened yesterday. I may appear childish, but I can’t because I don’t understand myself. I was fine with being a loner until he showed up. He robbed me of my former self. It’s getting dark on my way. I’m not even sure where I am anymore. I just went for a walk, unconcerned about what might happen to me. I don’t mind. I just want to vanish. And if I could just vanish, I would have done so a long time ago. There is no lighting on this stretch of road, and it appears that a vacant lot on the side has been abandoned. I also don’t believe this stretch of road is particularly crowded, possibly due to the lack of traffic lights. Instead of being afraid, I kept walking. The entire neighborhood was quiet. The only thing I could hear was the wind and crickets. But when I saw men smoking, I immediately regretted walking in this area. Five of them were lying there, with two motorcycles and two cars parked nearby. They were chatting about things and girls. When someone looked in my direction, I became nervous. I was about to change my directions when I heard a yell. It was as if they were overjoyed about something. I even heard some motorcycles approaching. I inhaled the air with a deep breath. Three men were riding on motorcycles. One even came to a halt in front of me. My entire body trembled at the same time. In fear, I could feel my knees trembling. Even though I was dressed in a long dress, he did not look at me differently. He stared at me as if I were naked. My hair stood on end as he examined every inch of my body. I couldn’t move because I was afraid. “Oh, looks like some babe got lost here, man,” he said, touching and smelling my hair. When he did that, I couldn’t get out of where I was standing; I wanted to run but seemed to be staring at my feet on the floor. He smiled at me and pressed his face against my neck. I summoned my courage and pushed his face away from me. I swerved to avoid him as he was about to touch me. “Fuck me, her scent is arousing me big time!” I could hear them laughing. My tears flowed as a result of my anxiety and fear. I’m at a loss for what to do. I’m not familiar with self-defense, so how can I defend myself here? I’d like to run. But I know I can’t get away any longer, and they can chase me down with their cars. But I don’t think there’s anything wrong with giving it a shot, right?