49. 🌶️🔥🌶️Mine to Taint🌶️🔥🌶️

“But I am really serious. I can come right now. It will hardly take me a few hours to get you and then we will be back at home by four.” Ethan assures me in his grave voice and I smile, grateful for my brother’s unswerving support.
However, this is my journey of redemption, out of which I have survived five hellish nights out of seven. “I will be fine.” I assure him and myself.
*I am strong. Just two more days. It will all pass. It always passes.*
“Alright then. I actually texted you to get some pictures for me as today is the inauguration of D2R software by your company HighBars that everybody is excited about. I thought you would be invited.” Ethan tells me with a tablespoon of disappointment.
I blink in confusion as I try to process the information in my mind. “Tit-you-are, what?”
“D2R, Emara! Design2Reality is an AI software which gathers information by studying the data, then itself suggests a tool or like a machine with all the information of how to build it, what kind of materials would be needed and how to use it. By this we can design and make surgical machines, weapons, futuristic cars or something simple like furniture. Isn’t it cool?”
Ethan’s excitement echoes through the phone, tingling my ears while I lay naked, used, and wrapped in the blanket of the very man, whose software he is praising.
“Oh, wow! I-I wasn’t invited.” I tell him lowly.
At least now I know why he left me alone at home. Pretty sure, he would have never considered taking me, a whore to an important event of his life.
*After all, I am just a fuck toy.*
The harsh truth hits me like a wave, leaving me feeling low and degraded of myself.
“It’s alright. Once you crack their interview, you will be invited to their special events.” Ethan tells me, casually hitting that sensitive nerve which rips open the wound.
“I-I” My throat chokes up with sobs as I try to confess, “I don’t th-think so.” The memories of being his personal whore returns to my mind, and I burst out into tears.
“Hey, hey.. Emara!” Ethan’s voice boldly cuts through my cries as he says, “Even if you don’t clear their rounds, nobody will ever judge you or scold you for it. Your worth is not measured by the outcome of a single interview. Remember, it’s not just about the destination, but the growth and experiences you gain along the way. Maybe this experience is meant to make you more smarter and stronger, who knows!”
Tears well up in my eyes as I take in his words, feeling a glimmer of hope among my self-degrading thoughts. “So you won’t judge me?” I whisper, my voice quivering as I hold on to my heart. “For being a failure..” *Or a slut.*
“Of course not, idiot!” Ethan replies defensively and utters playfully, “After all, this is not the first time you will fail.”
“Ethan!” I yell, rolling my sick eyes.
“Relax, Shrek. Mom and dad miss you alot, and believe me, they are truly proud of you for taking on challenges and putting an effort out there for your future. They will always be proud of you, no matter you crack the interview or not.”
A cheeky tear rolls down as his words resonate deep within me and I feel my heart warming up. “You really think so?” I ask, searching for affirmation.
“Yeah. They love you whole heartedly and so do I, idiot. I love you.” Ethan whispers in a warm tone.
“Ewww.” I yecch in return, pretending to be disgusted at his confession. Instantly, we both laugh out loud at the same time like two crackheads left on loose.
I realized how much I missed laughing, and how much I missed my idiot brother. But most importantly, I missed the little girl in me. That funny, quirky girl that I thought I had lost somewhere along these revengeous days, I want to protect her no matter what.
She is not a *whore.*
She is a *princess.*
If nobody is going to love her, I will love her, my parents will love her, my brother will love her. Someone from far lands will love her.
Minutes stretch into hours and our talks turn into long conversation. I cling on to my brother’s voice as I feel a natural support to my spine, telling me I can conquer anything.
Even among the dark times, I find his presence like an angel guiding me towards the light. Ethan, has always been and will always be my favorite person, and I would never treat him less than me.
“You are using my bathroom!” I yell through the phone, like a possessive landlord.
“Yeah, and your loofa too. It’s so soft and your shower gel smells amazing.” Ethan replies almost dreamily from the other side.
“You idiot.. That’s a girlish product.” I retort angrily, as my frustration grows.
“Rose said she loves that smell on me.” He says defensively, while munching on something.
“Because that’s a female product, and what the hell are you eating so loudly?”
“Pingles, from your cupboard!” He proudly announces with a mouthful.
“You have been eating my chips this whole time while talking to me?” *Audacity of this dick!*
“Yeah! And if you don’t come back soon.. I’ll eat all your M&Ms that you have hidden in your socks drawer.” I could hear that mischievous tone in his voice, the one that I used to do.
“Ethan, get your dirty ass off my roo-” I yell at him, but he cuts the call abruptly, leaving me hanging with a dial tone. He is such an annoying chicken!
Minutes pass and a playful smile sits on my face, imagining all the pranks we have pulled on each other. From toothpaste-filled Oreos to drawing on his sleepy face, all such memories fill my heart with joy and hope.
Silence once again echoes in my ear, but I don’t feel like drowning anymore, instead, I feel hungry. My stomach groans and clenches painfully, and I realise how much I am starving.
I hope that brute wasn’t lying about the peri-peri pizza. I need my pizza more than ever now.
Like a grown up butterfly, emerging from its cocoon, I cautiously step out from the warmth of blanket and place my foot onto the cold floor.
Chills climb up my feet and I inhale deeply, mustering courage to stand again and face the darkness that seems to mock my nakedness.
Suddenly, a spider of fear crawls down my spine as the sound of a cark parking outside reaches my ears. My heart skips a beat in panic as I realize..
*The devil has returned!*