#* ☁️ ⸰ 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 ↪ kiara ramos ft axel wright.

[dismaltouch]

kiara clenched her jaw, hands curling into fists at her sides as she listened to the obscenities that he'd uttered in her direction. she wasn't sure how he'd climbed so high onto that pedestal, but she was entirely prepared to knock him off by several feet. "watch who the fuck you're talking to. i've got a guy in my phone who will quite literally kill you and make it look like an accident. what do you want written on your headstone? ' here lies a moron who fucked around and found out ? ' has a nice ring to it ... don't you think? your parents would be so proud of it." she'd figure out how to expose him for the dirtbag that he really was, kiara would make sure of that. "i'll get them to see the real you. they'll see just how insufferable and disgusting you are and make it up to me by sending me on a solo trip to barbados. i'm their greatest gift, sweetheart. they want me to be happy and give them grandkids. even if you and i were the last two people on the planet, i'd never let you fuck me. there goes all their hopes and dreams. as soon as they realize that ... you'll be gone like every other idiot before you." kiara hadn't ever experienced a hatred so intense it was like no matter what she said, he had some snarky comment prepared right away. "no thanks. i prefer saving that for someone who doesn't make me want to vomit from the sight of them alone," she stated, tone cheery despite the nature of the words she was saying. "wow ... you sound worse than a pick me girl right now. how fucking pathetic." she'd wipe that smug expression right off his face if that was the last thing she ever did. "i'm not here to fulfill your delusional fantasies. you could try that seedy club across town. i bet someone would be happy to eliminate you that way over there." kiara wouldn't budge. she was stubborn and she would not be outdone by some little asshole like him. "you're not my fucking daddy. i'm not doing shit for you. how do you think my parents would feel about walking in to their precious girl crying? i can do that on command. do you wanna find out what happens to dickheads who hurt my feelings?"

"I don't think it's just for talking back. It has a nice shape and it's big enough," he sneered, his remark dripping with vulgarity as he emitted a derisive laugh. While he could adeptly play the role of an eloquent speaker in the suffocating presence of parents, his true colors emerged once freed from his controlling father's influence. It was no surprise that her parents deemed him an eligible candidate. Axel Wright possessed the ability to switch himself on and off, maintaining the facade of a perfect gentleman. Yet, gentleness was an attribute foreign to his nature. "Say whatever you want, they still think I'm good for you," he proclaimed, his voice laced with cockiness, a smirk playing on his lips. "Plenty, you say?" he taunted, a devious smile stretching across his lips. He was eager to push every button, to provoke her, and revel in the power he held over her. "How about you let me get a taste of some of that," he added, his voice laced with suggestive undertones. Axel delighted in stirring up a storm, pushing boundaries, and challenging her resistance. "But I'm not like everyone else, remember?" he reminded her, his tone dripping with superiority. " A death threat. Very sexy. It will be sexier if you put a knife on my neck and pull my hair back," a slightly disturbing suggestion shared. He mocking laughs at her threats, obvious unfazed by it. "Your parents will join us any minute," he remarked, a sly grin playing on his lips. "I suggest you put on your best behavior, my dear. After all, they tend to favor me over you." With a mocking tone, he added, "So why don't you scoot your cute little booty and get me a drink, please?"

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"it's perfect for talking back," she retorted, unimpressed by his suggestive comment. she might've presented him with an opportunity to follow through with one, but that was hardly relevant in kiara's eyes. "it's not my fault their definition of the ideal partner is vastly different than my own. it's abundantly clear to me that if anyone has flawed standards ... it's my parents. after all, they did somehow think that you were a suitable match for me." his arrogance was irksome to say the least, and she was letting him get to her which was the last thing kie wanted to do. "i have plenty to back my confidence up with. your inability to see that isn't my issue to deal with." she glared at the male as he patted her shoulder and spewed off bullshit she wasn't buying whatsoever. "everyone lies. it's part of human nature." arms folded across her chest as she glanced up at him, inhaling through her nose. she was seeing red the more he spoke, found herself utilizing every ounce of self control she had remaining so she didn't do something she'd end up regretting. "i can promise you that if i make you a drink ... it'll be the last thing you ever consume. your next home will be six feet under ground." words were said with a sickly sweet smile, daring him to have the audacity to speak to her like that again.

He smirked, "I'd love to see what else that mouth is good for," his suggestive remark hanging in the air, a display of shameless audacity. "Is that so?" he responded, his confidence unshaken. "They are under the impression that you have no standards, hence why they're picking for you," he countered, revealing the depth of his ego. "Confident, I like it. I just wish you actually had something to back that confidence up," he added, sighing dramatically and patting her shoulder as if offering his sympathy. "I don't think so. I'm not a liar, and I don't want to break your parents' trust. You, on the other hand, can run off. I can inform them that I came here like a responsible man, but their daughter had other plans. I'm excited to see what creative way they'll punish you. Perhaps they'll freeze all your accounts again," he smirked, taking a seat. "How about we avoid all those troubles and you play the role of a good little woman? Get me a drink and practice being my wife," he concluded, his arrogance on full display.

[dismaltouch]

" what can i say ? everyone is born with some sort of talent. mine just happens to be knowing how to use my mouth in any and every situation. " eyes rolled as he expressed this was her parents doing. she wasn't surprised, but she found herself incredibly annoyed. " apparently, my parents are under the impression that i don't have standards. they made a mistake. i'm way out of your league. why don't you go run off elsewhere and we'll just pretend like we spent time together. hmm ? "

" punishment ? darling, you really do have a tongue on you . but you know what , you can always take this up to your parents . they're the one who wanted me here — practically begged me . keeping you company is my charity of the week . "

[dismaltouch]

she immediately rolled her eyes at his words, unimpressed scoff passing through her lips. he certainly thought highly of himself. then again, so did she. " blessed ? i'd rather call myself cursed. this seems like more of a punishment than a potentially fantastic weekend. "

" call yourself blessed because you are graced with the presence of the god . ready for a fantastic weekend ? "

[dismaltouch]

"tragic ? these aren't shakespearian times, dumbass. there won't be some heroic tragedy or anything remotely appealing about your death. in fact, there won't even be a body for anyone to find. you'll be some missing person storyline that'll make headlines for a few weeks, but inevitably ... your case will run cold and they'll have exhausted all avenues but find no clues whatsoever. you'll be another forgotten nobody in no time. your family will probably be relieved their most insufferable member has been wiped from the earth and they'll remember what it's actually like to enjoy life. you think far too highly of yourself, axel. there's no story worth telling when it comes to you. you're just a slimy little weasel with access to your families money, but you don't really contribute any sort of actual value. do you? you act a little crazy ... have a little too much fun ... but you don't mean anything at the end of the day. not to me." kiara shrugged in response, faux pout donning her features. "what a shame. that's really too bad ... it seems so fitting." she snorted at his next words and rolled her eyes ."awe ... was that supposed to a strike a nerve sweetheart ? you know what's even more amusing ? when a man thinks his opinion holds any merit. you don't know anything about me, or what i have to offer. unfortunately, your time is running out and you'll never have the chance to see for yourself. you really should learn how to talk less, axel. it might benefit you just a little bit." his words did nothing to her or for her. frankly, kiara was tuning out most of what he said anyways, found herself uninterested in hearing his pathetic attempts at insults. "well, i guess that's pretty fortunate for me, since i'm not looking to procreate with someone who looks like he could be in knockoff nickleback band." she kept herself mostly composed, wouldn't let herself falter too much in front of this pretentious dickhead. "i think it'd be more amusing to hear reports of your last whereabouts being someplace your parents would never approve of. i have a guy, and i'm sure you'll be meeting him very soon." she couldn't believe she was still standing there listening to the male spew his bullshit, should've definitely walked away by now. it wasn't like he could really prevent her from leaving. "as if i care what you are and aren't into. i'm sure you're very vanilla and incredibly disappointing in bed." as he stepped closer, she took a step back. "oh. does that get you going or something? hmm? you like seeing people cry? — you better stay the fuck away from me. i'm not here for your entertainment. you got that? find some other girl to fuck around with."

He couldn't help but relish in the satisfaction of provoking a reaction from her. It was one of the reasons why he found such delight in getting under her skin. The fire in her spirit was truly admirable, unlike any women he had encountered before. "Sweet! Give him a ring. Tell him to make it as tragic as possible. I'm certain my family would find a way to capitalize on it. The more gruesome, the better. Who knows, I might even have a documentary dedicated to me or gain a cult following. People do love a good death. It could even inspire the next thrilling movie," he said with a mischievous smile. Deep down, he wished her threats would actually intimidate him. Growing up in a household where his own father used more than just words to instill fear, he carried the scars as a reminder. "I'm afraid my mother wouldn't agree to use those exact words, much to your disappointment," he added, punctuating his statement with a condescending smile, determined to further annoy her. He couldn't resist the urge to continue needling her, reveling in the power of his words. "You know what's amusing? Women always proclaim themselves as the greatest gift, yet when stripped of their wealth, what do they truly have to offer? In your case, you'd be nothing more than an average cashier at Target, at best," he said dismissively, shrugging as if her worth was inconsequential. "That's fine, I can survive not fucking a little gremlin" words fell so carelessly from his mouth. "Why should I go to some seedy club across town? What happened to your guy? Come on now, Kiara, get your stories straight. Do you have a guy or do I have to venture to that unsavory place to meet my demise?" he asked, accompanied by a mocking laugh. "Never said I was. I've never really been into that whole 'daddy' thing either. It's rather repulsive," he stated, unable to comprehend the appeal behind such a term. "Interesting, alright. Let's see it. CRY," he challenged, as he loomed over her. "Make it a big, old messy cry. I want to witness tears flow so profusely that even your father would personally grab me by the collar and throw me out. Come on, Kiara, show me what you've got. CRY ," he insisted, taking yet another step closer.