SS: The Devil's Game (RiMa) UPDATED PG 11 - Page 5

His mask slipped on effortlessly; after all he was an actor. He tucked the gun in his back pocket. His wife didn't need to see that cold hard thing in his hand. He braced himself to face her. She was the only person who was able to crack his shell and make him feel something. It was another thing that he didn't want to. Feelings made things complicated and messed with common sense. And she was also the only one that made him loose his absolute control. She didn't know that yet, she probably didn't even know how deeply etched she was into his life or...him.

RK finally looked at his avenging angel. She stared at him if he was some kind of hallucination. And in her eyes he probably was. Not everybody who was kidnapped escaped without even a scratch on his or her body. Yeah, well he wasn't anybody.

His eyes quickly scanned her from head to toe and his fists tighten. What the hell was she thinking? It was clear she was going into shock or worse getting a fever or even pneumonia. Her eyes seemed unfocused and her lips were parted with uneven breaths bursting from her chest. And damn it, he could notice every single detail about her body. If he could, then what about others? Obviously they could as well.

His eyes narrowed. He didn't know what to do except protect her from him and his obvious obsession he had for his pretty little wife. He went to her with his eyes locked on her. He placed the little taunting smirk she understood so well. He knew she noticed because disbelief gathered in those beautiful hazel eyes. She couldn't believe he would do this and he didn't believe he could do it either.

His next words would seal the deal on what she was thinking so he purposely purred his next sentence,

"Biwi, I never thought you could run so fast. A shame really that I didn't figure this out before or I would have enjoyed this show sooner."

Her eyes widened and whatever she had been thinking turned into harsh reality. He saw that some part of her still believed whatever he was implying what a lie but he didn't want that doubt. She had to believe he was a cold-hearted brutal bas***d. She had to. He almost hesitated to say his next words because those would officially crush her.

He gathered himself and gave a humorless laugh, "You couldn't possibly think that me, The Great Superstar RK, could be kidnapped. Or did you?"

He almost went to her and gathered her in his arms. Almost told her that it wasn't true that she could lean on him even... trust him. But he stood there and saw her fragile little heart break in front his very eyes.

I did that. I broke her with my words. I did that.

Disgust rolled through him and those words repeated in his head over and over again. He best remember what he was a...

"Y-y-you bas***d. You bas..."

Yes that's what he was.

His wife with helpless rage in her eyes now was falling. He saw her eyes close and her body turn limp. He lunged for her, carrying her in his arms, tucking her against him and protecting her with his body. He knew what she thought, that no one would catch her.

With the rain beating at a slow tempo in the background, he whispered almost afraid someone would figure out his weakness,

"I would always catch you."