Gemini

I thought it was fate; I thought I was bound by the hot air that tumbled onto my skin whenever he was close to me in the winter. The way he made me whimper when he was between my legs—but that wasn't it.

I should have seen it, the way he stared at me like I was just another disposable pack to be thrown away after several uses. I thought it was love, but I had been caught up in my imagination.

What more could he have wanted from me? I guided him from financial misfortune to grace, but now I'm just a disgrace to him?

How I cried when he tossed his shirt onto the pope's head and stormed out of the hall with my maid Belinda in his arms. Was she that much better than me?

"Gemini!!!!"

My eyes widened as Gabriella walked in; her clothes were disheveled, blood was flowing down her legs, and her hands were typically all numb.

I rushed towards the door, hands in the air as I caught her right before she could crash to the ground.

I could feel the heat, the cold embrace that I cuddled in my arms. Her life force was drained, particularly that in between her legs.

"Who did this to you?" Tears rolled down my eyes, my hands trembling as the blood refused to stop.

"They were three. I couldn't run anymore, Sis." Her voice turned into rasped breaths, pain emanating through her vocal folds.

"Say no more, let's get you to the hospital!" I grabbed my car keys, grabbing her hand and raising her onto her feet".

"I don't think I can make it!"

I clasped my hand, trying my best to hold back the tears that had begun to build up. I knew I should have followed her to meet them from the very beginning; I shouldn't have listened to her incessant insistence.

"Gabriella!" I felt my heart thump as she fell to the floor. It felt unreal; she was coughing, and her cold embrace had begun to become an ice hub.

I held onto her hand, trying to fight the heavens that had begun to comfort her soul. "Please let me have my sister back!"

"Gemini…" her voice rasped. "Stay away from them. I don't want you to leave just like the rest of us."

It finally dawned on me. I had seen this scene seven times. They have taken away seven of my precious older sister just so they could satisfy their sexual gratification.

I'm the only one who hasn't been caught in the loop. I couldn't get caught, not when the urge for revenge kept eating me up.

Was this all really worth it? A community duel that resulted in nothing but pain and agony—how can things like this still exist in such an era?

My ancestors happened to be all cheesy, but they had committed a tragic crime that should have led them right to the underworld—selling their only daughter to a man of higher power for money.

They weren't hungry; they had enough, but they still did it. Why? They wanted a male child and used the money for a deal with the devil.

It should have ended, but it continued, and the link to generations caught up with it. Now all the females have to bear the brunt for the only male child in our family, who's always taken to the upper chambers of the mansion, never to meet with us in a boys' quarter at the outskirts of town.

Seven sisters had died right in front of me because of two male children I'd call brothers. I've never seen them, never heard their names, but I pay the price for their birth.

Having been born with heart complications, I've always been left inside, never knowing how the outside world is but bearing the pain of every dying sister that I've ever loved. Now I'm alone in this world, my drugs are about to crash through the ceiling, and my last sister is about to kick the bucket like the others.

How can I save my dying sister? How can I pull a bloody revenge scene on the men who have done such evil to my sisters and break the devil's curse with such a weak heart?

I leaned back, the sound of my thumping heart lingering in the silent room. Here it was again, my heart complications, the very thing that caused my sister to walk out of the room in the first place.

Maybe dying was optional at this point. After all, there was no way I could foresee such a future where I had no heart complications and could avenge my sister's death with such a body infested by sickness.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps resonated in my ears. Each step louder than the first, I could feel the aura—so sinister. The air began to smell like tobacco with a little touch of sandalwood.

None of my sisters had such a smell. My father? Never seen nor existed to have such a scent.

Could it be?

"GEMINI"

I shook to the call of my name. His voice was deep, commanding, and more dominant than anything I've ever heard. His legs were bigger than Gabriella's; I'd say a size 46 if I passed my shoe lessons properly.

"Who are you?"

He walked before me, standing in between my legs as I was too weak to close them. My heart hadn't become sturdy yet; I was vulnerable, to be precise.

"Gemini!" He reached out again. This time he bent down, revealing his black baggy trousers and his black hood. I couldn't see his face; it seemed so much like he didn't have one. Only wisps of darkness emanated from the hood.

"Do you want your sister back, Gemini?"

My eyes widened as his words crawled into my ears. I doubted everything about him, including his very existence. It must be a dream, it must be so hollow that I'm drowning in it.

"Do you want revenge, Gemini?"