The High Circle

As we glided through the dark clouds to a private island, my mind became restless. I tried to hide my distaste behind a smirking smile. I pretended to enjoy all the conversations, the crystal champagne, and expensive caviar.

Life seemed lavish flying under the sun.

But inside my chest, my heart was screaming loudly as if it wanted to break my bones and fall down from the sky without a parachute.

Mr. Jeffrey Epstein, arched his hands on the expensive leather chair and pulled back his seat and signed effortlessly, nibbling into a delicious grape and cheese loaded on the big tray. The catered food could feed a room full of hungry people.

He smiled at me and whispered slowly into my ears while tapping on the pictures on the big screen. 

“When we land, you’ll be a member of the high circle,” he said confidently.

“You get to meet big celebrities, royalties as well as the most powerful men on earth. Just like them, you’ll enjoy the companion of younger girls. It’ll be like heaven on earth,” he said sipping his champagne from the crystal glass.

I wanted to vomit looking at the photos of those underage girls. It was heart-wrenching. They couldn’t have been more than 14 or 15 years of age. Some of them even looked way younger than 10.

I could feel my rib cages cracking in soaring pain. Imagining the heartaches, shattered lives and broken families were unbearable. But mostly, the loss of innocence in those beautiful girls’ eyes was nerve-wracking.

My daughter is a year older than them, and if Anybody ever hurts her like the devil sitting next to me, I couldn’t even imagine what I’d do to him. I’d just cut off all of his limbs, and snap his neck like a stick. 

“Are you alright,” he says, staring into my eyes as if he read what was nagging me inside.

“Yes, I’m fine,” I replied, trying to disguise my disgust.

I lied.

I had to obviously, say something that’s not suspicious.

“Sometimes, when I get excited in the air, I tend to get airplane sick,” I concluded.

I wish I told him he was the one making me nauseous. But all I kept thinking was the end of the road for this man with such a dark heart was coming up soon, and I should bear his company for just a little while.

The truth was, I wanted to shove him off the airplane, as we were flying 30,000 feet above the ground.

As we climbed down, the pilot announced that we were about to land.

When we descended over the green pastures and clear blue water, I let out the toxin poisoning me during the long flight and inhaled a breath of relief, and danced with this thought until we touched down. 

No, I won’t, you repulsive monster. Besides, when we land, you won’t ever see a light of a day again. You will instead be sleeping in a small block cell until you die. If it was up to me, you deserve more than a cold concrete; I’d badly tortured you and let your soul rotten in hell for eternity, you evil and wicked son-of-a-bitch.

midnightink 8-5-2020