The Jamaican Soul in Darkness
Rena stood beneath the flickering streetlight, shadows dancing around her like whispers of forgotten dreams. The vibrant colors of Mexico City washed over her, a stark contrast to the darkness swirling within. It was here, in the depths of her despair, that she contemplated the twisted journey her life had taken.
The decision to flee Buffalo, NY had been impulsive-driven by an unbearable need to escape the chains of her struggling existence. She left behind not just her job and home, but also her ex-lover, Behanzin, who embodied everything a human male could ever possessed, until he made the mistake of propositioning her into the prostitution ring. He was so easy to walk away from, unlike her ethereal soulmate, a powerful figure cloaked in danger and allure-Jahazap. The embodiment of everything she feared and craved, a riptide dragging her into an abyss she struggled to resist.
Finding herself in a city where the air was thick with opportunity yet weighed down by despair, Rena tasted the bitterness of desperation as she wandered the streets. Being propped up by her past and present misfortunes, Rena was far from the girl who used to explore the world with passion and curiosity. Now, every glance in the mirror revealed a stranger-a dark soul, haunted by desires so intense they threatened to consume her. The very thought of embracing what resided within her pushed her toward the brink; a power she both feared and craved.
In moments of quiet, she recalled the warning from her soulmate, a being whose existence was both a blessing and a curse. His ethereal presence lingered in her mind, reminding her of the fragile boundary between light and dark. "To gaze upon me is to risk your survival," he once said, a warning that had fallen on fearful ears as she let her heart drift to the physical realm, seeking the thrill of human connection.
She felt the urgency mounting-it echoed in her chest and throbbed in her veins. Whether it was the essence of danger calling to her or the allure of the unknown, she tried not to be drawn towards Luke's ultimatum. The biggest drugs lord in Rochester whose money she needed to survive. "Find a man in Mexico, Rena. I'm tired of supporting you," he had said, meanest lacing his voice.
With no other options, she embraced her predicament. Rena walked the streets with head held high, determination lighting the darkness within. She would become the hunter rather than the hunted, reclaiming her power.
