Chapter 34
Two days ago/ flashback
Somewhere in another part of the city….
"I'm glad you escaped Carl Campbell's men and did not let out our women trafficking mafia details to them." The leader thrust his fork on the roasted chicken and the three men sitting before him on the other side of the dining table almost jumped from their chairs as if the fork was stabbed on their hearts.
"But what is the guarantee that Carl's men wouldn't come behind you again?" The mafia leader cleaned the corners of his lips smoothly with the napkin seated besides.
"Sir, we swear, we will not let out a single piece of information about you even if we have to shell away our lives." The leader displayed nonchalance and cut the leg piece of the chicken with the knife like he was separating a man's leg from his body.
The three fishermen gulped heavily in fear, noting each of his actions. "This is what I do not like with people, pouring out sentimental and emotional dialogues which have no meaning. Psst!" He shook his head in disappointment and within a blink of the eye he was before the man who spoke hitherto.
Bending down to match his eye level he spoke perilously, "nothing is more important to a person living in this world than his own life. The fear of death is installed by God in all living beings since their birth. If somebody says they are not afraid of death, then they are lying to you.
Whenever Carl's men come hunting for you, you will shell away every piece of information about me to save your lives." He laughed sadistically and suddenly turned serious, staring at them.
He forked the fish finger from his plate and forcefully pushed it through the man's throat. "Why are you all not eating? I invited you to dinner in my house to celebrate your successful escape from Carl's minions."
The leader was a dangerous man with a hypocritical personality. There is seldom any similarity between what he says and does.
"Sir we are glad, we could please you." The second fisherman added hesitantly gulping down his disquiet.
"Let us find out if you could really please me." The leader said and turned to his father. "Dad, get me that glass which I put on the kitchen platform." The leader closed his dinner wiping his mouth with the napkin and washed his hands in the washbasin behind.
It was then the fishermen saw spots of blood on the neatly cleaned Italian marble floor. Their hearts began to race like a rocket into the sky in trepidation.
"Oh you might be wondering where those blood spots came from?" The leader cleaned his hands dry with a hand towel.
"Don't you know your dear friend and colleague has been missing for the past four days?" The fishermen's kernel sank in unrest. All of them went fishing and this was the time of high tide but their friend had not returned home for the last four days. His wife Rose is very much worried. He went fishing into the sea with them on Monday morning and after that they have not seen him. They were worried about where this conversation was leading them to?
"Have you gone to his home and enquired about him with his wife and children?" The leader asked. Just then a maid came and placed a bowl of fruit pudding before him on the dining table with trembling hands.
"How many times do I have to tell you not to put cherries in my sweet dish?" He threw the desert on her face. The maid shivered with dread at his action.
"Damn woman!" He murmured and signaled her to wipe the drops of desert which fell on his face.
With trembling hands the maid gingerly cleaned his face like she was cleaning a glass article.
"I love when you turn a terrorized doll by my actions." He yanked her small frame into his arms and kissed her fiercely with force like a lion attacking its prey.
The people around who were forced to witness the action had to bow down their heads with shame for they couldn't save the helpless girl who was crying desperately for mercy.
"I am here to offer you extra pleasure tonight, my dear friends. You had a good American dinner of roasted chicken, fish fingers, lasagna with brown rice and fruit pudding. Why not close this evening with a beautiful woman in your bed?" The leader held the girl firmly by placing his hand around her waist in such a way that it surely might have implanted his fingers on her skin.
Her eyes were bleeding tears pleading with each one of the fishermen to rescue her from the devil's clutches but none could have the courage to even look at her, leave about saving.
"Okay if you do not want to enjoy her, I will do that and all of you can watch the show like nursery kids." He teased and one by one started removing the clothes of the lady.
The woman was whimpering. "Please do not do this to me. The loan my dad took from you was long back paid by me by serving you. Why don't you allow me to go? You told me initially when you employed me that I only have to be your maid and clean your house but now you are using me like your whore. I am not a slut, I plead with you to release me."
"You bloody bitch, I give you a little liberty and you talk like a chatterbox." He slapped her so hard that blood sprinkled out of her lips like a fountain. She coughed between her cries and spat more blood.
"Go and wash your mouth. I cannot kiss you like that." He threw his words reckless like a master towards his slave.
The woman came back mewling her cries within herself. She was walking around naked least caring about the men who were watching her like hawks.
She then walked to the bed and lay down like it was a routine for her to go molested. The fucker hovered over her, licked and sucked her breast. Sara, the hapless girl closed her eyes tight as if the act would swallow her away from reality.
He did the same to her left breast too. A moan went out of her coercing her to sexual pleasure.
His hands brushed down and cupped her cunt. Sara at once raised her upper body from the bed ignited by passion and fell down almost reaching her orgasm.
"That's my girl. I love it when you respond to my touches like this." He kissed her with hunger of lust.
She moaned again but against his expectation slapped him so hard that the imprints of her fingers vested on his cheeks.
The leader glared daggers at her unanticipated advancement but smiled serendipitously. "I love your spitfire attitude. Well, you indeed need to be rewarded for your bravery."
He kissed her so hard that after a moment the girl began to scream with pain which unfortunately reduced to soft bleats because of his demanding smooch.
After he released her the compelled spectators could see her lips injured and bleed a river going tomato red.
He then squeezed her breast, pinched her waist hard, that the area turned red and roughly inserted his finger into her clitoris, fingering her.
She turned her head side to side spirited by pleasure.
He unclothed himself while meddling her clit and gave his shaft into her mouth with its tip already dripping with precum.
Sara sucked it like it was her breath while he finger fucked her. The moans occupied the room like a thick fog.
The father of the leader came forward and inserted his penis into her. The moans of the lass followed the groans of the father and son.
Each one of them took turns in fucking her until they were fully satisfied and then the father of the leader who was silent till then gave out a malicious laughter.
He walked inside and came out in a few seconds with a glass filled with blood. A heavy smell of tincture wafted in the air from the glass.
Both the father and the son were equal monsters, the only difference being the son exposes his wickedness to the world but the father doesn't.
The girl dragged her feet from the bed to the bathroom while weeping, dressed herself and came out. She wasn't even able to walk properly with the enduring pain between her legs.
"Oh you might be wondering why I placed this blood filled glass here? So any one of you have the idea where your friend went? That's him." He pointed to the glass and clapped with delight as if he was sharing very good news with the fishermen.
No sooner he gave the information one of them rushed to the sink with the sudden intensity to puke. The other two silently sniveled for the loss of their friend. But could not dare to question him though they were balls of fury. "Psst, I am sorry for your loss dear friends but what can I do? One of Carl's men was behind him and he was about to expose me to them. To keep myself safe from his dreadful mafia, I had to kill him. But the pitiable man wouldn't stop getting me the benefit even after his death. He is like the hen which gives golden eggs. You know I sold all his vital organs including his eyes to the hospital of Carl for a demanding price of fifty millions and the poor guy doesn't even know about it."
One of the three men couldn't stop but let out his anger. He looked at him disgustingly. The sardonic attitude of the leader was replaced with anger. "I do not like your face." He declared powerfully like a nasty ruler.
"So now that you showed your temper upon me, you should get the punishment too. Unless you drink your friend's blood, you will not go out of my home with life."
"I will not drink my friend's blood and I also know whether I drink his blood or not you will kill me. You are a carnivore who is mistakenly born a human but with not even a trace of humanity." He spat the words with venom and tightened his lips.
He got up from his chair and slapped the leader which got him flabbergasted and before he could respond shot himself on his head for an instantaneous death.
The other two made use of the opportunity, stabbed the leader with the knife resting on the table in his belly and fled from the place with the woman he just raped. The father tried to stop them but they spontaneously took the pistol from their dead friend's hand and shot the old man on his leg, making him paralyzed.
"Catch those scoundrels." The leader barked the orders to his security. One of them got injured but both the men were smart enough to attack them back and raced out of the place with the woman.
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