BABY'S POINT OF VIEW
The smell of burnt wood filled the room the moment the door opened. It's somewhat sour from the chemical involved making me cough. Certain parts of this enormous mansion are still on fire and you could hear the crackling pine burning, suggesting that the arson occurred just a few hours ago. While the smoke could be seen for miles, the camouflage device would conceal everything.
He made his men use a fire squelching agent to separate half of the smoke. There's also a grey sand-like material being thrown to pave the way in the mansion, disipating the black smoke.
I look back as I hear more vehicles and see loaded trucks with the same powdery substance backing in, so it seems that his whole team came in prepaid for this plan.
When we moved forward in the mansion. Me following his footstep, I didn't realize how broad his shoulders were, his built we're define giving his attire a more intimidating vibe.
My eyes were teary as we walk in more and my cough seemed to pop in and out. As I'm being dragged by one of his guys, I see my captor return my stare.
I unknowingly held my breath. His eyes were so bright in this dark place. Just looking at my whole form.When he realized I wasn't wearing any shoes, he made a motion to the man who was clutching my chained wrists.
The tall muscular guy easily carried me bridal style and continued walking with the rest of the group. I say thank you as i cough on his suit grateful somehow given my situation having someone to carry me at this tired state, I kept my eyes shut as I feel my body exhausted from all the harsh treatment I've received.
I felt my body being softly laid on the floor, and when I opened my eyes, I saw a man a few feet away, wearing a black bag on his head, knelt on the floor, half of his body dangling because his hands were bound to a burnt post. He was surrounded by tall men who towered over him. Anyone who looks at his body can tell he's been battered to a pulp.
The bag was removed as they showed the boss his face but I couldn't see who he is for my view is being covered by the men towering him.
A few more second, a groan is heard, the man's voice did really sound familiar. the men was task to clear for my viewing pleasure. My eyes met the unrecognizable man. Both of his eyes are swollen along with his bloodied nose. His sweat and blood are mixed, dripping down on the floor. His head is being pulled back by the same jerk who assaulted me.
My arms were dragged again to stand up, I'm sure there's already bruises forming being touch so roughly and I was face closer to the man.
I know him even with the bloodied swollen face.
"Astor"
I couldn't believe it's him. My mentor who I haven't since I came back to join my aunt and Carly. His name couldn't leave my mouth, seeing the state that he is in, it made my heart rate accelerated, my lips started to tremble and my hands are now shaking.
It all clicked in my head. This is Astor's old family Mansion, I've seen it in photos when I trained under him, he talked about how beautiful this place was and that one day he will bring us here. The camouflage system was born because of this place for his family had so many secrets.
The next person in my thoughts was my Aunt Madonna. The last time I've seen Astor. they were together for Aunt Madonna's treatment but I can't say anything not knowing what these people know or how we're connected.
My thoughts were interrupted when I heard Astor speak, calling my abuser by his name with a hoarse voice.
Charles.
That's his name, finally got this bastard's name.
"Cha-Charles, you're late for the party. Who is the new meat?" He has the same humor smile, while his head gestures pertaining to me. He can hardly talk from all the cuts on his lips but I didn't miss how he pretended not to know me, that's a message itself.
Astor looks away from me and stares directly at the man who he seemed to have history with.
"Oh that's right, the pretend game again? It seems everyone in your family likes to steal and forget to check who they're messing with. Unfortunately for you Astor, I have no time today." Charles reached in his pocket to grab a lighter and sparks the flame on Astor's legs. the flame quickly made half of Astor's body burn.
I screamed with Astor in agony but his was louder, seeing this savage man burn my beloved mentor put me in so much distress. I have to do something before the flame reaches up even more.
"Stop please. please stop this, I'll tell you everything you want?" I pleaded. This man is not to be messed with, I saw in his eyes that he will really kill Astor.
All my pleas are not being heard till I screamed his name as I've come to know "Charles please stop this." I beg for Astor's life. I beg harder.
Charles takes a bottle of extinguisher and sprays it on screaming Astor as the flame sizzles, his clothes are all burned exposing second degree burn. Charles chucks the bottle on Astor's head making his body limp and unconscious.
"Astor no, Astor wake up." I called out his name for him to stay awake. I never cried harder my whole life. I want to run to him but the same man who carried me kept my whole body in place, his grip was so tight. I'm thrashing all over just to get close to Astor.
My head was locked in place and I couldn't move. They deliberately want me to see this.
I started yelling for Charles to let Astor loose. He had called two men on stand by while taking off his suit and as if on cue, One is holding a bowl of water and another with a white clean towel. I didn't stop yelling for Astor's life as I cry at the same time.
He rolls off his sleeves showing his muscles forearm, he takes his time rinsing his hands and wipes it on the towel, throwing it on Astor's unconscious body landing exactly on his head.
"What do you want, tell me?" I screamed for Charles to get his attention before does something again to Astor. He can hear my voice rugged.
"Names, I want names." Charle's demeanor is still playful as if he just didn't set someone on fire. This man is beautiful on the outside but clearly derange and very dangerous inside.
It took me a few seconds to realized that he owns the lab from our last pledge. He wants revenge and he's asking me to give up my family. I have to sacrifice myself, I can't let anything bad happening to any of my girls. I stopped all my movements and drew in a deep long breath, a couple of times.
Attempting to get rid of the feelings, I have to put on a brave face."No." I simply say as I'm still trying to get ready to talk. I need to think fast I can't let him kill Astor, he's the only one who can tell me where Aunt Madonna is at
"No?" Charles mimics my answer and his expression changed quickly to another level of evil hearing me say No.
"I mean, No. No other Names. it was just me." I tried my best to make it sound convincing. "I'm the only one who hacked in your system and knew exactly who, what and where to extract the formula. It's all me. let Astor Go."
He started laughing uncontrollably, his whole men joined him on it as if I really said something funny. He mock every single thing I just said when he finally got his composure. "Alright Baby, I'll bite. Tell me how?" He had his men stand me up, as he touches my lips.
I gulped down, feeling the dryness in my throat. I calculated the things that I'm about to say, Astor's life depends on it.
"I created a worm that can multiply within your system and your security program won't notice it. Before your people could catch it, the worm already made a bunch of holes within to house it's babies, however getting the worm out can only be retrieved inside your turf physically, I disguised as an auditor, made a mirror copy of the housing system for one worm is enough to extract information just by inserting it via rogue code."
I made sure to clearly say this lie to make it more believable because I have no idea how Carly got around their area, and the retrieving part was her responsibility.
There was just silence after I spoke.
He was just glaring and I wasn't sure if he believes me.My hands started to shake when he turned his back to walk towards the direction where Astor is tied.
Panic arose, My mouth was open once more.If you let Astor live and let us go, I will give you $150 million dollars." This statement caused him to halt his headway. he stated that he is uninterested in money, but that when the sum is large enough, everyone can be corrupted. I know what he's capable of, and I'm terrified of letting him take me and see what kind of torment he has in store for me.
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CHARLES I haven't felt excited in a long time, but having Baby as my new toy gives me a new game this season. I wonder how long she would last with me. I have never met anyone, let alone a woman who was able to snap out of that Dream engine so quickly. Who is this girl? What is she? It would have been so much fun if she had stayed in there for a few more minutes before I could reach that damn lab. I would have taken her subconscious to a different level. The way she screamed gave me the push. I could keep murdering and fucking her in that trance without killing her. The thirst for that thrill is rising fast. I wouldn't have believed she's a retriever if she didn't come out of that trance so fast. I wanted to laugh at her face when she thought she got captured by the government. She really must be doing a lot of work for the different low ranking mafia agency but with that type of skills she could be easily identified in a much bigger deal. Whoever said bad guys couldn't win,
Baby The very last emotion that washed over me was regret. This is the state of feeling repentant over something that failed. So this is what really defeat feels like. Defeat. In a flash it brought me these questions, What do retrievers regret most the moment they knew their dying? The moment they look death in the eye for him to take them? Is it failed relationships or not even having one? Is it maybe missing opportunities to be real normal people? or just maybe simply living life more? As expected, these questions are only answered when it's too late. As for my luck tries to avoid me, my regrets wasn't the same. Regret said hello the minute I took the gun and aim it at Charles's head. I hear all his men guns' elegant cocking ready to fire at me. I'm surrounded by his men. I look around for a possible way out, but the only exit is behind Charles and so many of his men blocking it. The pressure is real, I feel my sweat dripping more, His eyes were so bright and his wide m
Baby Five newly bald shave men wearing black jumpsuits were kneeling on the field, I can't see their faces for their back are turned however anyone can see that their bodies are trembling uncontrollably. These people don't have their hands bound in any way, with their built they can fight back or flee. I'm confounded as to why they chose to stay still as Charles' men are nowhere to be found to deter them. As I look closer, there's a tiny illuminating bar code on their nape that appeared also along with the rest of the codes and panels on the plain white wall that can only be seen once the contact lenses are used. "Who are they?" I asked, finally breaking my silence. as I still can't believe this is all happening to me. What does Charles have on them. "These were the same people who paid you to steal from me." Charles voice had a taunting hint, as he continues to talk he gives out small chuckles in between, showing excitement that he has caught us all. "See, I'm supposed to be s
Baby Has it really only been eight days since I've loss control over my life? As I lay in this tub, flashes of Charles forcing me to participate in an act against my will haunts me. I just want to stay in the water until all the pain washes away. I've tried to get up but my body just wants to stay in the water. Pain. Is all I feel, I try to shut things out but everything just keeps coming back. My body has been flipped on the table, my stomach smack on the surface, and I feel the sharp edge of the table digging in on my thighs, Charles has spread my legs, his body in between, keeping it wide apart, I feel a hard slap on my butt cheek before he caress it, I feel him put his thumb touching my butt hole's ring before fully inserting it, I start squirming and wiggling my way as the feeling is uncanny. I heard him yell making me stop as he pulls my hair, I felt my whole head burn as he yanks it hard. "Baby I'm being considerate, did you know this is the best position in losing your v
Charles After I claimed Baby, I'm unable to stop thinking about her. She completely has consumed my obsession. The minute I am away from her, I imagine her trying to do something stupid to herself again. I've never cared this much about any woman in my whole life apart from my mother. When I saw her trying to drown herself deliberately in the tub something in me ignited to possess her, I don't know what it is but I can't leave her alone. I am surprised at myself because after tasting her, I developed a strong desire to be around her. I am well aware of her current mental state, and I'm excited to subdue her and watch her accept the new life she's about to engage in. I could tell that I succeeded with making her believe my threats. She's been very obedient these past three weeks.Fear. This is an unpleasant emotion but very crucial. Fear keeps people in line when they have an extreme reverence towards someone above them and torture is one way to instill this. I have had enough of
CHARLES'S POINT OF VIEWThe process of being brought together again as a front unified whole seethed me and this old grand theater full of artifacts that have been openly purloined is bringing memories back.Our great grandparents were normal people who just simply ran their empire before crossing paths with ruthless people. After getting burned, they simply took matters in their own hands and created a new world of terror. Playing nice wasn't on the table in the real world, you simply need to accept what you are and use this in your advantage to manipulate people and money into your power. Before you know it everything will fall into place as long as you're willing to simply sacrifice everything.SIMPLY.My father's favorite word. There's nothing so simple about being his son, yet this word barrages in our heads, making us think that things are all easy in this world. Easy to get, easy to kill, relating this to a six-year-old boy is not so simple but good for my brother, He had it si
I've always been good with updating on time! make sure you click that star for a new chapter. ——————————————————BABY'S POINT OF VIEWThe will to continue to live despite this torture comes down to one goal. I need to get my hands on those Nanogex. I can use that to cure my Aunt Madonna, for she will fix this mess we caused and to do that, I need to compel my mind to do the one thing I'm trained for.Survive.I need to survive. If I die within 11 months, Carly will know something is wrong and she will definitely look for me, but I'm afraid she will never know who she's up against. I can never take that chance of putting her life in danger. All I need to do is get Charles to trust me.I know I'm still in the city; I was trying to figure out where I was, but Charles caught me snooping, mistaking it for what appears to be another attempt at suicide.There's something sinister about the way he looks at me. I could see he wanted to keep me around, and he enjoys assaulting me. I stare at h
BABYTo be subjected to this unpleasant pain is genuinely frightening. Charles was true to his words. The minute we got back, I got slammed hard on the wall of the same room. I got my whipping. He didn't like that I still had a fight in me. He made sure that I feel the sting when he slowly slices my skin on all parts of my body. His eyes were determined to squeeze out all the blood in me. He didn't stop at bleeding me. He then took a paddle and started hitting my ass while I lay, feeling all the cuts bleed out some more. "You better think twice before pulling a stunt like that again." Charles sucks on my nipple gently right before slicing the skin under my breast.I get Punches on my face whenever I'm starting to drift. He would spray some kind of chemical to keep me up, and this went on till it's morning, for he laid me on the table, barely breathing while he eats breakfast. I stare at his face with my blood dried on his skin all over as he takes a bite of the sandwich, not bot
BABY'S POINT OF VIEW Hiding my fear was very difficult, with my voice shaking coming out tiny. "Please, Charles... Please don't hurt him. He's just a baby." I say, my tears are falling nonstop. "I will not hurt my son, but I can't say the same for you," Charles says, gently putting our tiny son back to sleep and laying him in the crib. He sprayed something on him, in my conclusion, one of those sedative sprays. I felt a sudden urge to run and grab my son, but he was quicker than me when I felt his arms wrap around my waist to stop me from reaching my son. He grabbed my wet hair with a very tight grip, burning my scalp. I'm full of fear even to fight back. He quickly drags my small frame compared to his to the bed. "What did you do?" I started crying loudly. I'm sure someone heard my cries. "Don't worry; our son is safe. "Charles issues an air swipe command, a movement that I haven't seen in a while, it railed in all my traumas back into my system. Suddenly, the noise downstairs
BABY'S POINT OF VIEWIt's true what they say: nothing can ever prepare you for the overwhelming sense of responsibility that comes with becoming a mother. It has only been recently that I have been able to sleep through the night after three months of averaging just five hours of sleep each night.MotherhoodBeing in one gave me a whole level of respect for all mothers. I'm simply grateful that I live with my sister, who has provided me with all of the assistance I've needed with my growing son, particularly when the doctors determined that a C-section was necessary due to the placenta obstructing the hole for the baby's birth.After two months, the scar has begun to heal, and I'm relieved that all of my weight gains had disappeared by the second month. Perhaps it's due to nursing, or the half-hour walks I take with the kids in the afternoons, but today we were forced to miss all of our normal daily routines. Because of our appreciation, we organized for the team's reunion, just a sma
CHARLES'S POINT OF VIEW A white flare pierces my eyes, and I get a whiff of a sour and acidic cheese flavor that immediately follows."Fuck," I shout, and it reverberates across the whole room. I managed a sliver of a chuckle, since who would have imagined that I would ever find myself in this situation? This is the smell chemical that they use to wake you inside your trance state. The trance machine effect isn't working on me. I know a lady is on her way who will give me the impression of my mother at any moment, so I glance around, and there it is, the familiarity of my old bedroom from a period when things were much easier as if this illusion would really work on me. How can my brother be so completely ignorant of the fact that I would be aware if he ever placed me in this situation? I'm sitting up in my big old bed, which still has the same soft cover when the lady walks in exactly on cue as anticipated. Her steps lead her to me, and I halt her until she reaches the base of the
BABY'S POINT OF VIEW The exquisite make-up that I loved so much and the assistant spent a long time on is now smeared with Charles' blood. I swallow hard at how awful I appear when I gaze in the mirror in this airplane's lavatory. There were dried tears and blood all over my face. The cool water felt wonderful against my skin as I washed my face clean and a small bruise was already appearing from the hard smack I got. Both my hands were never this dirty. I rushed to clean it, with my head trying to grasp the idea of finally being over. I tried to remove all the blood and dirt as much as I can off of my face, "Hold on Breath it's over" I chant repeatedly as I try to believe everything that is happening. All of the terrible memories are beginning to resurface and all the assault goes in the back of my brain. All those days he manipulated me and ravaged my body quickly comes back to me. The sensation of my body beginning to tremble prompted me to grip the sink tightly in order to
CHARLES The second she opened her eyes, coming out of that trance, I knew there was something special about her. I knew she would make it very interesting for me and she didn't disappoint. The first time I heard her beg, I knew it would be so easy and that she was already going to be mine. She's breathtakingly gorgeous, and when combined with her incredible physique, she can bring any powerful man to his knees. Baby was destined to fall on my hands and learning how pure she was just added to the excitement of the circumstances.I've never met a woman before in my life who is willing to go to such lengths to save her family's lives, but everything has a limit, even her dedication. I was already anticipating that she would get weary of the same old, same old threats against her family members.The only way to keep her alive and moving on was for me to give her a purpose. I need this one to stick for good, and having the baby within her will help cement our relationship even more. The
BABY'S POINT OF VIEWAll of my motions have been limited, and this includes walking. They have me hooked up to a machine that causes my body to be partly paralyzed for a few hours every day to help me complete rest while the bleeding from my placenta is occurring. Every three hours, a designated person comes in to stretch my limbs and sit with me while several experts are carefully watching me.My baby.The term itself is identical to my given name. I recalled my father's explanation of why they named me Baby, and it brought back memories. All the time, people ridiculed me for my unusual forename. Still, my father, as he always did, was excellent at explaining the significance of my given name to their most cherished and youngest daughter, which I appreciated. As far as we know, our great grandmother had the same name as our grandmother, who was well-liked and respected by the community for having an enormous heart and refusing to listen to detractors. I recall him telling me that no
BABY'S POINT OF VIEWMy pupils are constricted. Charles's body is in front of me, and I can feel tears streaming down my cheeks as well. I'm feeling a lot of pressure about what's about to happen to me. My mind is already preparing for the agony that is about to occur to me. I'm sure he didn't subject me to watch all those tortures these past days for nothing.Finally, the back of his finger brushes against my wet cheeks. My body has been trained well from flinching his touch. "Baby, look at me." As I open my eyes to look at him, he commands, slowly cupping my cheeks with both of his hands. The only thing I could utter with a slight tone."I'm sorry.""I understand. Let's blame it on your hormones." Charles responds as he removes the rifle from my grasp. His whole demeanour was so calm as if he knew that I didn't have in me to do it.He issues an air swipe command, and a group of people rushes in—plating meals and setting the table.The only time he was able to calm my nerves a little
BABY'S POINT OF VIEWMy nerves are highly strung, I regret even trying to have a conversation with Rich. I asked one of the attendants to call Rich so that I could have a word but I was informed that he's already left for another location. I sigh deeply as to why did I have an outburst like that, I have really been acting crazy lately, and on top of that tired most of the time but who wouldn't act crazy if you were to be put in this situation?I finished the dinner prepped for me, another of Charles doing, I was told that I have to consume whatever is on the plate regardless If I like it or not. I try my best to remember the last time I actually ate something very oily and fried, it is all I've been craving lately. I have tried to request for something close to that sort but when it was presented in front of me, it was quickly taken away orders by Charles according to Rich. The whole team that's been working on polishing me all afternoon seems to have gotten used to my gloomy mood.
BABY'S POINT OF VIEWThere's always a difficult thing that comes along with all of the simple things. It is customary for Charles to take me to situations where he tortures individuals so that I may see what he would and could do to those who disobey him. Despite the fact that it had happened a few times before, I could never get used to it and would typically end up sobbing till I passed out.The fact that he claimed to have people for literally everything was not an exaggeration. He was known to have a specific group of people who would provide him with clean towels whenever his hand became soiled with blood, and I remember those guys from the day he set Astor on fire, which also happened to be the same day I was tortured in the lab by him. I have only hazy recollections of who cleaned me in the lab, but I believe it was the same crew who belonged to this category of job description.I'm sure he also has a group of retrievers who he has under the payroll. I'm dying to know who he hi