Amanda woke up to someone moving her around. She heard a gunshot and people screaming in response to the shot fired.
She heard a threatening, raspy male voice say, "Everyone down on the floor! Lay the fuck on the ground now!""Welcome to the land of the living," Placido said as he moved Amanda, helplessly strapped to a wheelchair."How? What the fuck?" As Amanda spoke, she did so with difficulty because her jaw was slightly broken.Placido chuckled wryly. "We're going home sweetie. I can't believe your bad luck. Yuuno, it's funny how you jumped off a cliff to end right back in my hands."Amanda agreed with Placido inwardly.She felt hurt all over her body, but her mind was too distracted to focus on pain. She looked up in surprise as Placido rammed the wheelchair through the double swing door, and she frowned at the disrespect with which he pushed her around.She wondered if she just used the wheelchair for this particular moment or if she had broken her hips and spinal cord during the fall and that she was bound to remain in the wheelchair till death do them part.'Focus!' she told herself. 'Hmm, by now, enough time would've passed for the Puppeteer to notice my lack of communication.'Briefly, Amanda felt a beacon of hope, but just as Placido entered the hospital's receptionist floor, her face crumpled into a weary look. Amanda had just realized she'd asked the Puppeteer not to interfere since he had more significant issues than Senna Black.'What a mistake!'Amanda watched the men pointing their guns at the people lying on the floor with disdain. She recognized them as the men who had earlier joined Placido in chasing her to the cliff.As Placido wheeled her out of the hospital, the men slowly backed out of the reception with him. One of them opened the back of a waiting van, and the other man joined Placido in hauling her into the back. She couldn't believe she was being transported back to her captor. Placido was right. She had terrible luck.Suddenly, she saw Placido looming over her with a creepy smile. Then she looked closer at him and saw him holding up an injection."I guess this time I'm going to stick the needle in you for good, finally," Placido said, injecting Amanda in the neck.Amanda had felt the light fade out after being injected. She woke up groggily to the sound of guns firing as if she were in a war zone.Naturally, she responded by trying to run, but rather than feel a burst of speed moving forward, she ended up toppling down with a wheelchair, and she groaned in pain.Her eyes scanned the room from her current position on the floor, and she noticed how the walls around her were indelibly stuck with bloodstains. She wondered about the amount of people's blood that was attached to the wall. She wrestled with what was going on as the sporadic shootings continued.'If only I could unstrap herself from the goddamn chair,' she thought as she writhed in pain from even trying to move a muscle.'Oh fuck, I seem to forget that I managed to survive a great fall, and almost every bone in my body is useless now.'Suddenly, everything was quiet. All at once, the shooting had stopped, the door to the room creaked open, and then came in a pair of black boots.Amanda's eyes traveled up to see who had just walked in. She was almost expecting it to be Placido or Senna, and she was shocked when she saw neither of them. The man whipped out a knife and cut Amanda loose."How did you locate me?" Amanda asked, feeling a sharp pain as she spoke."Oh Amanda, when will you learn that the Puppet and the Puppeteer are inseparable?" the masked man answered. "An invincible cord binds us together. So, every step you make as my puppet, I feel it.""How-""Rigorous training," he answered, knowing what Amanda wanted to ask next. He helped her onto the wheelchair.Amanda nodded slowly as the Puppeteer wheeled her out of the room. She couldn't believe he'd emerge on such a daring rescue for her.She also wondered what rigorous training he had gone through to enable him to infiltrate Senna's club single-handedly, kill every guard on duty, and walk out as if they were just checking out of a hotel.***Senna kept on thrusting his hard dick into the new girl, Balia. Earlier, he'd approved of her for insubordination when she questioned his order to apologize.Balia squirmed in disgust and moaned unpleasantly as Senna ravaged her body. She felt dizzy as he pounded her harder and faster, his breath ragged from possible exhaustion from beating her pussy for over ten minutes. She was tight, and he loved it, loved how her inside clenched firmly onto him. She wasn't as wet as the other girls he had been with, but it was nothing a lubricant couldn't fix.Balia had been begging him to stop for so long that she was already too tired even to make a sound. It hurt her from the very beginning. She hated how he groped her boobs, pinching her nipples to tease her. Senna enjoyed the pain he caused her. It pushed him to go in for more.Balia's voice began to fade."Don't you dare pass out on me," Senna growled, slapping her cheeks frequently to keep her awake. "I want you to feel everything I do to you."He slowed down from the fast thrust, watching her expression as tears clouded her eyes, but only to push himself back inside her, harder, to hear her scream.Senna was satisfied that he did."Yes, this will teach you never to question me. Understand that you belong to me, and I will do as I please with your filthy ass!"He pulled out again, only to push himself back in, also earning another wail from his victim.Balia wanted to cry out every thought of hate she had towards him, wanted to reach for a knife and stab him till she bled every life out of him. He had tied her down to the bed, and she could barely move. She knew if he even released her, she still wouldn't have been able to make much movements either.All she could do was cry. She was loud at first, but after a few minutes, Balia could barely make a sound except the ones forced out of her from the pressure he continued to apply.The walls were closing in on her, and her eyes began to drop, but this didn't stop Senna."Please," she begged."Shut up.""I'm sorry," her voice was merely a whisper this time.Senna glanced at an incoming call on his cellphone and let it ring out. He received a text almost immediately saying: 911. Once he saw the emergency code, he immediately climbed off Balia Telese and threw on his sweatshirt."Hold tight bitch. I'll be back in a minute," Senna said as he left the lady tied down to the bed to call his caller back."Yo, what's up?" Senna said.Balia saw the change in Senna's facial expression, which seemed to suggest that he had received a piece of bad news.She couldn't suppress wishing that the bad news, whatever it was, would've just made Senna's heart give out. She helplessly watched him as he left her tied to the bed without saying a word."Set me free...Please..." She grasps for air.Seven months later...BALIA"I want my husband!" I screamed amidst the searing pain that threatened to tear through my body. "Where is he?""He's on his way, ma'am." A voice I couldn't make out said to me.I lay stretched out on a fucking stretcher, and I could only feel the slight movements and bumps as we moved higher. Soon, the wheeler stopped, and another sharp pain tore through me, moving from my abdomen up to my head. I grabbed the ends of the stretcher tightly, sinking my teeth into my lips until I drew blood."Senna! Where is he? I want him now!" I cried as the sound of doors opening permeated through my ears."You need to calm down and focus on the pain. Your contractions are getting longer by the minute," A feminine voice came. It was firmer than the first, and she sounded hurried. "Get her out of the stretcher and gently place her on the bed. Make sure her legs are wide open enough. Her labour is drawing near."I wanted to get this over with as soon as possible. The pain
SENNAIt had taken a lot for me actually to do this. I had a lot of time and nerves because I could feel the thud of my heart threatening to tear out of my ribcage.It was unlike me to feel this nervous. The last time I felt that way, I'd been twenty years younger, so why was my palm sweaty?Tina assisted in preparing the table, and we decorated it to the best of our ability. And now, it was almost dusk and the perfect time to bring her out here. Just as I walked towards the kitchen, I heard Tina and Balia talking excitedly, and my chest was filled with so much warmth that spread around my body. When I got to the door, I leaned against the lintel, one arm folded over the other as I watched them both before deciding that I was giddy enough not to wait anymore. I cleared my throat, and she turned immediately, smiling as she walked towards me. "Hey, Darling." "Hi, there. You look different...good." She said right when she stopped before me. a "Know something else that loo
BALIASenna had his men drop off the luggage in my room before going to get a few things from the car trunk.I still had the bouquet. Tina took them from me, but not after pulling me into a tight hug and shedding a few tears.I walked into the house, noting how things had slightly changed. New decorations were up, and the house had more life to it. I smiled, happy that he wasn't home wasting away and just doing nothing.I was standing by the window when his arms snaked around my waist and pulled me into him. He buried his head into my neck and inhaled deeply. "I'm happy you're back. I was afraid for most of last month." "Why?" The tip of my fingers brushed his knuckles softly. He sighed. "I thought you were going to leave me. I don't deserve you, Balia. I don't. It would help if you didn't even want me after everything that happened. I ruined your life from the onset. Why should you want to be with a man like me?" I twisted my body to face him. "Because I want to be? I wan
BALIASenna had insisted on sponsoring my vacation to Trinidad and Tobago. It was a dual island in the Caribbean nation, bothering Venezuela.I had taken flights, stopping at different countries and touring most of the time we had there, and when we finally got to the island, we were welcomed warmly into a restaurant with Creole cuisines, tasty and flavourful. After having a fulfilling meal, I took a cab to my hotel and booked a room for a week before retiring to my bedroom.It felt good to be here, away from the world you are used to. Here, the people are different. The atmosphere is different. People don't breathe over your neck or try to snoop into your daily life.Oh well, that's what comes with being a tourist. I could live without having to identify with any community. My first night here was terrific. After I had gotten well-rested, we got a call from the tour guide, informing us that we would be walking to a specific beach. I grabbed a shawl and a jacket, not knowing wh
BALIAMy fingers were shaky when I was done reading the paper in my hands. My eyes brimmed with tears, and joy flooded my whole body."Oh, my God!" I cried, nearly crumpling to the floor, but Senna quickly caught me. I sobbed against him. "You did this for me?"He nodded. "It was a long time coming.""I don't know how to thank you, Senna." She grabbed his shirt and sobbed into his chest. "I don't know what to feel. It's so much joy. So much fucking joy." "I understand, sweetheart. I do."I looked into his eyes and pulled him in for a kiss. He took the paper from my hand and placed it on the desk behind us before wrapping his arms around my waist. His tongue pushed into my mouth, gliding over mine as he scoured every corner. He consumed me. So much that I felt like I was going to burn under the intensity of this kiss, but I didn't. Instead, new feelings bloomed from my insides. With every trail he left behind with his fingers, it sent new sensations, sent new messages to my brain. It
This was a man who had a lot bottled up. Who had kept his cool for several years, not wanting to break because he had to lead people because he had to be strong, or the world would swallow him just like they did to his family? This was a man who had experienced his dark days alone. A man who had lived with the haunting memories of finding his family already bled to death on the floors of their home.He hadn't expected to break down, but this was it. This was it. He was tired of holding in so much emotional baggage, tired of being strong for everyone. Hell, he was tired in every area of his life, and all he needed was to take a break. All he needed was to feel something other than lust, hatred and the need to kill. He needed a dopamine hit. Not the one who got briefly after sex or after a kill. He wanted to feel real love. Real happiness, and he wanted to be loved in return. As much as he had hated that feeling for a long time because he was being avoidant, he couldn't deny that ther