The Mysterious and Sensual Market II~Pamela I had no idea what to look forward to as I joined the rest of the night buyers in the large white tent. There was some sort of drinking and mingling going on as I walked in with Dwayne and his entourage. It looked like a freaking costume party as excited murmurs filled the air. I looked around and cursed as the I made eye contact with the crazy eyed woman from earlier. Her and the man who I assumed was her husband kept watching me like I was prey. It made me feel very uncomfortable and I glanced elsewhere. "Ignore them, Pamela, people like them find it difficult to take no for an answer," Dwayne said in assured tone but I was not convinced. "You just told me earlier that you would agree with them just to mess with Stephan," I reminded him. "All is fair in war, Pamela but I am man of my word, no harm shall come to you," Dwayne said. "Come, let us join the party, we do not want be rude, after all, it cost me a fortune just to get this
Long Road of Blood. ~Delmundo I had no idea how many times, I must have dozed off but I could tell the we were safe. When I looked at the rearview mirror, I saw that cars were following us closely behind. At first I was alarmed but Frank was relaxed and so was Joe. It meant that the numerous vehicles behind us were filled up by my men."Formation," Frank grunted into his phone and three cars overlook us and stayed in front. While some drove farther away to see what enemy was coming. "How far are we from home?" I asked Frank. "Quite far boss, the damn hospital is far into the city, probably two hours away," Frank answered. I cursed under my breath. I had to endure over an hour of motion sickness. I wondered how I had survived such a long drive when I was still unconscious. "Have men search the whole entire city for Pamela, she still has to be here," I said to Frank but I was not feeling hopeful. I knew that she was far away for some reason. "We will do that but you need to get b
The Merchant of Death. ~Pamela All sorts of things were sold on that podium and most of the items on display made me sick. The pale kids were all sold to separate people. I watched with a horrified look as the children fought against their new owners as they were forcefully separated. The lady that I had a physical altercation with bought a boy not older than fifteen. The boy looked almost feminine and soft. It made me wonder about the depraved things she was going to do to him. I tried to forget all about it because there was nothing that I could on the long run. The entire thing was so disheartening to bear witness to. Although, the objects that were being displayed began to pique my interest. A floppy disk safely secured in a transparent glass box was put on display. "This object ladies and gentlemen contains the coordinates to the whereabouts of the legendary Spear of Longinos, believed to have been the spear that pierced Christ," The auctioneer proclaimed with an almost ferv
The Merchant of Death II~Pamela The sudden outburst of violence surprised and intrigued me as I looked at the unconscious man on the floor. I glared at Artem with a new found respect. The native man bowed politely and waited patiently. From the look of it, this was something that happen often. I looked around for his partner but she was nowhere to be found. "I am sure he came here alone, his mistress has got herself a new toy, he is no longer useful," Dwayne said and turned to the direction of where the ferry was docked. I remembered when the creepy lady had outbid another couple for a fair skinned white haired teenage boy. I shuddered as I tried to imagine what that woman would do to the boy. I followed him back to the boat. Wordlessly, I let Dwayne helped me unto the small boat and we began our journey back to the cabin in the lake on the mountains. It felt like I was stuck in a fucked up fairy tale. "I had no idea that he could move like that," I said to Dwayne, my voice fi
Lovelorn. ~Delmundo I had to heal in two different ways. The first was physical while the second was emotional. I was doing the first very well but the second one was going to be a little hard. I had stayed out of the actions that had taken place the past few months. I was healing up and training my mind and body with a little meditation and acupuncture from Georgia, I was almost back to a hundred percent. It was hard to keep my rage at bay during these process. Although, I was behind the scene, I still called the shots. I knew that my mem were anxious about my health and lack of action after what had happened to me. They were all waiting for my signal for retaliation but it was too soon and I preferred to bide my time than rush in head first. It was not about how well you fought but how long you lasted. I planned to last for as long as I could. Out in the streets there was an uneasy ceasefire. I had spent the days healing up at Frank's place because it was the smart move. Only
105. Life Away From Him~Pamela I was afraid when Dwayne brought me back to the city. I was afraid he was going to deliver me back into the hands of Stephan as a form of his brand of a sick twisted joke. There had been a sense of foreboding when he said war was coming and I had been apprehensive throughout the journey back home. The helicopter had taken us to the Nepali Airport where a private aircraft was waiting for us. I had been a two boats and helicopters but never a plane or even a private one for that matter. The experience was a pleasant one and I tried to enjoy myself as best as I could but I mostly slept through the flight due to staying awake all night and fighting off perverts. The pilot interrupted my sleep with his abrupt announcement making us aware that we were landing in a few minutes. "Welcome back to the real world, how was slumber land?" Dwayne asked in a light tone as he peered at me. "have you been watching me sleep the whole time?" I asked feeling slightly
~PamelaThe first few months, there was peace. Then blood spilled.I had settled down very well with Simon and Daphne. I was skeptical at first about the fish they claimed to sell but it turned out that they were legit fish farmers. I even learned how they ran their business and occasionally helped out if I was bored.Dwayne— I had grown very used to him that it was a normal thing to see him come around. He had mafia business so he did not have much time to hang out. Sometimes, I was anxious about what he did out there and wondered if he ever came across Stephan.However, that was a fleeting thought. I was enjoying the freedom this island afforded me. I had grown to love Black River Town and every weekend Daphne and I drove through the town just to have fun. Of course there was a few down side to it.One of them was living through the incessant "games" Simon and Daphne played between themselves. I had once walked in on the both of them and what I saw was unwanted and seared into my br
DelmundoThese days, it was getting harder to stay calm.I was filled with unbridled rage most of the time and I had lashed out at my men even Frank more times than I could count. Deep down I knew that it all stemmed from Pamela's unexpected departure.My body and soul yearned for her as I went on or tried to move on with my life. My men were out on the streets relentlessly clamoring for any news that could lead me to my Pamela. But it was no use. She was nowhere to be found.Without thinking, I went to the place where we first met. I had no idea what I was going to do there but something just pulled me towards the place. It was foolish of me to leave my hiding place due to being wanted by the council and Dwayne.However, I was feeling clustered in the Cabin and also going a tad bit crazy because the angry voice in my head would not shot up. Something had changed within me but I could not name it. The few passing months had been relatively uneventful.I used those times to heal up an
~PamelaI joined Georgia and the ravens in the house as the last line of defense in case the men outside fail to repel Dwayne's men. I endured many minutes of gun shots and death cries. The door was being hit with bullets but it did not penetrate through the door.I realized in terror they Stephan was out there among those flying bullet. It took all the will in my body not to run outside to Stephan. More gun shots and shouting took place outside while I stayed inside almost losing my mind at the thought of Stephan dying."We should be out there, helping," Minerva grumbled "Yet we are in here shaking in our boots, while the men have all the fun," She complained.I did not want to agree with her but she was right. However, Georgia shut her down."This is not battle of the sexes, Minerva, we all have a roll to play here and we will," She said in a stern voice.Minerva did not have any time to reply before a deafening and earth shattering explosion rocked everyone to the ground. The force
~DelmundoThis was the first time I would spill blood for someone whom I loved.The was the first time that I fought for someone instead of something. This was the first time I was fighting for a cause. For legacy, for brotherhood, for family, and as hard as it was to believe, love.I, Frank, Georgia and Pamela sat in the dining room hatching our own plan of action. Minerva had bad new."They outnumber us three to two," She said in a serious tone."What does that mean?" Pamela asked with an innocent demeanor.I stifled a laugh. "Means they outnumber us a hundred times our two hundred men in the area," Frank said."But we still have the advantage though, we know he is coming," I said."There is a way to give us a fair advantage but it will mean that one person is not joining the fight," I said."And who is that going to be?" Minerva asked, looking ready to protest if it was her."Frank, it's going to have to be you," I said."And what will I be doing, Boss, if I am not out there rippin
~DelmundoI could not bear to watch her go.I could not witness anyone leaving me again. I had sat on the sofa watching the bed that Pamela used to sleep in. A concerned Georgia, every chance she got, would come and check up on me.I could not blame her for doing so, after the whole thing with the pistol. She was checking to see if I did not have any suicidal urge which I assured her that I didn't. However, she had insisted on checking and I agreed to keep her mind at rest.It was going to be hell trying to live my life without Pamela, but I had been through one before. It was going to be a long road to healing from this pain I was feeling. I had begged frank to help me see her home safely. I was afraid that I would develop difficulties when it was actually time to free her.The next best thing that gave me some modicum of sanity was this room. Her scent was everywhere in the room and it felt like she marked her territory before she left. I took in her odors and aura as I sat. Even th
PamelaI left Delmundo mansion that day. I did not know how he did it but a loading truck had pulled up in front of the house. Men in moving uniform were taking my belongings into the truck and I was downstairs in the living room with Georgia.She looked sad to see me go but believed that the right thing was happening. It was better for everyone this way. Stephan was nowhere to be found but I knew that her could not bear to see me leave him again for the second time. The moving men were already done so I gave Georgia a long overdue hug."I do not know how to thank you enough, please do no miss me too much," I said to her as tears threatened to fall from my eyes."Take good care of yourself, Pamela and do not forget me too quickly," She said. I nodded and let her go. I turned to the entrance and found Minerva waiting and looking a little bit downcast."Hey, I do not like you much but still, it sucks to see you go," She said and gave me a hard pat on the back."Thank you?" I said. Miner
PamelaHe got me a new phone and told me that I could call whoever I wanted. There were no restrictions. That gesture was the most tempting of his offers but I was not going to give in. He knew that I was itching to talk to people and by people, I meant my friend Tiana.It would be an opening for him to dominate me and it will start that rollercoaster of a toxic love. A hot, sensual, debauched and addictive toxic love. I hated him so much and I loved him as deeply as well.It had been a painful revelation to me when Stephan told me what Dwayne did. I knew that I was a chess piece in his bloody game of war but to go to that extent. I tried to imagine the emotional pain Stephan had gone through just seeing that dress.When he told me, I ran upstairs and cried into my pillow. Stephan had said it to get a reaction but he would not see me break. He said it to hurt me. That had always been that problem. Him, taking your space and body and giving you pain returnStephan Delmundo sucked at lo
PamelaAs the days under his tyranny grew longer, I grew colder toward him.I had lived with two different types of men and I could tell the stark difference. Dwayne had been patient even though I was not into him that way.Stephan was suffocating and always hovering around. He had taught me something unknowingly and that was to always observe people. Now the more I looked at him, in silent observation and dull eyes, the more I saw him.These past few days had been very difficult to be around him. All those times when he had been forcing me to speak to me, caressing, cajoling, coaxing, begging. I had wanted to give in. For a Mafia lord, he was very good with words. The way he begged me was alluring and tempting."Let me into your high tower, Pamela, it's cold outside," He had once rumbled in my ear. I was not prepared for it. It had taken place in the bathroom. He said while our bodies touched. Then, I had almost succumbed to his hypnotic words but I managed to snap out of it.I wante
~DelmundoIt became an unhealthy habit to orbit around Pamela. The things that I bought her were ignored and abandoned in the corner of the room. Georgia helped me rouse her from bed today again because she just laid still and stared at nothing.It became an unwanted routine. I will try to break the ice and she would in return give me the cold shoulder. Truth be told, I was running out of options and I could not think of a new way to get through to her. Eat, sleep, and bathe. That was all she did.She talked to Georgia but she would not speak to me and as ridiculous as it sounded, it made me so jealous to see Pamela open up to her and not me. Today like yesterday, she was still on the bed and silently so. I sought out Georgia again for a new set of advice.This time I found her in the kitchen making hot soup that had a chicken-flavored aroma. It was midday and I had just given Frank the usual order to be on the lookout for anything suspicious. I had no doubt Cage was on the move. I co
DelmundoI left her room confused and concerned.QIt was going to be tough not to hear her voice again but it was more than not talking. She showed no interest about leaving the room or getting off the bed. Since I was not getting through to her, I decided that a couple of gifts could change her mood.There was just one problem, I had no idea what could cheer her up so I did the next best thing, something I never thought that I would ever do in a long time. I sought out Georgia at the garden in the back yard. She was tending to the koi fishes in the pond.She had a forlorn expression on her face as she went about her work. Something was up with Georgia too. I could never understand how emotions applied to women, they were always a big mystery to me."What seems to be the problem, master Stephan? You have been standing there for a while," Georgia said as she threw crumbs of feed into the pond. I saw the colorful fishes flutter about to eat the crumbs."I need your help, Georgia," I tol
DelmundoGetting her back into my life did not feel as good as I thought it would be. The victory felt more like a loss to me. Although I had her back, I felt like I had lost something in return. I did not want to admit but it scared me when I saw the light dim in her usually bright eyes.It terrified me because, I was responsible for what she was going through. When I had taken her back from Dwayne's territory, she had passed out from the shock, pain and stress. She was out unconscious until night fall. I might have struck her too hard but not enough to leave a mark or bruise.I knew that she was going through some form of headache but was just proving tough. I hovered by her room listening for any sounds to see if whether she was sleeping or awake but I heard nothing. Her behavior had me worried. I was too pumped up to sleep so I stayed awake all through the night.I paced back and forth the hall till I could not take it anymore. I was curious about what she was up to so I gently pu