PRIMARY SUSPECT
CHAPTER 39 [ Trap and cage; locked and chained, how can the rabbit run, when she’s being chase?]
BELIZE PUERTE, MEXICO
Facing Paxton upon knowing the truth filled her with the sense of dread.
“Paxton.” Rio whispered, but it feels odd now speaking of his name.
Enrobed, her chest throb. It wasn’t nervousness, nor fear she felt. Peeve and aggravated by that tiniest bit of betrayals, if she is going to name that feeling. It was clinging. Pestering her mind with thoughts that couldn’t keep their selves at bay. It was brewing. Combined with the chaos she had a handfuls of, Rio could feel an upcoming headache on her temples, but she pay no heed. Her eyes were trained across to the man, whom she entrusted herself, probing to believe what his claims before.
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ONE NIGHT STANDCHAPTER 40 [And when all things gets messy; unfortunate fate presumed. Narrowed path route to doom, and then she was save, when she least expected to....]In Belize, there are places, where one could find most people of. A few if in seek of pleasure, it could be in El Casa, where it was prominent for men. Flesh workers and women, wherein they could sink their teeth affront – freed libido, bestial ecstacy as they drowned. Careless at what it cost, a night to remember as what many could tell, but they paid great sum of money. In Mexico, it could buy anything. Luxury, caprices and whims. Dollar bills brought friends and girls. But if it wasn’t one was seeking for, and the solace they sought for refuge, that’s where a few would be found, a bottle of whisky or brandy that could have soothe whatever made deem solemn. It’s in Pandemonium.Same with Ruscov. He
FACELESS VICTIM: ROSALENDA DEL FUEGO CHAPTER 41 [The beast actually never sleep. He take those who should be clean, chastise and soon drive the knife and pray as they perish...]WARNING: [This chapter may contain scenes, which aren’t suitable for an audience below 18. If it isn’t your forte, you can stop reading or skip this part. Read at your own risk. Thank you J ]“What? You can’t fucking stand me anymore, is that it?” It was of a woman voice, who sounded mad, rage dripping from ever thrown words she express.Lenda closed her eyes. She didn’t need to go downstairs to see what has been going on. It was her mother fighting against her own father. It has been going on for months. It was something she couldn’t and wouldn’t understand. It was just hard to comprehend something that happens out of the blue. The
THE DOLLCHAPTER 42 [By all means, and shattered soul; with broken trust, to find herself at pit only took the hope she’s holding onto...]Some would say that there are some people, who keeps holding onto something precious that keeps them alive. It gave them purpose, when there’s none. The only light to where the darkness lies it seep through. It was more than breathing—as if the warmth it made you hold onto would never gets cold. The days no matter how burdens it give, it won’t matter. The scraps left by scars and wounded scenarios that keep you at bay, although painful wouldn’t mean more torment. The fight against life, in spite of how hard it made you suffer wouldn’t felt more bad as it seems, because you knew you have that reason to live.However, for Rosalenda “Lenda” Del Fuego, life felt like it was slipping away from her clutch.&
THE MISSING DOCTOR: DOCTOR MULLERCHAPTER 43 [ At that exact moment, when the world turned its back, and so she get devoured by the darkness that lies on its corner, a hand stretch, but nobody knew whether it’s a sheep or a wolf made for deceit]BELIZE PUERTE DISTRICT HOSPITAL The news spread fast. More likely, every TV stations around Mexico has been filled with the current event, the found corpse, rotten and dump onto the plaza. It was hereby supported by some photograph shown. It was Greg, the man who were believe as the victim of what they called the reaper of Mexico, the face stealer, a thief who stole skin. Gutted, and faceless, if it wasn’t for the tattoo on his arms that serves for the authority to find who he was.“Are you sure?” Dr. Mia Kovval was left stunned.She was beyond astonis
UNDER A DEL FIERRO’S PROTECTION CHAPTER 45 [Crestfallen, she views the world as it is; the sinners were left unpunished, and the innocent were the one who’s been rotting to hell, forgotten and ill-treated...]Due to the anger she felt, Rio did not wait for Jacob to opened the door for her. She stormed out, marching to where she think—no, more likely guess, where could have Paxton and that fiscal was. She did not even mind the stares she get the moment that the double doors from the entrance were pushed open.“Good morning, Madame—” The security guard greeted her, but stop mid way.The look of disgust that had not escape her eyes, but she pay no heed. Perhaps, it was about her clothes and the way she carries herself? What’s wrong with it even? She looks dec
ANGUISH CHAPTER 46 [ When we thought that the world is cruel, we soon realize that it is much crueller—there are darker corners that devour one until none was left, and then all would be drawn, it’s either blood or tears....]Excruciating agony that travelled across is weird. Unseen, yet painful. The distress it brought were like a disaster that destroy many. A lot of people who had suffered, if not left abandon by the world, take on accounts some things to the extent of losing theirselves to how harsh it can be.That’s what she felt. It’s more than an oblivion, where nobody could hear you nor reach out for you. It’s more than the suffering her sickness had brought her into the moment she had been diagnosed by cancer at such young age.[Fun Fact: Certain cancers, such asprimary bone cancer, Hodgkin lymphoma
DEPARTURECHAPTER 47 [The pain brew cast on hold memories, buried and embedded onto the deepest feet to crawled upward and onwards the havoc that won’t be prevented this time—it would be much worst, the destruction that to suppress would cause lore damage and wounds...]NAIA [NINOY AQUINO’S INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT]SEIYA CLEOPATRA BUENAVENTURAThe NAIA airport as usual had the bustling people walking around, some on their phone, agitated, while the other had a smile and excitement brewing on their faces as if the flight bring them memories as if it was their first. Some clad on coats. Expensive suits she could named of striding with their luggage being assisted by some of those uniformed personnel. They looked regal, high-profiled and elegant. And there’s this majority of, who are on thei
THE OLD FACTORY’S SECRETCHAPTER 48[There are things unbeknownst to some, which lies at the back of our head; misheard screams that lay dormant, lies that soon became the truth, and the truth covering what it isn’t supposed to...]OLD FACTORY IN BELIZE PUERTE, MEXICOSome would say that fortune only favours the bold. If you couldn’t risk it, and bet something valuable no matter how brazen and crude the result may have been, you wouldn’t be able to survive. The scraps you’ll get would be in vain. The scars from simultaneously failing at the route y