PART 6

Elgar closed the small door to the place where the ashes of the late Angela were kept for the last time. The man bowed in respect, didn't leave immediately, and stood in the corridor of the crematorium's row of ashes for quite some time.

"I will find your daughter and seek out who has killed you," Elgar said.

"I won't let your daughter disappear just like that; I promised you to protect her, didn't I?"

Elgar remembered the first and last time he met Angela. The woman who was helpless in the hospital bed at the time and uttered words that made Elgar very sad.

"Thank you for coming here. How are you, Elgar? You've grown up a lot," Angela said.

"I'm besides being okay, Ma'am. I apologize for coming to see you late; I truly regret seeing your current condition," Elgar replied.

Angela sighed. "Elgar, I know you're a very kind person, and I also know my time is running out." Angela paused for a moment, her hand gripping Elgar's fingers tightly.

"Please, take care of Carista for me. I realize that if I stay longer, it will only burden her life," Angela said softly and sadly.

"Don't say that, Ma'am. I feel guilty if I can't take care of her properly. I don't know what to do if I meet your daughter."

Angela smiled faintly. "Create a bond where she can't escape from you."

Elgar was surprised; he wasn't used to having a serious relationship with a woman. Elgar was used to a free-spirited life like having one-night stands with any woman without being in a committed relationship.

"I trust you, Elgar."

Angela's words were still vivid in his mind. He suddenly felt guilty for not being able to protect the woman as Angela wished.

Ah, Carista... it's been a week, and Elgar hasn't found her anywhere. Even the last phone number that connected him to Carista suddenly became inactive after she sent a photo.

"Sir, are you done?" a guard asked.

"Yes, I am."

"Miss Riz contacted me; she's angry because you've been hard to reach lately."

Elgar sighed. For a week after Carista left, he mostly isolated himself at home. He sat in a chair, occasionally lifting his feet to the window sill, his lips occasionally holding a cigarette, letting the smoke envelop his whole body.

"Tell Riz I don't want to be disturbed at the moment," Elgar said.

"But Miss Riz is already at home."

Elgar was somewhat surprised, but then he composed himself. He didn't say anything more but left the funeral home and continued his journey back home.

Elgar and his eagle-like eyes monitored the evening traffic. He hoped to find Carista among the crowd of vehicles and people out there.

He missed her so much, the woman he had indulged in bed all day long; her moans still echoed in his ears. Carista was like a Goddess Aphrodite sent only to fill the emptiness in his life.

***

The car finally arrived at the house, and a woman in a mini dress was already waiting for Elgar at the front door. Her face was truly beautiful due to the thick makeup, and her lips, adorned with bright red lipstick, immediately pressed against Elgar's as he stood in front of her.

"I've missed you," Riz said.

Elgar ran his fingers through the woman's long hair, his hand moved down to fondle her chest and then teased Riz's intimate area, causing her to softly moan.

"What brings you here? Don't you know I'm busy?" Elgar asked.

Riz smirked. "Busy? I don't see you being busy. I do see a lot of condom wrappers in the trash, though."

"Hmm, it seems this naughty crocodile no longer likes me." Riz kissed Elgar again, deeper and more passionately this time.

Elgar reciprocated Riz's kiss, not pretending that he didn't want to be indulged today. "Let's continue in my bedroom."

"Of course, you naughty sir," Riz said, pulling Elgar's tie and leading him like a dog.

Once they reached the bedroom, Riz immediately removed her clothes, leaving her completely exposed. She moved sensually, her actions aggressive as she forcibly stripped Elgar of his clothing.

Her long tongue danced on his neck, shoulders, chest, stomach, and ended at Elgar's core. Elgar began to moan restlessly as Riz began to devour him, moving her hips with a pleading expression on her face.

Elgar couldn't take it anymore; he took full control of Riz, gripping her hair and moving her head as he pleased.

"SHIT! YOU'RE CRAZY!" Riz exclaimed, emotions taking over after Elgar's rough treatment.

She pushed Elgar onto the bed, crawled on top of him, and joined their bodies. Long moans echoed endlessly in the room. The cool air from the air conditioner seemed to have no effect on them.

Sweat continued to soak the bed sheets and blankets, as Riz repeatedly led the battle of passion, overwhelming Elgar.

"You lose, Elgar," Riz said.

Elgar sighed tiredly. "What do you want?"

Riz chuckled. "What else but our marriage?"

Elgar was getting tired of hearing that answer. He grabbed a cigarette and held it between his lips. "I've told you before that I won't get married."

"So, you want me to give up just like that?" Riz asked, disappointment in her tone.

"I'm not asking you to give up, Riz. You're the one who's demanding things I can't fulfill, like your wishes."

Riz clenched her teeth; she felt like tearing Elgar apart right now. "Well then, let's continue our game and make me pregnant!"

Elgar laughed heartily. "Pregnant? Do you think I want to have a child with a slut like you?"

Riz's patience was truly tested; she felt demeaned, even though she had heard that statement from Elgar's lips many times before.

"I've done everything for you, Elgar. I put myself above other women, as long as you belong to me."

Elgar exhaled cigarette smoke, his devilish smile looking down upon the naked woman still on the bed. "I never asked you to do everything for me, Riz, because I can get what I want without begging anyone," Elgar said, then flicked the half-burnt cigarette into the ashtray.

Next, the man's head slipped between Riz's thighs. His thick tongue made Riz moan uncontrollably, her body writhing for satisfaction once again.

"Elgar, let's do it and finish inside me," Riz pleaded with a hopeful face. Elgar stopped. He didn't fulfill Riz's request but instead went to the bathroom to clean himself.

"ELGAR...!" Riz shouted in frustration. Shortly after, the bedroom door opened, and two large men appeared, immediately taking turns to touch Riz.

***

Elgar drenched his entire body under the shower, occasionally enjoying the moans and sounds of pain coming from the bedroom. Elgar deliberately timed it and instructed the two men to go to the bedroom because he wasn't really interested in Riz at the moment. Even when they engaged, Elgar only imagined Carista.

"Where are you, Carista? Are you trying to drive me crazy?" Elgar grabbed his bathrobe and returned to the bedroom, paying no attention to the two-on-one scene on the bed.

Riz looked overwhelmed, perhaps on the verge of passing out, while the two big men under the influence of aphrodisiacs seemed unsatisfied with playing with Riz.

The heartless Elgar left the room without looking back at Riz.

"Hana, have you prepared what I need?" Elgar asked.

The middle-aged woman nodded. "Yes, Sir. Everything is in your office."

Elgar thanked her and hurried to his private office. Hana had prepared some snacks and a cup of hot chocolate on the table, as well as a laptop and a flash drive that Hana had requested from the CCTV staff.

The scenes in the video stored on the flash drive played, and Elgar smiled as he watched all of Carista's movements recorded there. The woman remained incredibly beautiful even under camera surveillance, sweet and innocent.

When the scene shifted to the bedroom encounter between Carista and Elgar, that's when the man's desire flared up again. He unzipped his pants and began to pleasure himself.

"Ah, Carista..." Elgar started to moan loudly, satisfied even though he was only gazing at her face and body movements.

It can be said that Elgar was crazy and lewd; he had become obsessed with the woman who had been his captive for a while but had now disappeared.

Thick fluid stained the tissue in his hand. Elgar exhaled a satisfied breath, then turned off the laptop. He promised himself that he would watch that scene every day.

Ddrrtt...

Elgar's focus shifted to his vibrating phone; one of his guards sent a text message that suddenly made his eyes widen and alert.

"Sir, I've found a trace of Miss Carista. Can you come to the headquarters now? There's someone claiming to know where Carista is."

***