All Chapters of Sweet Damnation: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I blew out a tired huff as I heaved Nicholas Salazar's heavy body across the shop into the waiting area where the bolted stool had been set up by the deceased owner. Plus, my face feels hot and itchy, I wanted to yank the scratchy cloth off my face and hurl it on the nearest bin.Why did I ever think that it was a brilliant idea to wear a swatch of cloth from my father's blood-soaked shirt whenever I'm on a mission to rid the world of its number one pollutant? Oh, right! Because the simple cloth, now coiled in my head gives me an identity.When I decided to avenge Mr. Lockhart's death it doesn't cross my mind the level of dedication I have to put on just so I could top his executioners’ handy work.It's a competition nobody knows, a competition I had set for myself to make myself feel good and see satisfaction whenever I stare at myself in the mirror. Maybe then I could call myself an artist. Perhaps, after graduation, I'd publish a book with

“Gah! This is such a waste of time!” I exclaim exasperated as the damn meat grinder won't unlatch how much I tried to wrench it.“Well, if I can’t bring this thing to you then we’ll have to do it the other way around, is that okay with you Nicholas?” But all I’d got was unrecognizable and barely audible words that I can’t even make out. Well, his brother’s tongue and the duct tape really did serve their purpose. Then an idea crossed my mind.“Here’s the thing since these two guys are obviously passed out I want you to wake them, ready?” I asked excitedly, the meat grinder now forgotten.I strode the small distance between the butcher table where Antonio lay sleeping and inspected each butcher knife on the toolbox contemplating which one to use since they were all beautifully made.“Hey, Nicholas which one do you want—” I asked not even glancing in his direction. &ldq

I woke up the next morning in my usual cheerful self well, as cheerful as I could get. After I came home from the meat shop I took a hot shower to cleanse my skin from the splatters of blood, promising myself to take another hot shower in the morning to totally get rid of the smell. Once I was done, I skipped down the stairs to eat a quick breakfast. Mom must have gone to work while I am still in the shower. A five-dollar bill was pinned on the wall near the fridge together with a note.She’s been the Mayor’s secretary for three years. I knew she didn't exactly like her job but as long as it can feed the both of us, she'll endure it.I smiled at her sweet note that says ‘Good luck, Sweetie. Luv u.’“Love you too, mom,” I said in the air.I would be graduating from high school in a month and I'm very excited about it. Speaking of which Vince would be here any moment now so I slurped down my cereal in one go, creating a d

The moment I realized that no one was coming to save me, I had become my own hero.I have killed and slaughtered without care. The truth is I don't have any recollection of how or what did I do. I completely zoned out, consumed with anger and loathing. I only saw black as I felt myself drowning in a molasses-like daze. And there's no other way out but to swim through it and to fight it.I wouldn't be here if I didn't break through that hell.After I burned down that cursed orphanage I got thrown into, I learned how hard to live in a world full of deceit and greed. A world far more worst than the beatings I got from my father.Those things were just physical.The orphanage did a number on my head. The horrible things the orphanage did to me were something no child could ever forget. It was forged and branded on every fiber of my being.The feeling of someone degrading you mentally and physically could slowly drain and kill a child's will to l

A devious smile crept out of my face as I was flipped, my body unceremoniously bent over on a small table near the staircase.“You want it rough huh?” He then cupped my bare breasts from the back. Feeling, kneading, and pinching it making me squirm at the white-hot pleasure he’s sending to my core. “Give me your best shot.” I hissed, breathlessly. I heard him growl at the challenge then––the door slammed wide open.I instantly pushed Vincent off, arrange my rumpled clothes as fast as I could before rushing to my mom. Her body shook in every sob while she was holding on to what appeared to be a box containing her office things.I turned to look at Vince, giving him a meaningful stare. A conflicted look passed through his face before nodding his head. “I'll just be outside,” he murmured which I nodded my head without turning to his retreating back.I ushered mom inside her room, my h