All Chapters of A Lecher's Quest: Sold For Debt: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Sweet and appetizing aromas floating around the house, on every corner and on every spot, was what woke me up when it crossed the junction that led to my savory smell gland through my nostrils. I woke up and checked the time, it was already 9am in the morning. Wow! I must have had a long night. I glanced around my room and was displeased at the state it was, my clothes hung all over the place like cobwebs, my bed sheet and bed covers rumbled down to the ground, and I wondered if I had slept with someone else, or even two more people. Perhaps, it might be the dream manifesting into reality. All through the night I had weird dreams with someone. Dreams that occur mostly, when you think about someone so much. However, there was one particular matter I wasn't paying attention to, one that I needed to pay attention to anyway. The sweet aromas weren't leaving, plus, it wasn't alone. It had children, and grandchildren. Someone was cooking different foods with diff

There were muffled voices, but one preceded over them, and within a short moment, it all died out and the door was locked. Foot steps lingered, circling me, I could feel him, I could perceive the scent, it was a familiar one. My head kept hurting as flash backs relapsed back and forth, I must have been dragged inside the seemingly hot and red-dark room. The figure stood over me with a short but persistent growl. I finally was able to take snaps of my environment and the condition that I had been put upon by my kidnappers. "Wh—" my strength was just as powerful as a waterproof. "Save your strength for the main course…" he said with an angry tone. "What have you done to me?" Once I realized that I had been tied on a chair, I started struggling, and that was when my breath went up, hesitantly and with a violent kick. "I said, save your breath for the main course!" He yelled at me, throwing glasses on the ground. He must have been hoarding a personal gr

Life isn't as bad as it seems, but I can tell you one thing… it will knock you out before you even say "cheers" Damn, such a bitch. I looked at Pascal, but he was gone, I could tell. There was no chance of getting him back, the girl had him, she had all of him, even his human sympathy? "Pascal?" I asked, in a low, defeated tone. "I asked you a question, girl, who are you and what are you doing here by this time?" She asked, with a threatening face. I was angered, she reminded me of my mother, and her fearful gaze, and I was sure as hell not going to tolerate shit from this shit head, I wasn't going to entertain that kind of gaze anymore. It had left a scratch in my life, and it was just as painful as having salt touch your wound. I looked at the girl and thought for a minute if I was going to talk to her or not. But telling her that he was my boyfriend wasn't going to help matters at all, it would be disastrous, but was I going to lose Pasc

I got to his place, feeling hopeful, and better than before. And I hoped his girlfriend wouldn't be around as well. I knocked on the door and the expressionless face of Pascal met my presence. "What are you doing here? I thought I asked you to leave?" "Just, just hear me out, please…" I tried to calm him down first, so that it would all sink into his heart. His arms were folded and he stood, waiting for my speech. "Pascal I love you, and i—" "Is that what you came here to tell me? That you love me?" he hissed. "I do Pascal, I really do" i said, followed by an expression of confession. "Too late Arianne, I don't buy that anymore" tired of talking to me already. "But I do—" "Yeah? And so fucking what? You don't expect me to just leave my girlfriend just because of you…" he scorned. "Just because of me you say?..." Yes, I was no one after all. he turned her face away from me. And silence ruled for a moment. "

"I swear I never did drugs… What are you even talking about? You are going to die?" I gasped. So God or Jesus is going to die? What the fuck was happening? "Am I not old enough to die?" He asked. A lady walked past us, her eyes fixed at me, and I wondered if Angels had descended to earth as well. She looked at me like I was a mad woman though, how could an Angel look at me like that? The old man started walking away from me. And I had to stop him, I wasn't done with talking to God, why was he leaving? "Hey! Are you really leaving?..." He looked back at me and giggled "oh, you have made my day, young girl, I'll tell my grandchildren about you" and again, another parable. Someone walked past me again, staring pitifully which became increasingly disturbing. "Can you see me?" I asked him. "You see, way too many drugs" he said,. shaking his head. He walked up to the next train taking passengers and laughed at me. "I know yo