CHAPTER 6
I woke up at around 3PM later that day feeling like a whole bus drove over me. On my night stand was a glass of water and some aspirin. I smiled as I thought to myself how amazing it is to have your own servant. I put the pills in my mouth and swallowed the whole glass of water at once. I stood up, struggling to walk straight because of all the alcohol from the previous night and went to the bathroom to take a leak, but while I was pissing, I felt the urge to take a shit as well so I sat down and took care of business. I must have been in there for about 10 minutes or so. When I got out of the bathroom, I saw that my bed had already been made up. Eliah came back in the room, handed me some coffee and said that there is food in the kitchen so I can come down and eat. I thanked her and started drinking the coffee while slowly going out of the bedroom towards the kitchen.
I went down the stairs, into the dining room and took a seat at the table where Vladimir was sitting with a glass of whiskey in front of him. Just the smell that came from the glass made me want to throw up. I couldn't understand how he was able to drink after what we drank last night. He was reading the newspaper and the front page had a story on it about a drug bust that happened at another club in town, not far from where Vladimir's club is. He looked at me, smiled and continued reading. I think he saw that I had quite a hangover after the previous night's shenanigans and I could see he definitely had no sympathy for how I was feeling.
Eliah came in, set a plate in front of me and then went back into the kitchen. They had prepared beef stew with rice and potatoes. Soul food after a night of heavy drinking.
Vladimir put the paper down and stood up. Just before he left the room he said:
"When you're done eating, come see me in my office'"
I nodded my head in acknowledgement and started eating. It was the best plate of food I had ever eaten in my entire life, but my system was still very fragile so I couldn't even get half of the food in. I forced myself to eat as much I could get in before calling Eliah, saying that I was done eating. She took the plate away, leaving a cloth for me to be able to wipe off my face. My chin was covered in the sauce that was made for the stew.
After Eliah left, I wiped myself off, then stood up and made my way to Vladimir's office. I sat down and he offered me some of the same whiskey he was having while filling his glass again, which I declined of course. After last night I don't even want to see alcohol. Vladimir laughed hysterically and told me that I shouldn't be a pussy, but he was not going to persuade me into drinking any alcohol today no matter how hard he tried to manipulate me. I had enough of that for a while. I always saw myself as a person who can drink but they let me feel like a little kid with the way that they drank. Then he started speaking:
"Gordon, it's time that we get started on your journey on becoming King. I know there are a couple of people that you would like to get revenge on so that's where we are going to start. We can start small and then work our way to the top, to the people you hate the most, your mother and father."
I felt a tingle in my stomach and couldn't wait to take my revenge on these fuckers after all the shit they had done to me and put me through. The only thing that bothered me is that I still had some questions that I needed to be answered before I can commit myself fully. So I asked:
"Vladimir, excuse me for asking, but I need to know a couple of things before we carry on."
"I knew this was coming and I have all the answers you need, so ask whatever you want."
"First of, how did you get all this? This beautiful house, servants, drivers, how did it all happen?"
"Well Gordon, a long time ago my grandfather was also in the position that you are. His parents threw him out, he lived on the street, had no food, no money. He was on the brink of committing suicide. He got a rope and a small chair and was planning on hanging himself from a jungle gym in a school yard. It was around 11PM and there was no one around so it was the perfect moment for him to do it. They would only find his corpse the next day. He tied the rope over a bar on the gym and put the other end around his neck and was about to kick the char from underneath him. At that very moment, just as he was about to hang himself, a spirit appeared before him. He stopped what he was doing and stood there in shock. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. The devil was standing right in front of him."
"The devil?" I asked with shock.
"Yes, the devil himself came to my grandfather."
"What did he say? What did he want?"
"He offered him a choice. Kill himself now and go to hell or sell his soul to him in exchange for wealth and power and still go to hell when he died. Either way, he was going to end up in hell so that made it simple for him. My grandfather didn't even hesitate in answering and immediately said he wants all the power and money that he could have. So, with a grin the devil sealed the deal using the blood of my grandfather. He cut the tip of his finger using his fork and then licked it."
"That's it?"
"In short, yes. The devil came to him on some occasions requesting that my grandfather does certain things for him, which he of course had to do. It was all part of the deal, but after that night my grandfather's life changed miraculously and he had more than he ever dreamed possible."
"What things did he have to do?"
"I'm not sure Gordon, that's all that was told to me through generations."
"But how did you then get all this? I can understand you inherited most of it, but there must be more to it?"
"Yes there is. My father did the same thing as my grandfather and then I also made that same choice."
"So the devil came to see you and your father as well?"
"Yes he did."
"Why would you want to do that?"
"Why not? I have everything I ever wanted, even more actually. People fear me, I am powerful. I am living the best life that any human ever can. Who would not want this? If I had a second choice, I would do it all over again."
"Yes, but…."
"No buts Gordon, that's all you need to know for now. The rest will come when the time is right."
Vladimir turned around and walked out of the room. This was all so strange. What did he then mean that I will be the next King? Will it then also be expected of me to sell my soul to the devil? I don't know if I would want to do that. It would be a tough thing for me to do but I decided that I will cross that bridge when I get there and that for now, I would just take things as they come. There's no use in over thinking stuff. In the end the world tends to unfold like it should.
After a few minutes of sitting there and thinking about what I had just been told, I stood up and walked out. When I got to the stairs, Pete was on his way down and said that I should meet him in 10 minutes at the tool shed outside. I nodded my head, went to my room and put on some shoes.
I then made my way outside to the tool shed where Pete was busy pulling out hammers, axes, knifes, scalpels and all sorts of things. He had a bag with him and then picked out the things he wanted and put them inside the bag. He looked at me and said:
"Pick your poison."
"What are we going to be doing?"
"You said you wanted revenge right? This is revenge. Pick the things that you can imagine doing the most damage with. The time has come to have some fun."
I looked at him suspiciously but then looked at all the available tools. All sorts of ideas were running through my head of how I could hurt people with what lay in front of me. I took a scalpel, pliers, screw drivers, a hammer, pair of thongs and an axe.
As I looked up I saw that Pete had a big smile on his face. Almost as if he was saying, "that's my boy."
He handed me the other bag that he had with him and I packed all my things I had chosen inside it. We went to a minivan that was parked a few metres away and loaded the bags inside. It was an old white van that was rusted, scratched and dented all over. It had tinted black windows and there were no number plates. We were going to go in unmarked so that we won't be seen or so that no one can trace the van and find us later. Seemed as if this was not the first time that the van had been used for this sort of business. There was a stench of blood coming from the van as you opened the door at the back. Pete said that they normally steal a van or car, use it once for whatever they needed to do and then disposed of it to ensure that they don't leave an identity trail or anything that could link any person to the scene, but this van had stayed with them for a couple of years and for some or other reason that he couldn't explain they just couldn't get rid of old piece of shit. Seems like it had major sentimental value.
We went back to the house and Pete said we should get some rest, maybe get a little naughty time with our servants and then we will meet again at the van at 21H45PM. We will be leaving at 10PM to go and get the job done. This sounded good to me. I could use some more rest after the previous night and a bit of sex would definitely not do harm. It might help calm my nerves a bit. I was quite anxious because I knew what was going to happen later on, but also very excited. I had been waiting a long time to be able to take revenge and now finally it was time.
I got to my room and Eliah was sitting there, waiting for my return and asked if I needed anything. I was still a bit confused after all that had transpired during the day and just asked for a glass of milk and some more aspirin. My head was still sore, I had a nasty hangover. She left the room and I went and sat on the edge of the bed. I had a strange feeling inside me regarding what was coming later that night, but I was also happy. I was finally being appreciated and someone has taken the time to take care of me and be there for me, but I still couldn't help but think, who were these people and what do they exactly do? I figured that some things are just the way they are and that I don't need to break my head over any of this. I was a firm believer that some things will sort themselves out in time.
Eliah came back with the glass of milk that I asked for. I downed the entire glass. She took the glass from my hand, put it on the cupboard and then got on top off me. It was as if she knew, felt, that I had some stress and tension that needed to be relieved. We started kissing and fondling. One thing lead to another and before you know it, we were having sex. We were going at it like two wild animals. She had the most amazing boobs, fake but they were firm and it felt amazing. Her pussy was also very tight, felt like I was fucking a virgin. There was no feeling, it was just plain, hard sex and I enjoyed it. I took all of my frustrations out on her. When I was done, I turned and lay flat on my back, staring at the sealing. Eliah got up, put her clothes back on and went into the bathroom. After a couple of minutes she came out and left the room. I know I didn't last long and I surely did not care at that moment if it was good for her or not, I just needed a release and she helped me with that. I was just lying there, thinking. It felt like the sex just got me more focused and I couldn't wait for 10PM so that I can get my revenge. So I got up and looked for clothes that would suit the occasion. I knew we needed to be subtle to do this so I dressed in a black sweater, long black pants and black shoes to make it harder for me to be seen in the dark. I sat in a chair in the corner of my room for a while and then Pete came in to my room and said:
"It's time, are you ready?"
I just smiled, nodded my head and followed Pete to the van which was already parked at the front door by the driver.
