Big announcement my friends: my fiancé and I are buying a house! We're supposed to move in on July 8th, and there are a million things to do: pick the flooring, pick the ceramic tiles, pick the handles, pick the light fixtures, and etc... I'm freaking out right now! It's exciting but scary and stressful at the same time. But enough about me: I don't want to bore you to death!
I finally got this chapter out of my system: it was tough to write and yes, it's another dark chapter...
The song that inspired this chapter is down with the sickness by disturbed.
MASSIVE TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains a very descriptive and brutal rape scene. The good news is that I will indicate where it starts and ends so that you can skip it if you can't handle it. READ THAT SECTION AT YOUR OWN RISK! You've been warned.
Without further ado, enjoy! Reviews are welcome as usual.
I squint at the street lamps as we pass them by: they look like sprites passing straight through me, one by one. I've hardly moved my body since I hoped into the car and I'm starting to feel the familiar stiffness in my muscles. I haven't spoken a single word, but Foley knows what he's got to do: he knows what he's paid for and he knows not to cross the line. I may look calm and relaxed on the outside, but on the inside I am boiling mad. I am furious, enraged... livid to no avail. How could I have been so careless, why did I not plan this properly? I ran out of patience and tried to take advantage of an opportunity I thought was golden and it bit me right in the ass. It was a monumental mistake, an unforgiving error and fixing it will be very difficult and will require much creativity. I must meticulously calculate my next strike and that time around, I will not fail, nor will I ever give up because God bear me witness, Eric Cartman will pay for all he's done. My half brother must crumble and be ended by my hand: my own salvation depends on it. How could I ever find inner peace knowing that the fat piece of crap is happy and jolly with that shot girl while I suffocate on my own misery?
"Boss, it would be wise to avoid that lounge for a little while." Foley says.
"Shut the fuck up Foley!" I spit at him. "I'm paying you to drive, not to tell me what to do." I continue as calmly as I can.
"I'm just saying that someone could recognize you and the owner of that place is very protective of his girls. I know he's kicked out and banned a few people for touching his employees inappropriately just once, imagine what he would do if someone tried to rape and abduct one of his girls. I just wouldn't want you to get in trouble, that's all." The ginger replies.
Smart guy that Foley kid: I admire the fact that he realizes that by looking out for my best interests, he's also looking out for his. Out of the three siblings, he's the one I like to deal with the most. I know that the shot girl and my half brother couldn't have seen my face: I took the girl from behind and the fat fuck was too far to see my face with that much darkness. But Foley has a point: one of the clients could have seen me run from the alley and could have recognized me. What if the beefy bouncer saw me? That would be even worst since he could squish me like a bug.
I'm disappointed with myself: my half brother bested me two nights in a row on the bidding and he caught me red handed trying to snatch his girl, and that just fucked everything up. Knowing him, he'll watch her like a hawk or have someone else assure her safety if he can't be around for some reason. I sabotaged the best chance I had to get my sweet revenge because I got too carried away and come to think of it, it's not really surprising: this is far too personal for me to see clearly and more and more I realize that I will need some external help to allow me to keep a cool head so I won't miscalculate again.
"Since you give such wise counsel, my dear Foley, and since I cannot be seen at Vatican anymore, what should be our next move?" I ask.
Foley produces a slanted smile and briefly turns his freckled face to mine.
"Well, if you can't be seen at Vatican, someone will have to go in your place to acquire as much information as possible. Didn't you tell me that some shot girl wanted to help us out?" He replies.
"She is willing to give us information about our lovebirds, but she has a thing for my half brother and I doubt she'd want to get her hands dirty anyways." I admit.
"That's amazing! We have a mole now and all we'll need is someone who will go there on a regular basis as an observer, at first at least: that person will get acquainted to habit patterns from both Cartman and from his girl. Once these behaviour patterns become predictable, the strike will be deadly." Foley replies as he grins like a Cheshire cat.
"That someone can't be you either since the fat ass knows your face and your name. I am unsure as to whom we can trust with this. We need to find someone who hates that fat piece of shit as much as you and I do, Foley." I reply, trying to think of someone.
Foley pulls up in front of my house and parks in my driveway prior to turning to me, still grinning like the cat from the famous Lewis Carol novel.
"I may have the perfect person for us, but I need to verify a few things before introducing him to you. I should be able to get an answer tomorrow or so. I'll keep you posted."
"Very well then, please do. Thank you for all your help." I say, pulling seven hundred dollars from my jacket and handing rolled up bills to my acolyte. "You will get the rest once you find me someone trustworthy. Good night." I continue before getting out of the car.
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It all paid off! The painful wait is finally over and I owe it all to Foley. He'll be greatly rewarded as soon as I relieve myself. I think I deserve to spoil myself with a little treat before doing anything else.
My half brother is all bloodied and tied up to a chair. I made sure he was well restrained before I slipped on a pair of boxing gloves and started practicing my left and right hooks on his face. I was never into sports, but that was quite a satisfying and fulfilling work out: hearing him whimper and grunt in pain made my cock hard as a rock. Seeing him with a swollen black eye and blood streaming down his face is incredibly satisfying, but I'm not done! I'm far from done; that was just phase one.
I turn his chair around and he immediately starts getting agitated when he sees her. His precious shot girl is tied up, wrists bound together to my bed's headboard and I made sure to duct tape her mouth so that she'd be incapable of screaming while her boyfriend was getting used as my personal punching bag. You see, I didn't want him to know she was here...yet!
My blood engorged dick is throbbing as I walk over to the good looking redhead and once I'm next to her, I tear off her blouse, exposing her lace lingerie adorned breasts. My half brother screams and begs me to leave her alone while she attempts to struggle away as I lick her milky white neck, making my way to her ears which I lightly nibble on prior to ripping the duct off her mouth in one shot causing her to scream out in pain. I try to undo her skirt, but the girl is wiggling around too much, begging me to let her go, and my dick is running out of patience so I pull out my switchblade and put it to her throat as Cartman begs me not to hurt her.
"I'm surprised you never taught your bitch to behave and it's a shame she'll need to be put down if she doesn't start obeying." I say as I lightly brush the blade to her throat.
Cartman's girl took the hint and stopped resisting, finally accepting her fate. She gently starts sobbing and I can't resist licking the tears off her face while the fat piggy screams in desperation. I gently glide the blade from her throat all the way down to her navel, gently tickling her before I get to the skirt and slice it right off of her revealing her black lace panties. The shot girl and I are trembling, but for entirely different reasons: she undoubtedly filled with terror, but I'm filled with excitement and anticipation. I turn her around so she lies on her stomach and I stuff a few pillows under her crotch to elevate her cute tight ass a little higher as spread her legs and position myself behind her and tear her panties off with the help of my switch blade. I accidently cut the girl's right buttock, quite deeply actually, and I notice little blood beads appear, eventually forming a line before starting to stream down like tears and I can't help myself: I start licking off some of her blood as she hisses like a wild animal. I suck and nibble on her wound for some time, enjoying the sweet coppery taste of her blood. The girl cries a little more intensely and my horrified half brother just screams and rages while desperately struggling on his chair; they know what my next move will be, and I can't decide what turns me on the most: the fact that I'm about to fuck a hot girl in the ass, or the combination of their screams and cries. I pull away from her butt cheek, my face covered in her blood and I finally unzip my pants, pull out my rock hard cock and gently rub it against the girl's wound, covering it in her blood: apparently, it makes the best lubricant, and I'm too much of a gentleman to go in dry. I lean down on her and give her a sloppy kiss on the mouth, smearing blood all over her face, before licking her from cheek to ear.
"I hope you understand it's nothing personal." I gently whisper in her ear before straitening myself up.
I align my manhood to the redhead's tight little anus and at this point, she's sobbing uncontrollably and Cartman is losing his mind, unceasingly rocking in his chair. In one quick, deep thrust, I enter her and she screams in pain. I fuck her deep and hard; I need her to be in pain. The more pain she's in, the more my half brother suffers. The girl begs me stop, but the more she begs, the harder I pound her tight little ass and the louder she screams. Cartman begs me to let her go, threatens me out of desperation, and implores me to hurt him instead; and the more he begs, the deeper I fuck her and the more she cries.
Ring ring. Ring ring. Ring ring. Ring ring.
I feel I'm going to come soon, but my fucking phone is ringing.
Ring ring. Ring ring. Ring ring. Ring ring.
I want to blow my load, but my fucking phone keeps ringing.
Ring ring. Ring ring. Ring ring. Ring ring.
I want to fill her ass with my seed, but my phone just keeps ringing.
Ring ring. Ring ring. Ring ring. Ring ring.
Come on, just a little more and I'll get to the point of no return: why won't my fucking phone stop ringing already?
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Ring ring. Ring ring. Ring ring. Ring ring.
With much difficulty, I manage to open my eyes. Day light is peering however it can through my thick velvet curtains and I hear a few birds chirping outside my window. Despite feeling groggy and lethargic, I have a massive boner and my fucking phone won't stop ringing.
Ring ring. Ring ring. Ring ring. Ring ring.
I get up on my feet and struggle to find that fucking thing: It's a brand new iphone and I'm having a bit of trouble getting used to this kind of technology. Before the death of my parents, I had a flip phone and it was the newest, coolest thing on the market, but this touch screen crap sure takes some getting used to. I end up finding the stupid thing on my dresser, next to my Quaalude pills.
Ring ring. Ring ring.
And of course, the second I tried to pick up the call, the stupid thing stopped ringing. Fucking piece of garbage! I see it's almost noon and that I have nine missed calls from Foley already. I try to get that thing unlocked, and just as I managed to do it, Foley calls me back once more.
Ring ring.
"This better be fucking important, Foley: you just woke me up from the best dream I've had in my entire life." I rudely yell, spitting on my smart phone.
"Boss, I found us the perfect guy."
"Who is he? How do you know about him?" I ask.
"It's a long story. Meet me at Café Monet in an hour so we can discuss this calmly."
"Excellent. I'll see you in an hour" I reply prior to hanging up.
I don't have very much time to get ready and that stupid morning wood won't calm down. That dream put me in the mood for some rough sex but right now, I don't really have time to do anything about it. The first thing I did when I got released from the mental ward and had full access to my inheritance was to pay for a prostitute. The whole experience was mediocre at best: the slut was completely strung out and just laid there, doing nothing like a star fish. It was seriously like making love to a corpse and I deeply regret blowing a hundred and fifty bucks on that crack whore who wasn't even good looking. She didn't even have the decency to scream for me, that dumb cunt! I suddenly remember that Annie and I exchanged phone numbers last Thursday and she might be just what I need; she does have a sweet little ass. Besides, the worst thing that can happen is that she'd refuse.
Hi Annie. It's Scott. R u busy tonight?
Hey Scott! I work until 3:00 AM. Why? What's up?
Would u ever consider selling ur body for money?
It depends to whom and for how much.
Let's I want u to come by and keep me company after ur shift, how much to make it worth ur while?
I'll do it for 500.
Perfect. Come over after your shift: I'll have a cab pick u up and for that price, u better be excellent in the sac.
Don't worry u won't be disappointed. C u later!
I better not be disappointed and she better be obedient for that obscene price. I really don't mind paying for quality, but I do mind throwing money out the window. In any case, I'm getting laid tonight and with that settled, I need to get ready for this lunch with Foley. I hope he found me someone who'll be able to get shit done. I am tired of waiting for my sweet revenge and something must be done soon because I'm running out of patience. When I lose patience, I act irrationally like last night. God damn it I was so fucking close!
I had never been to Café Monet before; it was built after I was committed to the asylum and it's a quaint little place. Foley and I both ordered both order the soup and salad combo with a soft drink and we're both waiting for our meals to be brought to us.
"Alright Foley: talk to me! Who's this guy and what makes him so perfect to join our cause?" I ask.
"What if I told you that someone else was just released back into society and that this person is also seeking revenge on Eric Cartman?" Foley asks with wide grin planted on his face.
"I'd be completely shocked. How did you hear about this guy?" I say as I smile back at the ginger.
How many lives has Cartman destroyed? He robbed me of the best years of my life: I never got to graduate high school and therefore had no prom. I never got my driver's license and never got to make out with a girl in the back of my first car. I never got to go to college and join a fraternity. I never got piss drunk at a dorm party and I'll never fucking get to. I wasted eight of the most important years of my life in a fucking cage being asked the same fucking question day after day after day. And now, there's another guy who got denied the same life experiences as me because of that fat fuck? This is priceless!
"My sister Elizabeth had been writing to this dude in juvenile hall for the past few years and he just got out. Eric Cartman is one of the reasons he went to jail in the first place and the guy really wants his head at all cost." He adds, still smirking.
I have a feeling this guy and I will get along just fine. Cartman destroyed both of our lives after all... there's a deep level of connectivity right there! I'm looking forward to know his story.
"He sounds like a perfect match! Did you speak with him?" I ask.
"Yes boss! I spoke to him alright but there's just a thing, a tiny little detail: this guy is willing to help us out, but he doesn't just want your half brother's head, he has four other targets which are all friends with Cartman. Is that a problem with you?" he asks, raising his eyebrow.
I have to make sure Cartman is his first target: if he goes for someone else first and gets caught, that would bring me back to square one. I will most likely ask him to help me with my half brother first, and then I'll be willing to help him with the other guys he's after, whomever they are.
"I don't give a flying fuck about the others, so long as Cartman goes down first"
"That's fair enough boss: I had a feeling you'd say that, but I just needed to double check with you before I arrange a meeting for the two of you."
"Compensation wise, what does he want?" I ask.
"He doesn't want anything monetary; all he wants is revenge." He specifies, still grinning from ear to ear.
The more Foley tells me about this individual, the more I feel as though I found my soul mate. I was expecting Foley to find me someone that'd be in it solely for the money, but the fact that this dude is also in it for revenge greatly pleases me.
"That's fine by me. Do me a favor: arrange this meeting with him as soon as possible, preferably for tomorrow around lunch time or early in the afternoon." I demand.
"Why not later tonight? It's not like you'll be going to Vatican anyways." He asks.
"I have something scheduled already. You see, when you called me earlier, I was having the most glorious dream I've ever had and I really need to relieve some tension. I have a girl coming over to keep me some company." I reply.
Foley snickers at my words
"I hope she'll be better than the last whore you got yourself: I remember you saying that she was a total waste of money!" He adds, grinning at me.
The waitress finally arrives with our food and Foley goes on to tell me how interested this guy sounded about this whole ordeal. I'm very excited too: the prospect of working with someone who's been through the same bull shit as I was is very interesting. Sure, the Foleys have done, and are still doing great work for me, and I am fully grateful to the three of them. But they do it for money, not that there's anything wrong with that, quite on the contrary: they have worked hard for me and therefore deserve every single penny they've gotten from me. This new guy will work with me because we have a common goal and reaching that goal is so important that we don't care about anything else. Now all that's left for me to do is to meet this guy and I can't fucking wait.
"Come in Annie, welcome to my home." I greet the ginger girl as she walks into my house.
I inherited my parent's house and it still feels weird to be back here without them around. When I was first institutionalized back when I was fifteen, the state assigned me a tutor to manage my inheritance, including this house, until I either reached the age of majority or upon my release depending on which came first. The week before I was discharged from the mental ward, I contacted my tutor and gave him specific instructions for this house: I wanted the darkest window shades on the market and I wanted all pictures of my parents removed by fear that seeing them might trigger a strong emotional reaction. I also asked him to get rid of their bedroom furniture and their personal belongings such as clothing. I will eventually refurnish the house fully once my vendetta is complete.
The ginger girl gracefully takes off her luxurious fox coat and delicately hangs it on the coat rack. She is wearing a short teal frilly dress which makes her look like a juicy piece of candy that I can't wait to unwrap and a delicate set of pearls adorn her neck and ears. Her shoulder-length curls have been pulled back by an off white headband and she's wearing delicate white Mary Janes. Without saying a word, I pull her close to me and put my lips to hers as I unzip her dress, making it promptly slip off her body and land on the floor revealing a delicate black and white pinstriped bra with its matching panties.
"Do you like what you see?" She asks sensually after pulling away from the kiss, her voice feeling almost like satin to my ears.
I smile at her, nodding in approval. She looks fucking hot and I'm feeling my cock grow bigger by the second. She brings her lovely lips to mine once again and kisses passionately before pulling away once more.
"Wait until you see what I can do" She whispers in my ears.
At this point, I can't wait anymore: I swiftly pick her up, throw her over my shoulder like a fucking caveman would and take her to my room. Annie giggles the entire time until I throw her on my bed and pounce on top of her. I originally wanted to ask her questions about Cartman and his girl, but that can wait until later. I start kissing her passionately while she takes off my pants, revealing my pussy hungry cock. She breaks the kiss and hungrily stuffs my entire manhood in her mouth, almost down her throat. She wasn't lying when she said I wouldn't be disappointed; the girl knows what she's doing and it isn't long before I pull my dick out of her mouth and come all over her face and hair. She was surprised my move, but she didn't bitch: the girl knows what she's paid for, and although that blow job felt amazing, it was nothing but a mere warm up. I get up to go fetch a towel for her.
"Go take a shower Annie and by the way, I'm not finished with you. I have a few questions about Cartman and your colleague and then, we're going for round two, possibly even a round three; you're not going anywhere until the morning, understood?" I say to her as I throw her the towel.
"Sure thing Scott, but it'll cost you double." She slyly replies.
"I couldn't care less. Go shower and make it quick" I immediately order.
Annie smiles at me, her face still covered in my seed. Without saying another word, she gets up and makes her way to the bathroom. I fetch a black terry robe for Annie from my closet; I used to wear many years ago, back when my life was happy and normal. I also take the time to open a bottle of Shiraz and pour two glasses for us: if I'm going to fuck her all night long, may as well do it in style, right? Annie finally comes out of the shower, semen and make up free: she's actually prettier without all the colours on her face. She lets the towel slip off her when I hand her the robe and puts it on before taking the glass of wine from my hand. The two of us sit on my bed for a bit.
"To a night of fun!" I declare, clinking my glass to hers.
She gives me a smirk and immediately downs her glass and pours herself another one, which is fine by me: as long as she does what she has to do, I really don't care.
"How was Ivy tonight? Did she behave strangely?" I ask sincerely hoping that Ivy kept her mouth shut about what went down in the alley the night before.
"Ivy didn't come in: Eric took her on a romantic getaway to Denver! Aren't they absolutely sweet and adorable?" She replies very sarcastically.
"You must be disappointed."
"Pissed off is the word that best describes it!" She spits.
"Listen Annie, I won't be going to Vatican for a little while. I have my reasons, but I'm potentially getting a new partner soon and you'll be dealing with him going forward. You'll tell him every bit of information you have on Cartman and his little shot girl. You will meet him very soon." I say, twirling my wine.
Annie nods and downs her second glass of wine and pours herself yet another one: I regret opening such a good bottle. Had I known it would have been wasted in that fashion, I would have given her cheap beer. I get that she may self-medicate by drinking and I understand her pain and her frustration, but she needs to get over him. She'll be happier once Eric is wiped out for good. I take her glass and put it on my night table along with mine before embracing her. I'm ready for round two.
One in the afternoon is a great time to get the day started: I hadn't made pancakes since the death of my parents and I'm looking forward to make some as soon as Annie steps out of the shower. The coffee is brewing, the sun is shining outside and Foley texted me to tell me that I was to meet the guy at three o'clock. Foley is on his way to pick up the rest of his cash since he kept his end of the deal and I figured that he could have some breakfast with Annie and I so that the two of them could meet: we're all on the same team now, so may as well have them acquainted. Speak of the devil; Foley is pulling up in my driveway right now. I go open the door for him and hand him his cash immediately after greeting him. We both go to the kitchen and Foley inexplicably flips his shit when he sees Annie, in my black terry robe, pouring herself some coffee.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" He screams at her.
Annie looks like a deer caught in the head lights with her wide open eyes and her face turning a dark shade of crimson. Foley walks up to her and slaps her across the face. Annie stumbles back and almost falls. I immediately grab Foley by the shoulders as I see him trying to get too close to her.
"Annabelle Foley, how could you do this? Your father will kill you when he finds out you're a dirty fucking slut!" He yells at the top of his lungs.
Despite the fact that he's great help to me, he's behaviour is unacceptable. Wait a second... Annabelle Foley?
"Foley, that's enough! Don't treat Annie like this: she's on our side." I quickly interject.
"Annie? Wait, Annie as in the shot girl? Annabelle is also a sexy shot girl? Jesus Christ! This can't be happening." He covers his face, most likely out of shame.
"Please don't tell my dad. I need this money to go to University: it's the only reason I'm working as a shot girl. You know I want to be a doctor and school is so expensive; my parents can't afford to send me to a good college." Annie cries.
"I can deal with you being a sexy shot girl, but I can't accept you selling your body!" Foley screams.
Silence settles in. I'm pretty pissed at Foley for snapping like this at Annie. I don't know what the relation is between the two of them, but I'm planning to find out.
"Where do you guys know each other from?" I investigate.
"Annabelle is my cousin, boss." Foley replies in a grave tone.
Annie has been staring at the floor ever since Foley snapped at her. I guess it must be terribly humiliating to be caught by her cousin mere hours after she performed the craziest sexual acts for money and on his boss nonetheless. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, there's no point to fight amongst us, not when our common enemy is out happily prancing around with his hot shot girl. The goal is to annihilate Cartman, not fight amongst ourselves.
"Foley, you're going to need to get over it. I pay you do get shit done for me, and I pay Annie to do different stuff for me. You're both very valuable to me and we all have a common goal: let's not get distracted. Fuck this up, and you will live to regret it. Understood? Annie, this goes for you too." I bark.
Foley nods and I'm glad he could come to his senses quickly. Annie looks up at both of us and takes a few steps towards her cousin. She extends her hand to him as a gesture of peace.
"You may not agree with my current lifestyle and you may not like the way I make a living, but please bear in mind that I'm doing it for the greater good. Keep quiet about what I do and I won't tell your parents what you do. I think it's a fair deal." She says to her cousin, her hand still extended towards him.
Foley ends up shaking her hand and nodding once more. I can tell he loathes what Annie does, but he can't say shit: I fucked the living shit out of her and I'm sure as hell planning to request her services again in the future.
"Alright boss, remember that you're meeting the new guy at three. The two of you will meet at Starshmucks and I provided him with a picture of yourself, so he'll find you. I know you guys will get along just fine." Says Foley, pulling his car keys from his pocket.
"You're not staying for pancakes?" I ask.
"No thank you boss. My appetite suddenly vanished." He sarcastically says, making his way to the door.
Shit is getting real! Who's the mystery guy Scott will hire? Stay tuned to find out!
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