Dangerous Fever II

by I'veAbandonedControl

Times are still dangerous for Phai and Alex in the modern world. More suffering, more stuggles, more violence, more sex, more villians and more love. Can they live through the hardships again?

14. Chapter 14

Dangerous Fever II-14

I had received a call. At four in the morning. It went straight to my voicemail. I sigh knowing who it's from and I am unsure to even listen to it. I've been delaying my decision as I stare nervously at the device...

...I finally open my cell and hit talk. It beeps.

'Hey Amyntor. This is Alex.' A name I wasn't hoping to hear. His voice is chilling.

'Memnon is dead. And everyone is next. I left my mother a voicemail awhile back because I know what's going to happen. I'm calling because they are going to want me to contact you and make sure you go to this conference, once everything falls into place. They want you dead and they know if you don't show up, the crime lords will blame you for their deaths due to your absence. After all you hold the title as the foundation of this business. So, I'm telling you, you will be there with the rest. Even if you must show up a ghost. I look forward to seeing you again. Later.'

I close the phone slowly. Thinking I place it down.

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The TV is on behind me as I look out the skyscraper at the still movement of the urban city. It is five fifteen a.m.

The news is still on about Bessus' death. One boss lord dead. Next the news would talk about Memnons death. Two boss lords dead. Fifteen to go. I watch the channel from the reflection casting in the high panes of the glass. It is now five sixteen a.m.

"See if he's ready to talk yet?"

Lord Darian speaks. I turn to him. He's at his desk. A white persian cat sits in his lap. I nod and look at Phai sitting quietly on the couch. I give a tiny grin and then I leave the room.

I go down the hall of the hotel. I turn into a room being guarded by two of Darian's guards. They let me pass and I open the door and see him. He looks as lost as his son. He's staring out at the sky. Smoking a cigarette. Clear tears in his eyes. Little body movement. Only the noticable spazzing of his fingers.

I walk slowly to his side and let my presence known. He notices me and shifts his eyes towards me then back towards the horizon but says nothing. He is parted from his son once again. "I told you that things would go this way." I kill the silence intentionally. He releases an annoyed breath and hurries to bring the cigarette back to his lips. He wants to kill me I know this. But I continue. "Do not think we would hesitate to cut open your pretty little kid Amyntor. I suggest you take us more seriously. Darian grows more impatient with every passing hour." I get in close to his face with a threatening glow. "Now, where is the card?"

"It's missing." He answers weakly. His throat sore from grieving his wife. He wipes the wetness from his cheeks. His eyes are outlined red. "It's gone." He moves away from me.

"What do you mean missing?" Anger rises on my face and I follow him with my glare. Eyebrows knitted tight. I watch him reach for an empty glass on the low coffee table. But he doesn't pour anything inside of it. "Answer me, or answer to Darian!" I heatly command.

He turns and glares dead at me. Gaze much like his son. In beauty and in strength. "It's just not there." He demands to give me no further explanation as he turns his back to me. He begins to caresses softly his smoke.

"That is not the information I came to obtain. Because of this your son is in deep jeopardy. If I find out you're playing a little game here, I will kill you myself and your boy." I spit out. "Figure it out." I turn very dissapointed and stomp my way to the door.

"Wicked people like you are never born to succeed. You know that right?"

I stop. He sounded exactly like his whore son. I turn to him with secure excellence. "Excuse me?"

He puts out his cigarette. He chuckles thinly to himself. Finally pouring himself a cup of wine. "You should be careful who your real enemy is. They are often times quiet. And abused. Just a friendly little reminder."

"Save your words. You're already in a dangerous mess."

"No," he shakes his head. "You are in the mess. Now leave me in peace while I still have it. But first, cheers." He puts his lips to the edge of the glass. He then takes a sip from the cup. He then strikes me a condescending look, turns away from me and walks back towards the shadows casted in the rooms.

I grunt and then leave slamming the door behind me.

"Make sure he doesn't come out." I order the guards. "Let him remain mourning the death of his wife."

They nod.

I leave back up the hall.

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I twirl my glass in my hand. I stare at him before I take a sip from it. I exhale with a smug smile. I get up smoothly from my chair and walk to the couch where the pretty boy sits. He has his head down refusing to look at me. I grin at this.

I take a chair, place it before him. I take a seat getting comfortable.

"Phai." I call his sweet name softly. "I don't want you to be unaware of my plans for you. Shall we talk about it. Discuss your future perhaps?"

I talk to him gently so that we appear on common gorunds. I say his name again. He doesn't answer and I take another drink waiting for him to do so. I then extend my arm and hold the glass before him. "I am usually a white wine man, but this can be considered a special occasion."

His eyes are still looking to the floor. I exhale once more and take the glass away from him. He doesn't seem to be thirsty. He's rather difficult. But I had expected it. "Phai, do you know why I want you?" I sit back. "...Answer me boy."

"The memory card." He sniffles as he answers.

I just killed Phillip and ordered his mother dead. He should be crying. But rules are rules. And my rules will be obeyed.

"Yes" I inch closer. "And for some reason I don't have it, and your father doesn't seem to remember where he left it. Is it somewhere else? Do you know where? I promise no one will hurt you anymore. Just tell me." I encourage sweetly.

"You killed my mom." He wipes his tears and finally looks at me. Not caring one bit to what I am saying.

"Aw, you're absolutely right. I did." I smile. "And I can kill again. Maybe your dad will be next? How about Alex?" I say the blonde mans name and immediately gain back the beauty's attention. I chuckle intensely. "Now I can see your pretty face. You are gorgeous you know that? Even when you throw such distaste towards me there is still something about you I can't give up. I'm saving you Phai. Remember that."

"Alex will kill you when he finds out what you did. You killed his dad." Everything about him right now is innocent. But his words sting and may hold truth. I don't allow the name Alex get in my way of my own security.

"I doubt that's enough of a reason to kill me. Those two were always at difference with eachother anyway." I try to wipe a tear away but he doesn't let me touch him. "Neither one would care if the other died. Alex has no reason to kill me."

"He's also going to be pissed about the way it made me feel."

I frown. The answer catching me off balance. I then nod slightly. "If I kill him first then what?"

"You had better make sure you do."

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Me mentioning Alex starts a fire in him. He stands and removes the hair from my face forcefully. He approaches me with more pressure this time. I flinch at his touch. He tries again getting all of the hair out of my face. He puts a hand on my throat and the other cups my cheek. He then slides fingers to my chin. "Stand." He demands.

I look up at him with pure eyes and shake my head simply. He doesn't let me tease him and tugs me up from the couch. I avert nervously elsewhere and don't give eye contact. He slides his rough hands down my arms. The metal of his ring pinching my skin. I tense up. "Your skin, is soft. So flawless." He runs aggressive fingers over the scars on my arms from the event a month ago. He is looking at them heavily. He presses down. They are still sensitive and I faintly give a cry. I snatch them back and keep my arms at my side.

His dirty conceited eyes smile at me. The tension becomes darker and the room turns shady.

"We've kept you to ourselves for a while now." He circles in close to me. "Could you imagine, if you had been more exposed to this selfish world, we would have a difficult time surviving. There would be too many traffickers and club owners, men like me picking up the phone and mail ordering you, sharing you around the world. It would have caused an instability between our nations. But men like us get greedy. We have certain things and pleasures we become possessive of. We don't want to share. We don't want to share you, because quickly you will become the heart of this industry. You have a bigger role than you realize."

I start to breath in and out fearfully as he plants a deep kiss on my lips. I shut my eyes . One of these days I hope my body will fall into the sea and I would hope noone would ever find me.

I snippily kiss back but veer my face away, right after it was over. I feel I cheated on Alex for that tiny second of nothing. Seriously, one of these days hands are going to come from the sky and scoop me up from the ocean and take me so that I can never run away again. It just isn't fair. I want to die.

He now runs lustful fingers down my lips. Scraping the cuts with his short nails. Causing them to open. "Your mouth is dry. You must be thirsty. Have some wine." he offers insensitively.

He walks towards his desk and pours me a small glass. He comes back to me and holds the cup up to my lips. I look up at him then the wine. Then back at him. "Here." He says. "Take some."

I am thirsty. Only a little. I slowly and cautiously let him serve me the drink. I take a small sum of it. I watch him as the liquid streams down my throat. He stares at me. I get panicky and pull away. Shyly I lift my palm to wipe my mouth. He smirks a bit. "There, isn't that better."

I nod softly. He keeps mysterious eyes on me. I watch closely his reaction and look with fright at the cup. Then my heart starts to beat fast. I begin to cough. I start to choke. I start to gag. What did I just drink.

I shove his hand away spilling the cup from it. It hits the floor. I fall to my knees and cover my mouth with both hands. I cough up the taste of death. "Why?" I look at the red all over the floor from the spilt drink. "Why would you do something like that?" Tears start to gather. I feel my body going cold.

I slowly bring my fingers to my lips and wipe away thick liquid. I think I know what it is and my stomach quickly starts to burn. It recovers on my tongue and I can taste it fully now.

"It's blood." Darian says. I look up at his evil face, shocked that he would do this to me and I start to cough again.

I can hear Phil and Parmen enter through the door. They are laughing cruelly.

Why would they laugh at me? I get sadder. It's not funny.

"It's special blood. A token just for you. We've learned quite a bit from Mr. Alex you see. That man can bleed and bleed and bleed, but he just never dies. I admire him. So what is a better way to poison you than with your lovers blood. This is my gift to you sweetheart."

"Why would you give me his blood. Why would you poison me?" I want to cry so bad.

"A mixture of the strongest wine, with the strongest blood with a bit of poison, from a black scorpion. Don't worry about the scorpion though, the toxins, it won't kill you."

I start to cry now. "I don't understand. Why would you do this to me." I feel like puking but I can't. I hover over and try to cough up anything.

He ignores my question and nods to Phil. My vision suddenly gets blurry, and I feel two hands grip me forcibly. Darian becomes unclear as he walks from me towards his desk. With a devil grin. But everything else remains intact.

"No!" They bring me to my feet.

"You are a slave now. A male prostitute. If I want something done you are going to solve it." Darian states.

I'm the key to saving men from their own erections.

"So you're going to sign a little something."

They remove my clothes. This is the second time I am stripped today. "Stay still!" Phil seizes me.

"A contract, and you become my official property. You won't be doing this by pen, which was Alex's and his fathers mistake in the first place when they did your transfers. You will be doing it by blood."

I look shocked as Parmen takes out a pocket knife. He displays it right in my face.

I start screaming. Desperately. "No!"

"You are a toy. A nobody." They stick another needle in me. In my neck. This is the fourth time they dosed me today. "Parmen his hand please."

Parmen snatches my hand. He squeezes my wrist so that I can't close my hand. He takes the knife and carves into my palm the letter D. For Darian. I try to lash out with minimal effort.

I am doing what I can before the faintness kicks in. I can already feel it working in me. My blood in my body becomes heavier as does my skull.

I watch the pulsing blood sliding through the creases in my skin. Darian takes the paper and smears it over the blood of my hand where the signature is needed.

The pressure of the drugs are weighing me down making it harder to fight back. Another chapter in my life. After he is done he walks away from me.

"What's the plan for him?" Parmen asks watching me like a dog. They let me go. My body slumps to the ground. They leave me there because I can't do much anyway.

"We will sell him, someone will buy him and hire him just like how it's always been in the business with whores. But he stays as my property. Consider him a loan instead of a grant. Understood? They want him while he's still good and I want my profit while it's still an offer."

I start to breath unsteadily. My body overheating. I close my eyes for the time being trying to overcome this fever. I still hear everything.

"He's a slut who needs to learn his place." They laugh and make fun of me.

The footsteps moving around the room are louder. I hear the door creak open.

"Bagoas is back with Alex sir." The voice is from a man.

I hear Alex's name. My own breathing begins to echo. I open my eyes.

"Perfect. Bring Alex here. I want him to see this." Darian glances at me.

"Yes sir." I see the man bow and leave.

I look up to Darian, his face lacking clarity. He smirks. "Get him more comfortable will you."

I blink. I am now being picked up. By Phil. Parmen comes and helps him get me from the ground and to the couch. I don't realize what's happening until the spread my legs apart.

"Alex!" I start screaming and crying for him.

"Why do you always fuss. Stay still!" Phil back hands me.

"Dad!"

I shout for my dad while Phil tries to fuck me.

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I can hear him. Phai.

Anger in me rises furiously. I strut into the room after we've been notified of being needed. I shove by the guards. Bagoas behind me. I seem to already know what to expect when I walk in. My lovely angel naked. On a couch. Phil is hovered over him. Dick planted already deep in my Phai. My baby is completely drugged. Completely out of it. Looking at me. No expression in the blue eyes, just sadness.

It makes me fucking sick.

My hands immediately dig into rounded fists. I make my way over to Phil ready to beat his face in. But I am stopped. Grabbed and held back by two guards. I take them out easily. Knocking them to the floor. Until another one is called to be of assistance and help them keep me from killing everyone. I growl perilously. Phil smirks at me. "Since you been away he hasn't really put up much of a fight."

"Get off of him!"

"I think he likes my cock where it's at."

"I think you want it replaced!"

"It's nice of you to join us Mr. Alex." Darian says getting up from his desk. "Nothing rises your blood like someone claiming your lover. Congrats on your second kill by the way."

"Don't let them take me Alex. I don't want to go with them anywhere." Phai is half out of it. Half aware. My heart stops beating for ten seconds straight. I dont know if I died but it starts pumping again.

Parmen aims his gun to me. "Sadly your boyfriend has no choice. He has other business to attend to. Isn't that right Alex?"

I look at the weapon. Two of the guards also point their weapons.

"Where are you thinking of even taking him?" I ask boldly. I show no fear.

"Wherever he is desired." Darian answers plainly.

I look back at Phai. The sound of his outcries. Him being forced for sex. Again. It pisses me the fuck off. I shake wild hair from my eyes. "You're not taking him anywhere."

"Sadly I make the rules. You don't have to watch this Alex. It's just for entertainment."

Phil is fucking him bad. Hurting him. And the more I grow angry the more he starts to fuck him harder, spreading him apart. Stretching him. Breaking him. Tearing his thin tissue.

Phai keeps eyes at me the entire time. He calms down this way. Trying to hold in his tears. Trying to reach me. He shuts his eyes tight and screams out a cry. Caused by abrasion and now blood runs down his thigh.

"Get out, of him." I warn gravely. I feel my veins pulsing in my arms. My muscles tense in verve.

"We don't have to be scared Alex of you. We own you. And we own him. I know I have heard it from many, you're quite famous for it. You really don't fear me do you? That's quite impressive considering what the outcomes may be. You are all kinds of things, but the thing you have is loyalty that can't be broken even by you. You hate to have it, but it's who you are. Truly inside."

I make sure Phil unplants his cock from my Phai. Finally. He walks by his father. I untense only a little.

Darian looks at my Phai as he calms down like air. Whatever they did to him, working. I glare at him. "Don't look at him. Look at me."

He laughs but eventually he does look at me. He plays not being intimidated well. But I know he is. "Let's settle this now then. We both have this clash between us. You want to be the best, I want to be the best, but there can only be one great. So I say. Bow before me Alex. You respect all counterparts and I do prefer to be your respected enemy. Pay your loyalty."

"What loyalty do you deserve from me?" I hiss.

"Well, I've been merciful." He shrugs. "I've kept your precious Phai alive even though I still can't find the thing I need from him. I think that an allegiance is proper. You're not the only one we have a gift for."

He snaps his fingers. A naked whore enters. She comes in a sexual stride through the door. Wearing a strapon and nothing else.

I look to her and know immediately what they plan to do.

They want to hurt my status. I glare with a wild laugh in my eyes but I say nothing.

Darian seems uncertain by my facial response. He grows curious. "Does this please you?"

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I feel high. I feel restrained. I watch disconcerted. Mr. Blonde man looks at me. I look at him. He kindles a smirk. I blink slowly. His eyes stir with strong passion. He stares with deadly purpose at each of them. "It does not." He answers honestly.

No matter the circumstance. Alex is stubborn to the point that it gets surrealistic. He is loyal to the point that makes people adore him. And me in mad fucking love with him.

"Bow to me." Darian demands again with a prideful smile.

"No." It's the fiercest no I have ever heard.

"Are you a coward Mr. Alex? Surely you've been through much worse."

"He can survive deadly spiders by mouth, plane crashes seven hundred feet from the ground, bullet holes through his chest, being poisoned since birth but he can't survive getting it up the ass by a woman. I guess you're not the man I thought you were." Bagoas chuckles spoiledly.

"I'm not interested." Alex declines. "It's not my style." A crazy smile grows that they are unsure of. It makes them uneasy. "In other words, I do the fucking."

"You don't want to have the reputation of being dominated by a common slut? You don't like to be dominated by Phai either do you Alex?" The long haired bitch asks while he clings seductively all over his boss. He now glares at Alex. "You heard master. Don't make him say it again."

I become weirdly interested. Alex submitting now. It starts to fascinate me. And I don't know why.

Now the drugs are really kicking in. I feel snakes slither up my naked body.

Alex undoes his pants while lowering himself to his knees. I turn horny at this. He now gets to both. Darian gives a pleased smirk. I stare with anticipation. Alex now gets to his hands. I bite my lower lip. He looks at me with an arrogant look then lowers his head. Darian begins to laugh. Bagoas smugly chuckles looking the most interested. He slips his hand into his pants. He strokes his cock. He likes my Alex and I hate him.

His eyes get scary. Like a wild animal getting picked on. Or a lion taking the last life from its prey. There is no hesitation anymore. He pushes down his jeans. The whore lubes her dildo. She comes behind him. She is looking at her boss for direction. He nods to her and the moment she slides her whorish hands down his unblemished hips, I become tight. With jealousy.

The snakes slide up my chest and I see in the corner of the room Alex fucking me on a bed piled with the no legged demons. I am moaning like a slut. Him fucking me from the back.

The men in the room watch with strong distorted interest. As do I. Alex looks completely disgusted once she pushes inside him. They give him the irony of no preparation. His muscles tense immediately. I see them defy. The almost invisible strings of his blonde hair twitch at the angry mobility of his energy. He doesn't gasp either way. He stays fixed. I can tell he's never been ass fucked before. He's a virgin to men. And now he's angry because he's not anymore. Alex becomes incurable. Fatal as a disease. But he sucks it up. Something I can not.

I start to sweat.

The room pounds like a heart beat. I stroke my cock as I lean back into Alex's stomach. He licks up my neck. I grunt. He grabs my face turning it his direction, and let's his saliva drip from his mouth into my mouth. Then ravishes my lips with his.

The slut fucks him neutrally. He shows his pride, letting it happen. The more she fucks him the less he hides away. He doesn't shut his eyes. He keeps them open. Staring fixed at the ground probably thinking of ways to kill all of them. I know that look. I know that smile. He's imagining the room and walls covered in their blood and guts.

The fucking, it doesn't hurt him though. It has nothing to do with pain. Just pride. They order she fuck him harder.

I watch her dig the toy more inside him. Deeper.

Alex doesn't make one cry. One moan.

I see a male lion enter. In his mouth hangs flesh. He sits at the edge of the bed yawning. About to take a nap. The room turns red.

Darian bends to Alex's reach and grabs a grip of his blonde hair. He makes him look up at him. "Can we count on you to do your job?"

Alex doesn't say anything.

"Answer me Alex!"

"Yes." He answers harshly. "Now get her away from me or else she dies?"

I see him sneak a safety pin tight in is hand. He clenches it the more they threaten him.

He starts to laugh. The room starts to spin.

I start to laugh.

Dangerously.

The men in the room look at me questions in there eyes. They look to eachother.

I start to see scorpions crawling amongst the ceiling and walls. Snakes continue to caress my body. Alex continues to fuck me in this hallucination. The lion growls.

Darian orders the whore to stop. She does.

"What are they laughing at?" Parmen asks feeling on the edge.

Alex waits till she pulls out. He stops laughing. She steps aside. He fixes himself and stands calmly. He then stabs the straitened paper clip in her windpipe.

They watch her fall to the ground.

I start to giggle. I am very high.

"Restrict him." Parmen shouts.

Two of the guards grab him. Alex doesn't attempt to leave. And let's them restrain him.

Darian tells Bagoas to fetch him a knife. His lover goes over to his desk. He takes a sharp blade from the top drawer. He hands it to Darian.

I start laughing again. My Alex is fearless

"Hold him. Open his mouth."

They grab him pushing him to his knees. They take piles of his hair and pull making him look up to Darian. Darian clenches his jaw and Alex doesn't even fight back. He forces his mouth open and takes the knife. He brings it to the inside corner of his lips. He takes the knife and pushes the tip in the back of his mouth where his wisdom teeth had been growing in. Blood already drips out like a waterfall. They slice his gums open. Alex digs his fingernails into Darians hands. But stays positioned. They dig out his back teeth. Bagoas opens his hand and Darian drops one tooth in it. They continue this until all four teeth are out.

Then they slash the corner of his mouth. Up to his cheek.

Alex spits the blood on the floor. Coughing it up as he swallows huge amounts. Darian stops the torture and glares down at him.

"Now we're clear Mr. Alex. Know your place. It's a good thing you're quick at healing. Get him out of here. Make sure he's treated so that he won't have an excuse not to do his job."

They take him from the room. He shares a protective smile my way. It's so promising and bloody I can now relax. Then he's gone. I understand that he can't do anything now to help me.

I guess that I am going to be alone for a bit longer.

I see the bloody man by the entrance, in a white suit, a large Python slithering up his leg and body. My delusions leave me and I stare to the ceiling nodding off. I finally pass out.

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Time goes by. So slowly. It's already nine and I've done nothing. No one has come to me and I've been standing in the same place since Parmen had left.

I hear the door open. "Get in there!" They push him in the same holding room as me. They shut the doors. We remain alone. I get to see him now, up close and personal. Very striking. Untamed is just a safe definition for him. Scars mark his face and mouth. He looked like he just came from a surgery procedure. His side of the face, sewn.

I don't say anything but watch with scared interest. So unhuman of him to look like this and be able to act like nothings happened.

He starts to move looking around the room. He acts like I'm not even there. He looks up to the ceiling. Like he's thinking about something. Then he takes his eyes to the floor. His behavior out of nowhere suddenly becomes racy and impatient. He slowly turns to me. I continue to look at him not knowing why he has my attention. He smiles with over confidence.

"I said I was going to kill you when we last spoke. Remember that? I find this a proper time. What do you think?" His voice is grungier than the last time I've heard him. He looks ill, probably from loss of blood.

"Killing me now? Not wise even for you. We are both still needed." I say staying composed.

"Which makes both our deaths very important. Did you love her?" he randomly questions me.

"Who?" I ask, knowing exactly who he was talking about.

"Your wife." He answers. Advancing towards me.

This is ridiculous. I scoff. "Do you know a husband who doesn't love their wife? You fucking bastard."

"Good answer. Do you love your son and how much?"

"I don't need to answer to you Mr. Alex."

"Then it's a no." He becomes antagonizing.

"Don't you dare answer for me either?" He steps closer to me.

"You lost your wife. I lost my father. We are very similar if you think about it." He shoves me against the wall hard. I groan.

"You had better get your hands off of me. Do not treat me like you would my son. If I had the option I would keep you two apart."

"With that attitude it's hard to tell you two apart anyway." I moan when he grabs my dick through my pants. The room becomes out of focus due to sensation. "You haven't even seen the bad man I can be." He assures.

I stress in is hold. "You're superiority complex is something that doesn't go unnoticed. There are bigger things than you and I Alex."

"Yea, I know, like your son. He's bigger than any of us and if he doesn't make it through this, you will die a very painful death."

I knee him in the stomach. He backs slightly off me. I curl both hands in fists and strike him in the face. He smiles unbothered. He comes at me again.

I push off the wall to hit again and he recovers faster. He dodges my blow and takes me by my hair. "Don't make this harder on yourself." He slams heavily my head against the wall. "Let's see what you don't have that your son has."

I punch him in the jaw. Making his cut open up again. He captures both my wrists and grins down at me. I growl angrily and try kicking him off. He then back hands me. And shoves me firmly more against the wall.

"I miss this." He hums against my ear. No doubt thinking of me as my son.

"Go to hell!"

He uses more strength and intimidation than skill. Sadly it works. He takes me by the throat. I kick him away before he can position himself before me. I elbow him in the face. And I keep landing blows until he makes progress to improve.

"Alex!" I fight to get him away but he's stronger.

He captures me in a tight embrace and pushes me so that I am facing the wall. He pierces tightly his knee in my back. He has me pinned. "You don't want to do this Alex."

"I really do."

My muscles are taut as his strength holds me down. He lifts my shirt and rips apart my belt. "Does this make you feel manlier? Get off of me!" I don't yell. I don't want the guards to hear, come in and see this.

He pulls roughly my pants down. And drags them by the loops. The material firmly falling down my hips. My back running into his chest as he slides me towards him. He grabs one of my thighs and spreads it from the other. He buries his cock in my hole. I loose my balance. So I grasp the wall. "How does it feel?"

"Stop it." I groan and fuss at the assault. I feel my body splitting in half. My insides are driven. He spreads my cheeks further apart and pushes in deeper. He thrusts for more pain. I cringe. I'm helpless as his dick keeps hardening. "Listen to me now." He rapes me until he's had enough. He doesn't worry about anyone entering the room. He's an animal free in the wild. "Understand that I have to do this. We both now know only a percentage of what your son has been through since he's agreed to work for my dad. I do feel guilty. I do blame myself every time I am reminded. Even though this was the job he took up and even though he exceeds at what he does, his problem will always be mine if I'm alive. But I don't take all the fault because it's not all mine. The rest of it is yours. You are his father."

"I understand why you hate me and it's much more than because what you think I put my son through. It's because you think I turned your father against you. You weren't a perfect man Alex and weren't even trying to be. All you cared about was your own damn success. Your mother was a witch who loved power and that's why the companies split. And that's why there is a war between the drug lords. You put the idea in their heads that only one can be on top. I lived the way I did to care for my son and family. I wasn't the evil man Alex. You were."

"All drug lords are bad people, including you, me, your son, my dad, my mother, Antipater and everyone else who seeks power. We are the incarnation of the devil. We represent him perfectly. Sex, violence, lust, power, money, blood. So that leaves bad guys versus bad guys." He sticks it in me again. I shut my eyes. "But I am the good guy now, because besides sex, violence, lust, power, money and blood, I have love and hope. Your son is my hope. I want him to know that. That's why I don't cry infront him. That's why I hold back my pain. I need to live for him."

I actually feel one of his tears hit the back of my neck. I'm breathing heavy trying to adjust. And then another hits me. He brings cold lips to my neck. "You're wife... She's okay."

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I grin red lips at the dead men, on the floor of her kitchen. I pet my anaconda gently and let the beautiful creature escape from my slender fingers. She slithers over the bodies.

"She's non venomous sweetie. Don't be afraid of her."

I have my other girls scout the home.

I come towards her as I lift slighlty my red dress so that it doesn't drag red blood.

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"What?" I ask surprised.

I close my eyes as he thrusts inside me again.

"My mother is taking care of her. The gunshot you heard over the phone was not from Darian."

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Atmosphere is absolute. I clean my gun and put it aside. A river of blood is left at my heels. I kneel down and I comfort her. She isn't crying but she is still afraid. She is shivering. Poor thing. "Shh honey, everything is okay now. You're in safe hands." I pet her hair.

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I don't even know what to say to him.

"You don't have to say anything." He reads my mind. "You never trusted me. That would make sense. I am my father's son." He thrusts in me some more. "I am not going to be able to save your son if I die. So I will kill them all."

"You can't do this by yourself Alex. It's just another attempt at suicide that you fail at each and everytime. So my question is, are you wanting to live or die?"

"I need to die. But Phai needs to live and he needs to be safe.

"How are you going to help him if you're dead. Phillip was supposed to keep him safe and he's dead and it's obvious I'm not going to live through this."

"I already made a back up plan."

He grinds against my ass. I moan leaning my head against the wall. It's too much for me. "What's that?"

He's too much.

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We go through the fast food entrance. I walk in and stop at the counter. Cassy, Leon Tolem with me. We remove our sunglasses and stare hardcore at the menu. We are at McDonalds, the cheapest food place we could find. Besides it was right there.

"Ready to order?" The cashier asks in a high pitched voice that makes me want to jump the counter and slap her face off. I can't tell if it's good or bad customer service. I mean, I am looking right at the menu. Not at her. If I was looking at her I could see why I would be ready to order. But I'm not. However she's hot with big tits and I will hit that…I'm thinking of the kid's meal.

"Cleitus hurry the fuck up. We don't have all day. Alex gave us a time limit." Tolem conjures.

"Yah, yah, can we have eight vanilla ice-cream cones, and one chocolate please?"

"Sure." she sums up the total. "That will be seven dollars and thirty eight cents."

I whip out my visa card and swipe at the self check-out. The transaction goes through.

"It will be ready in a sec." She hands me the receipt and we step aside.

Our order is ready.

We walk back to the car and hand out the ice creams. We are hanging around until Alex gives us our next queue. I go to the passenger seat but he isn't there. "Hey where the hell did he go."

"Oh he went inside to take a major piss." Roxanne answers. "Must be the pain killer medication."

I take a look at the seven empty codeine bottles on the floor of the seat. "Figures."

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He's done raping me. He pulls out and tucks his dick back in his pants immodestly. He slips something from his bloody mouth. I fix myself. He shows me the little device.

I frown. With disbelief. "How did you get that?" I hurry to speak.

"Your son and I made love, I kissed his neck softly and chewed the nerves there until I retrieved it. But I did it in a loving way. Without the knives and sharp objects. He's got to be terrified of them by now."

"How did you know about it?"

"My mother calls me Alexander the Great for a reason. She calls me other things aswell but I won't get into that." He puts the device away.

I get anxious. "Give it to me Alex. They need to have it."

"No. We keep it. Them not knowing where it is, is the only thing keeping you alive. It's under my care now and it will be safer with me."

"When they find out it was you who had it they will kill you Alex. Having that is suicide."

"I'm dead anyway." He whispers then smiles.

"Dying doesn't make you a perfect soldier."

"I don't want to be a perfect soldier or man. I want to be a perfect lover."

"Don't ruin what they are giving you. They offered you freedom."

"Freedom?" He laughs. "It's a lie. The freedom they're talking about is freedom from this world. Freedom where I no longer exist. They can't afford me being free. I need to be dead in order for them to feel safe."

"What is with your bloodline and death wishes. You obviously have a plan."

"For now I do. I would be lying if I told you that I'm a good politician. I would also be lying if I said my plan will work."

Two men open the door and Bagoas enters.

"Come, we leave now. Amyntor rides with Darian. And Alex, you're with me. We've gotten the call. The tragedies of the two main councils have been exposed worldwide. They've set up an assembly at once. All will be there. Including Antipater."

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Amyntor looks at me and scoffs before he is escorted out.

It's just me and Bagoas. I turn to him and smile widely. It hurts but I'll live.

"What are you up to Mr. Alex?" He moves slowly towards me. He admires me looking me up and down with lusting eyes. He puts his hand on my chest. Giving me a sly look.

I give him one in return. "Figure it out." I take his tiny hand away from me.

"Here." He gives me a bottle of pain killers. "You'll probably need it as another hour goes by."

I just smile and I leave the room.

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I listen weirdly to the sound of me taking a leak. The liquid is kind of heavy sounding. And dark. Probably because I don't drink much clear liquid. Don't know if that's a problem or not. I shrug and stop pissing for a quick sec. I take out a lighter from my jacket pocket. I also take out a cigarette. I light it up and savor the first puff. I blow the smoke out thinly between my lips. It rises to the surface. I can't remember the last time I had one of these. It feels so good.

I continue to pee until my bladder empties. I take another puff before I flush. I zip up my pants and leave the stall. I wash my hands then dry them. I look in the mirror and sigh. A random man walks in. I glare at him with my now one good eye.

He doesn't say a word while he stares at me weird. Then he walks back out. I take a bottle out of my pocket and snap the lid off. I pop a bunch of pain relievers in my mouth and swallow on top of the ones I have already taken. Including liquid medication and liquid gels.

"Hey Phillip." Cleitus comes in. He leans against the wall sighing. "How's the eye?"

"I'll live. Did you get my ice cream?"

"Yea. It's melting outside."

"Great." I toss away a bunch of bloody paper towels.

"You need to lay off the medication." He snatches away a bottle from me. "We don't need you to overdose. Also you're not aloud to be smoking in here."

I sigh. "So what."

"Fire hazard? There are signs all over. Do not smoke. Give it to me."

"Fine. I'll put it out. Okay." I take one last long puff. Actually two. And blow. I remove the cigarette from my lips and toss it in the trash can. I watch it light up on fire. Cleitus sighs. Rolls his eyes slightly. I smirk passed him and leave the bathroom not giving a shit. Before the alarm goes off and before the fire gets noticed, we leave the area.

By the way I bet you people thought my son was the only hot shit around here. He isn't the only survivor in the fucking family. My god, he's by my sperm for christ sake.

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Hello there peeps! Hopefully you guys are still interested. It's been long. Like I said nothing is getting happier depending on your interpretation but it is atleast happening ^_^ Also thanks everyone for the newest reviews and concerns of the update delay. I really appreciate it. I havent forgotten. That's a promise. So back to the story. Enjoy it while it's still twisted -Stranger