Irina Ivor's Point Of View.Flashback to be continued. It was a message of no other than the sister of Ernest Mervyn, the love of my life and my one and only best friend "Veronica Mervyn". The message said, "I am in danger" with her location attached to the message. The first that came into my mind was the simple question, "What?". The other question that came into mind was that "...and the how the fuck is that possible?". I rubbed my eyes, wishing it to be my dream. I pinched myself for the same reason while desperately hoping the message to disappear from the screen. Just then, a playful thought kicked into my mind. From whom this message had come? Obviously Veronica. ...and who was she? A girl who seemed to be a spoiled brat to me and who would prank all the time to seek attention. I relaxed a bit and replied to her with a message that said, " Not so funny and a stupid prank to be dragged on me. Thank you."I put my phone on the other side of my bed, started settling down to ge
Irina Ivor's Point Of View.Flashback to being continued.You are unbelievable." I spat out, angrily and was about to go from her side, towards my house when she stopped me by pulling my left hand."Please, wait and listen to me." She mumbled in a low voice. "Now what reason is there to listen, hah? It is only because of you, that we are here alone in the street, in the middle of the night. It was such an ugly prank that pulled on me." I said, my words sounded like screeching at the end but who cares. She was the one to blame. I mean, who the hell with a sane mind would do such a thing, and again and again, the main point that I wanted to emphasize was that such a thing should not be happening in the middle of the young night. Who knows, when the bitch luck could turn into a devilish incarnation. "I know, I should not have done such a thing with you, especially at a night and I am sorry. Trust me, I am regretting it through my guts." She let out with an guilty low voice and with a
Ernest Mervyn Male Protagonist of the Story.He is one of the heartless and cruelest mafias. He is mainly involved in illegal drugs and arms and ammunition. His parents were killed mysteriously and he was left with his sister, Veronica Mervyn. He was in immense love with Irina Ivor since childhood until his love turns vicious due to......Irina IvorFemale Protagonist of the Story.She is a sweet and kind-hearted girl. She believes in appreciating rather than Criticising. She is in immense love with Ernest Mervyn since childhood despite knowing the fact about him being a mafia. She does not belong to a mafia family but she is attached to it with a mysterious past. She had always considered Veronica Mervyn as her best friend.
ERNEST MERVYN POINT OF VIEW. I was brainstorming in my office. Thinking of who the fuck is the person who dared to hurt my sister. I lost it, I could not take it knowing my sister is fucking dead.The beast inside me demanding to be released on that person who fucking dared to ruin my sister's life.I was ready to kill.I was fucking ready to be the monster.Every time I close my eyes and the picture of my sister hanging from the ceiling kept on flashing in front of me. This shit stressed me out. I felt guilty. Damn me. I should have been with her in her worst breakdown. I should have protected her from her tormentor. But I was not...She was nowhere.Undoubtedly, I will avenge her by destroying the person who destroyed her. I will find that person and I would make sure his death won't be that easy."Boss?" I heard B
Let's find out who was "she" in the previous chapter. IRINA IVOR POINT OF VIEW "Hey, sunshine. The D for Dominic and D for Demon is back. Come on, get down on your knees. You dumb bitch. You won't be needing your feet anymore. You will spend the rest of your life kneeling in between my legs and crawling around me." I could feel him standing on the door and laughing hard at his pervert dialogue. All of sudden he stopped laughing and started taking long hungrily steps towards me. My eyes widened and I screamed..... I woke up trembling, shaking uncontrollably, and panting hard. I was sweating profusely.Suddenly I felt the touch of familiar hands over my shoulder. I know this tender touch. I calmed down a bit.I am safe.He is not here.
Third Person Point Of View... I was in front of his apartment. It was shabby, dirty, and dark. I would not have come if it was not for him. I waited for impatiently at his door. I could have sent my men and get him killed but I wanted to do it myself especially when I got to know that he resides with his daughter. A man in fifties opened the door. "Lord you..uh.."He said. I could sense a glint of fear in his voice. That's what I love the most. Fear and horror. "Well Hello dear, won't you invite your lord inside?" I said amusingly. "Woah wait wait wait I should have asked like this... Won't you invite your Ex lord inside?" I added sarcastically. He started to shiver. Well, he knew very well that generosity is not my style. I love to see people trembling and shivering in fear in front of me while I welcome them with a lot of sarcasm. "No matter what. Even if I have stopped serving you, you will always be my Lord."
The third person in the previous update was no other than Dominic Clint and trust me you will hate him more in further chapters. Well, lovelies, enjoy the update. Horrifying screams could be heard in the basement. These horrible sounds demonstrated the pain and suffering of dozens of girls. Every girl possessed their own sore and throbbing story. The women had been reduced to something less than human, empty holes to be filled with men seed. Dominic Clint Point Of View. Every month I had an auction. Girls were sold to wealthy depraved Clients to be used in most violent and degrading ways imaginable as their sex slaves. Before the sale, the girls were softened up by cruel trainers. Girls while training is not allowed to wear any clothing. They were constantly beaten and fucked. Endlessly sodomized by men or
Ernest Mervyn Point of View. For the last two days, I had been drinking each and every minute. I had lost count of men and women mainly whores and hoes, to whom I killed and tortured in a most gruesome way. If I would have let a person witness the barbaric torture inflicting on the prisoners even for one minute, I am damn sure that person would have died then and there with a heart attack. I walked into the bedroom of my beloved sister. Her bedroom was designed by IONS DESIGN, a Dubai-based company, uses soft and soothing pink and white to create a sparkling luxurious feel. From a modern chandelier that dangles over the bed to a plush pink carpet that practically begs for your bare feet. My heart anguished as I remember the memorable days spent with her. How she used to hypnotize me with her big and beautiful eyes whenever she desired me to do something for her. How she used to fill my dark and