Deep love: insatiable lover

-Quit? Who? What about you?

Brisa’s mouth was too strong to admit it, though her body stiffened at Roberto’s proximity and ambiguity. Resisting the urge to push Roberto away, Brisa resisted the man’s movements.

Putting his arms around Brisa’s waist, Roberto mentally measured her waist.

-So, Brisa, are you ready for this?

For some reason, she always thought Roberto’s tone was strange and unsettling. She couldn’t resist the urge to look back and see the expression on his face. But at the thought of the contempt he had just shown, arrogance once again made Brisa resist the impulse.

He didn’t turn around, so he didn’t see Roberto’s horrible, creepy expression.

It was like a beast that has been hungry for so long that one day it finally smells fresh meat and its devouring instinct makes it want nothing more than to devour the juicy meat in front of it.

The madness was overwhelming.

-Of course I’m ready. So will you stop talking nonsense, or are you going to back out?

-How could I?

“I’ve been waiting for you to take the bait. Now that the fish has bitten, there’s no reason to let go. So from now on, Brisa, you’re my prey. Now that you’re in my hands…”

Roberto’s eyes grew more and more excited as he imagined in his mind what he would do in the future, and the lump in his throat could not help but tremble violently.

-Baby, welcome to paradise.

“and then at the top of heaven, straight to hell. That’s where I’ve done it for you.”

-Don’t shout! -Brisa put her discomfort down to Roberto addressing her too intimately, and said coldly, “Although I agreed to be with you, it’s not a relationship. Rather, I’m playing with you, and when I’ve had enough, we’ll separate immediately.

Roberto laughed lightly, not responding positively at all.

-Come on, keep drinking.

Brisa was so determined to indulge that she didn’t want to think about anything. At times like this, only alcohol could numb her nerves and make her feel sore.

Tonight, Brisa has no idea how much she has drunk, and in the end she loses consciousness and falls into Roberto’s arms.

-Mr Roberto.

Roberto looked up nonchalantly, with a pleasant smile on his lips, and looked at his respectful interlocutor.

-The prey has been thrown into the net, and soon it will be another feast for the eyes. Heh, are you looking forward to it?

The other man tensed instinctively and lowered his head, not daring to look at Roberto’s expression, as if terrified.

There is no one who knows Roberto who is not afraid of him, because they know he is the devil, a horrible devil. There’s nothing he can’t do that you can’t imagine.

-What are you afraid of? My prey is not you.

The extreme fear of his opponent bored Roberto and he looked away, tilting his head to look at Brisa, who was leaning on his shoulder, completely drunk.

-It’s time to go.

The first show, to begin with.

-Take the person with you.

-Yes.

Two bodyguards immediately stepped forward and fought Brisa. Roberto, for his part, immediately undressed and threw his clothes in the trash with disgust.

He felt bad looking at him because he had been touched by Brisa.

The bustling hilltop soon fell into stony silence, the madness of moments before seeming like a nightmarish hallucination.

The black suit was alone in the bin.

-Sorry sir, we didn’t expect Miss Breeze to take advantage of the chaos and escape.

-What is the fire about?

Dylan’s face was cold, an edge filling his eyes.

-The fire service came to check because there was so much smoke that it set off the fire alarm. The whole apartment building was checked, but only smoke was found, not fire.

Dylan’s face darkened.

-Vicente’s people?

The thought was dismissed by Dylan as soon as it appeared.

-It can’t be Vicente. If he wanted to take Brisa, he would have talked to me directly, he wouldn’t have resorted to such far-fetched methods.

He would only have used a commanding tone, asking her bluntly to let Brisa go, without going to the trouble of devising such a charade.

-Look carefully and find out.

Dylan ordered in a cold voice, and his men nodded and dispersed to their work, regardless of the delay.

Only a few moments later Mateo arrived in a hurry.

-Is Brisa gone?

Dylan looked at him and Mateo frowned, suddenly thinking of something.

-Of course, didn’t I hear earlier that Brisa had met a man in the bar? Then I went to check and found out that his origin is not simple and mysterious. Could he be the one who did it?

Quite possibly.

-Keep chasing it, I want to see the most crucial thing.

-Yes, I will be there.

Mateo nodded and hurried off again.

Standing on the floor, Dylan looked around with a sombre gaze. The place had been trashed a few times by Breeze, the decorations had long since fallen into disrepair, and many of the places where the decorations should have been placed were empty.

It now looks like an abandoned flat.

Dylan went into the bedroom where Brisa had been and found a mobile phone inside.

Brisa had left him behind.

Unfortunately, the content had been erased and the phone had been restored to its factory settings, so there was no valuable information.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Dylan stared coldly at the lights outside as he blinked at the dawn.

The night was, at best, a little unsettling for Dylan, but for Brisa it was the beginning of a nightmare.

Time rewinds.

-Mr Roberto, the room is ready.

Roberto stops washing his hands and looks at the man in the mirror with a slow curl of his lips. The smile was wicked and seductive, but the look in his eyes was so strange and cold that it was inexplicably terrifying.

His eyes gradually became excited and greedy, a look of impatience.

-Where is the audience? Has everyone arrived?

-It is already here.

-Let’s go then.

After a final check of his costume in the mirror, Roberto picked up the mask he had put aside and put it on.

The black mask covered most of his face, revealing only his eyes and jaw. On the mask, where the mouth was, was an exaggerated, blood-red smile that looked dark and creepy.

Satisfied with himself in the mirror, Roberto saved the lump in his throat from the excitement.

Ta-da-da.

The sound of boots on the ground was crisp and clear.

For some, the sound was a call to heaven. For Brisa, it was a wake-up call to take a step towards hell.

The darkened room looked like a private cinema. There were only three rows of fifteen seats, each with a masked man sitting in it. Only their masks showed their eyes and mouths, and you could tell by their expressions how excited they were.

In front of the crowd was a huge screen.Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

A red bed with a masked person lying naked on it.

And next to the bed was a masked man, Roberto.