Twin Tormentors By RARE

Chapter 61

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BACK IN DARK WOODS

RAQUEL POV

wwFLASHBACK

I had just left the gym and was on my way to the east wing where my bedroom was. I rounded the corner and my mind drifted back to my lady. Although sometimes she made me want to scream because of how brainless she got, I liked her a lot. I mean just a few days back the mines nearly split her open, and I had just told her not to go into Dark WoodsShe was a very good person, sweet, very kind and so warm. Being around her never made me feel left out and I felt more comfortable with her than any of the girls here in Dark Woods. As a hard clodhopper who only knew how to hold a riffle and burst someone’s brain from at least 3km away, I never really clicked with the models and bikinis and martinis. I was gung ho punk and preferred my things a little way too tight.

My lady never made me feel left out or ridiculed me for things I loved. She never, even for a second, made me feel like I needed to be someone around her. She was just so welcoming.

I grew up in the Familia after my parents just vanished into thin air overnight. That day is still fresh in my memory, I knew it intimately. I was only 5 at the time. I remember waking up in a very silent house, which was not how it was. My house was always a ruckus, a battlefield kind of noise with my mom singing and my dad joining in with his deep voice. They always cracked me up every time. After that, my dad would go away to work with his briefcase, leaving my mom and me behind, and then come back in the evening with a rose for mom, and candy for me. We were a happy family.

That morning, I was woken up by the eerie deafening silence and padded downstairs to find a big man dressed in black. He was so big, I remember looking like an ant beside his mountainous body. He had smiled at me and said:

“Mommy and daddy told me to come and take you to your new school.” He had informed and coaxed me with dolls and unicorns until he left my house with me. The sight of new dolls and barbies was so enchanting and captivating to the mind of the 5-year-old. I left with the man who took me to a big castle, there he told me that I was a princess. I believed him. I remember arriving inside the castle and finding other princesses, who were just as excited as I was. We were each taken to our rooms, fed, and clothed. The days of living like a princess went on and on until one day, one big man arrived and gave us guns!

Since his arrival, we said goodbye to the old princess days. Then welcomed dark days of hellish training

The girls were divided into small groups, each taken to a different kind of sector. I was taken t o the mercenaries and boy did I outshine my peers. When I reached 10, I knew everything

there is to know about guns. I slept on them, I ate with them. I was a gun by myself. My very first mission was when I was 14. I was sent to shoot some rich ass guy in his hotel room for a good distance from the hotel building. I remember being on the rooftop with my riffle, with the ‘Big Man’ standing behind me, just watching. I remember being so calm when I pulled the trigger and then watched as the bullet busted through the skull of my target, spilling his brains.

Since that day, I gained the ‘Big Man’s respect. He took me with him wherever he went to. By the age of 17, I was his lapdog. Attending to his ‘needs’ and doing everything that pleased him. He grew on me and became the reason why I lived. Pleasing him and getting credit from him was all that mattered. I became sharper with him around, more steady and untouchable. That only pulled me closer and closer to him. The power he pulled with just a raise of his hand always left me bewildered. Although he was just the right man of the boss, he commanded like a real king, and everyone in the familia worshipped him. My admiration for him hit the roof, went to greater extremes. I found myself thinking about him more often

than necessary, found myself pleasuring myself in the middle of the night with his name dancing on my tongue.

Until one night when he ‘rewarded’ me. My body shuddered by just a mere memory of that night. Besides the fire all night long, in his room, his body had slid on top of mine, wet and hot, muscles rippling as he slowly yet firmly thrust into me, taking his time to explore my body. I remember screaming his name as a very foreign rush of excitement tore through me, my mind going blank from such a beguiling feeling of having him between my legs, inside m e, his hot breath caressing the side of my neck. Since that day, he had tattooed his name on m y heart, making him a factor I can’t tire of.

“You look distracted, baby girl.” That panty-dropping voice called out a good distance from where I was paused in the hallway, making me very aware of the present. My lips parted as I watched him draw closer to me in slow, steady steps.

“I was… thinking,” I said plainly, trying to refrain from the small shudder and the rush of excitement that sizzled all the way down to my lady bids, making me very aware of how aroused I was. He hadn’t even laid a hand on me yet, but I was so ready for what he had in store for me. And how I know the goodness of it all!

“I can tell. Mind sharing?” He stood right in front of me, his cologne engulfing my sense of smell and knocking the air from out of me, I felt so light-headed yet so horny to even think straight. I licked my lips and stared up at his face, a bit of stubble evident on his sharp jawlines, he hadn’t shaved. I loved that stubble when it brushed between the sensitive smooth skin of my inner thighs.

“What are you thinking of baby girl?” His gentle voice called out yet again, causing me to blush an embarrassing shade of red,

“You!” I answered, my breasts brushing against his chest.

“I know.” He said something and raised his hand, then pulled my lower lip with his thumb,

his eyes following every movement of his finger.

“I have an assignment for you. Will you do it for me, baby girl?” He asked in a sultry voice.

“Yes. Anything for you.” my eyes fluttered close, reveling in the feeling of him against me. Although we had clothes between our bodies, I could feel him, from head to toe.

“Anything?” He asked digging his thumb harder into my face,

“Anything!” I replied pulling his thumb into my mouth and sucked on it. He rewarded me with a loud rumbling growl that shot straight to my clit, causing it to thrum harder. Gosh, I was so horny!

“Good girl!” he commented and took my hand in his, then let me to his quarters. His room was the biggest in the east wing, and it had its

own rooms inside. Spending time with him always reminded me of that time in Russia. This man, I could do anything for him.

He let me into the shower where he made love to me under the spraying water. The feeling of his wet skin against mine made everything so full of meaning. After that, he took me to bed, continued making love to me non-stop. I was in love with Lorik. I would burn the world if that’s what he wanted.

After screaming our release, he laid next to me and trailed his finger on my flat belly.

‘I want to kill Leigh-Ari.” He announced causing me to tear from the bed in shock. I just stood there and looked at him like he had grown an extra pair of eyes, Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“I can’t do that,” I said without thinking. I didn’t know the assignment he was talking about was my lady. I couldn’t kill her. She was the only person who has ever accepted me,

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“I mean it’s… It will be hard to do that. The security and… the bosses, they…” I rattled trying to find something that would convince him not to do that,

“I know. And you are not going to kill her. I will do the job myself.” He said relaxing further into his giant bed.

“But…”

“All you need to do is to switch off those damn devices in her room. I can take care of the rest.”

ww~END OF FLASHBACK~~~

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Dangling from the heavy chains, I looked to the side where Lorik was chained down, head hanging upside down. My heart ached at his helplessness. I wasn’t sad for what I had done, I was sad that I couldn’t do anything to help him. From the corner of my eye, Boss V walked towards me holding a mini drill, dragging a giant table behind him.

His face was so blank I couldn’t even read him. I wanted to know what he was thinking; I needed him to ask me questions so that I could at least tell him why I did what I did. I knew

they had trusted me with my lady’s life, but I couldn’t go back on my word, I couldn’t disappoint the only man who has ever made me feel whole. I hated the idea of hurting my lady. She was the purest soul I have ever met, but I had to do what I had to do.

Boss V silently and unhurriedly placed the table in front of me, then placed the drill on the surface and rounded the table. He was so relaxed as if he was about to sit on the recliners under a hot day with a drink in his hand.

He stood on my side and began unchaining me. I didn’t want to be excited at what that might mean. I knew today was the day I die. I was not going to be given a chance to walk out of here with my head attached to my neck.

When my hands were free, he pulled the straps from the sides of the table and strapped my hand’s palm flat, fingers stretched out. He rounded the table and stood in front of me, then looked at me with the emptiest eyes ever. He powered the drill and slowly leaned it down. My eyes widened at the realization of what was going to happen.

“Wait, which hand did you use to shoot her?” He asked raising the drill. I swallowed audibly and faced down; gosh it was going to hurt.

“The left one,” I replied, a few seconds ticked before the cold steel bit into my flesh, penetrating deeper to the bone. A shriek left my lungs as the most excruciating pain coursed through my body. The buzz of the drill amplified as the blade cut through blood to spurt everywhere as the steel ground through my wrist until it bit into the steel table. 1

By the time he lifted the drill, my hand was no longer attached to my wrist. My body shook at the intense pain of being butchered alive

He powered the drill off and walked off to the far end of the room where he came back holding a bucket. I looked to the side to see whether Lorik was watching. Did he see that? What was he thinking? I found him as quiet as death, not even watching. His ignorance stung more than the drill had. Boss V stood in front of me and took what was my hand, then tossed i t in the bucket and took the drill yet again, powering it on. This was going to be the longest night ever.

“I love him. That’s why I did it.” I called out even though he didn’t ask. He had to know why I did it. I couldn’t just shoot M’lady without a reason.

“Pity!” He replied flatly and placed the drill on the little finger of my right hand, earning himself a good cry from me. My muscles trembled at the most intense pain I have ever felt in life. Fuck Lorik’s negligence. Being butchered alive was the worst kind of pain!