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
Ernest Mervyn Point Of View.I had dressed in grey melange It suits with a white shirt. It was just a casual look for a day. I chuckled remembering a special day. Just a mere image of that day used to bring a cheerful smile on my face but now it seems that day was the worst.Flashback (7 years ago)Irina and Ernest were roaming around the garden. They were welcomed by the sweet perfume of a fragrant rose. They heard birds chirping in the trees. A cool breeze was blowing and there was refreshing green grass in the garden which is a sight to behold. They walked on the grass. Dewdrops on the grass further added to the beauty of the garden. While walking Irina got thorn of the rose in her legs. "Aghh aghh" she cried. "What happened darlo." He asked. His eyes were full of concern look. "I guess I stepped on th
Irina Ivor's Point Of View. My eyes fluttered open and every memory crashed my little brain terribly. I remembered how I fainted after listening to the unbelievable words. "She is no more." I could not believe it. I will never. It seems impossible. How could it be possible? And why? She had her whole life planned and she could never die by suicide. Was she depressed? No, she could be anything, not depressed. She could not possibly slaughter her own life. She might be upset, anxious, but she could not suicide. No, she could not. There might be something else. The last conversation... Flashback "Dear Veronica, Trust me. Your fiancee is a fucking killer and big ass pervert." Irina half yelled. Veronica rolled her eyes at her statement. Irina balanced herself on her knees to maintain eye contact w
Isabella Smith Point Of View. "Good morning gentlemen, Dominic Clint is proud once again to bring you the finest slaves from all over the world. They are perfectly trained and tested and as always you can check out all the slaves personally." Dominic Clint announced from the stage on the occasion of the auction day. I had always listened about the auction of houses but, had never thought of auction of human flesh. At the end of the stage, there were the girls shackled by an ankle to the rail that goes all the way around the catwalk... Excited buyers eagerly began to examine the slave girls from head to toe. Each beautiful woman walked to the end of the U-Shaped catwalk and back along the other side. They were naked, obviously in order to show their bodies to the buyers. It is believed that God had created human beings to live in peace with each other, and to take care of the re
Enjoy the update.Irina Ivor's Point Of View.From the dead-end to the main road, a man standing at the edge of the road in tattered clothes and covered in dirt carrying an axe was staring me with bloodshot eyes. I held my breath and trotted away from him hurriedly. The man started running up from behind with an axe, and I literally freaking screamed for help. I ran and ran until my legs started to pain. I waited for a few moments to calm down my wounded nerves. I moved my eyes to the expensive wedding dress, I was wearing which was breathing stained blood.All of a sudden, a hand reached over my mouth and started dragging me forcefully. I tried to resist a lot, but the person who was forcefully dragging me didn't let me go. He placed a blindfold over my eye, tape on my mouth, and cuffs on my wrists behind my back. I was placed inside a car. The ride seemed t
Enjoy the update. Ernest Mervyn's Point Of View. "Please have mercy on me, Boss." A man in early thirties begged while kneeling and rubbing his disgusting face on my neatly red blood polished shoes and I could only feel sorry for the condition of my shoes. It must have screamed internally "Stay the fuck away from me, you horrible stinking man" due to his disastrous breath. Trust me It was horrible than the sewer. My Poor Shoes. "Please, I and my wife are sorry. At least leave my wife. She is pregnant for god's sake." He begged again and again while crying hysterically. Instead of feeling sympathy, It fueled my anger more. I yanked his hair harshly and made him look at me while I leveled myself on the ground. He hissed in agony. "You just remember about her pregnancy. Where were your senses wh
Most awaited Veronica Mervyn's Point Of View at present while staying secretly in Clint's Mansion. (Mansion of Dominic Clint) "Touch me, slut." Dominic glared harshly into my eyes as he demanded me for his pleasure. I hurried to oblige him. "Yes," I moaned as I seized his hard dick into my hand. In a flash, he clasped my throat. "Yes, what?" he commanded. "Yes, Master," I whispered. "I'm sorry master." After a brief hesitation, his nod signaled that he accepted my apology. At least for then. I started pumping his cock, lying nude next to him, my nipples puckered in excitement and my pussy ached. All I wanted was to please him, for him to use me for his pleasure and every desire. By the look in his eyes, I knew he would. "Come on, what is it?" "Yes, master. I breathe to satisfy you. I survive to s
Irina Ivor's Point Of View. Nervous. That's what was thudding inside my heart. Walking down the aisle made me feel like a notable. Everyone turned to look at me and pulled out their phones and cameras to take a pic. I had spent, like, six hours before the wedding taking pictures and stuff with my full makeup on. When everyone was taking photos of me walking down the aisle, I selfishly kept thinking about how I would look in their photos, and I was hoping I'd look really good. I think I would have felt less nervous if everyone was seated and just looking forward. I wanted everyone to please stop looking at me. I inhale and breathe out a long breath and peeked towards the edge of the aisle. Unintentionally, a small smile spread on my face. There was my groom with his breathtaking appearance. My Bukka. He was wearing a completetuxedoincludin
Irina Ivor's Point Of View. My eyes fluttered open and I felt my body exhausted. My eyes were worn out because of the darkness surrounding me. I lifted my hand and rubbed my eyes while trying to focus on the dark surrounding. I felt the cold and rough metal around my hands, neck, and both of my legs. With the help of one of my hands, I tried to sit straight and touched the metal that was hugging my body tightly. It felt like a chain, securing my neck, both of my hands and legs. I panicked and touched the chain-like structure again to confirm and was panicked again, also the intensity increased with each minute passing by. My heart started to thud vigorously and frigid chills spread in each of my bones. Frightenedly I hurled both of my hands in the darkness, with a slight hope of rising from the bad dream, in which I was in but to no avail. I wanted to scream but, not even a weak voice could be heard. I tried again while