DOMINIC'S POINT OF VIEWThe car stopped at the red and black painted parlor with the words INK boldly written on the huge signboard placed directly in front of the tall building. "Why are we here, Dom?" my wife asked from beside me. I turned to her with a smile on my face as I said, "You'll see," and opened the door, stepped out, and helped her out of the car gently.The rain had stopped already, leaving the skies with a partially dark look as the clouds no longer looked as angry and full of rain. We walked hand in hand - something I had begun to love as she was always holding me, never shy to initiate first touch as her hands were always in mineThe interior of the parlor looked like something in a metal store, albeit elegant, as the red and black design filled everywhere, making the store look like a place for venting out anger, and not for displaying artistic talents.. A man looked over at us, his eyes lingering on my wife in an appreciative gesture before he walked forward, dress
SABINE'S POINT OF VIEWRoberto led us to the VVIP section where my husband would get a tattoo of me. When he had said it, I tried to hide my shock, but failed horribly as my mouth fell open and my eyebrows flew to my head. I had not expected it, not in my wildest imagination would it have crossed my mind that he would do something like that for me.He led me to one of the red plush couches, helping me sit on it as Roberto walked to his tools neatly spread out on the table in front of us"Any idea of an image you want to draw? or you want me to use her as a model for it live and direct?" Roberto asked, a knowing smile on his faceHe must have a death sentence or something, cause why did he keep pushing Dominic like that?My husband chuckled lowly, his eyes on me as he rubbed my cheek affectionately. All of a sudden, he turned abruptly, his hand on his gun as he drew it out, and fired directly at Roberto, the bullet hitting the glass next to his head"Oh shit!" The latter yelled, dropp
SABINE'S POINT OF VIEWHe hissed as Roberto drew on him, the little droplets of blood, as well as the red blotchy skin with painful marks, as the intricate design was made on his chest, his eyes on me as he tried not to close his eyes in pain moments in between. "Almost done, sir," Roberto said, his gaze still on the task at hand, the machine in his expert hands whirring as it worked, its needle pointy and sharp."And, done," He said, wiping off the blood and applying some kind of oil on the fresh tatI walked forward with hesitant steps to look at it, my husband held his hand out to me in encouragement as I approached him."OHH," I gasped as I caught sight of the artistic piece. he had captured the image so perfectly, it made me doubt that he had actually spent hours on that seat drawing it of my husband. The look of my face, my hair in a messy updo, as I, with reckless abandon, laughed at the show I had on at the time, my curls that framed my face at the time, were perfectly execut
SABINE'S POINT OF VIEW"You like it?" I asked him, a hopeful expression on my face as I tried not to wince at the stinging on my shoulder. The words Even in darkness, my light, in English, written in a girly font on them, the red skin around it made it look even more painful than it really was."I love it, amore mio, if you have it, I will always love it, baby," He said, kissing the tattoo gently."Well, glad to see you both like it," She said, her cat eyes on my husband, as she stared at him for a longer time than necessary. "Yes, you may leave now," He said, barely sparing her a glance. The disappointment on her face as her lips drew in a hard line was almost comical, as she packed her things from the side table, her anger making her hit them together as she tried to fit them all in the bag she brought in with her"Cynthia? You really should be careful, it would do you more harm than good to lust after what does not belong to you," I said to her, my eyes narrowed as I thought of th
SABINE'S POINT OF VIEWLATER THAT DAY/ AT NIGHT I woke up to his arm slung around me as he kissed my shoulder tenderly, his featherlight kisses rousing me from a well-deserved nap after he wrung out three orgasms from me earlier"Hmmm," I groaned in pleasure as my skin tingled underneath his soft lips. his lips were soft, they felt like clouds on my skin as he rubbed my belly tenderly."Awake yet?" He asked, his husky voice in my ear as he sucked on the earlobe, tugging and pulling on it before he resumed kissing my shoulders."Stop, I need my rest," I mumbled as I tried to drift off to sleep again. The hard part was not focusing on his soft kisses, caresses, and the feel of his warm breath on my neck, as he spooned meIt felt like a dream, like we were in the cocoon of someone just before the harsh reality of the war we were about to ride into struck us like lightning. Suddenly, his fingers drifted down to the skin bust above my breasts, our naked bodies snug under the covers, as h
DOMINIC'S POINT OF VIEWWe sat together at a table as she ate the food I cooked for her, each spoonful heavier than the last as she wolfed it down. Seeing her eat food I made for her had me feeling even more possessive, my chest swelled with pride as she devoured the rice and chicken I made."This is really good, I can't believe you made it this good in just one try, meanwhile, I tried making this five times before I got it right," She said, before taking another biteI smiled as I watched her. The way she looked was beyond cute. Her hair was in a messy bun at the top of her head, She made it that way because 'Nothing must interrupt my eating time.' Her robe was slightly open from her thighs due to the way she was seated on my thighs."I am so mad that this is that good, how did you even get this so fast?" she asked for what had to be the fifth time, as her expression was deeper than the last with her brows pulled closer every single time.She helped me forget my grief, my guilt, my p
DOMINIC'S POINT OF VIEWThe air seemed tense, still, raw; it was as though any moment from now, one little move, one reckless action from any of us would fuck all this up. I stood behind my wife, she sat on the chair in front of me, as I leaned over, my hand in hers, as she held onto me with a visceral grip, her knuckles white, her breathing heavy and fast, as her eyes zeroed in on the screen, their widened state filled with anticipationm as we awaited the news of the begining of the downfall of the one man that seemed to have a hand in tormenting each and evry single one of us, in one way or another.The moment we had informed them of the development, Raphael smirked and rushed downstairs, his wife in his arms as he carried her gently, rushing down the flight of stairs. Avelia, on the other hand, sat elegantly in her black clothes, looking like the black widow, with her eyes sharpened on the screen and her hands clenched underneath. ruffles of her dress gathering at her feet as her b
DOMINIC'S POINT OF VIEW"Good evening, everyone, my name is Mia, and I am your news anchor for today. Last week, the newly sworn-in president of the United States of America promised that among his first hundred acts in office, the very first at the top of his list would be cleaning up the federal government agencies of corruption. Five minutes ago, we received news from the white house press secretary that a list of names has been released. With this list of names comes video and audio evidence tying these names to the scene of the crime. The list of names will be read out now, We advise that you prepare yourselves; these names will shock you.These are the people involved in the most heinous sex trafficking acts in our country's history, You must be informed that a lot of children were also involved in these crimes as well, some of them ranging from the ages of two tive and thirteen. The names are;Senator Jonathan RichmondGovernor of Chicago, Alexander PopeNew York socialite and
ALVAREZ'S POINT OF VIEWThey led me out to another room, the damn interrogation room. A few minutes after I was made to sit on the steel chair, the door to the other end opened again to reveal the last person I thought I would see.The attorney general of the fucking country!The bald-headed man in his early thirties walked to the chair on the other side of the table, his sleek black shit sharp, and pristine as he sat, his icy stare on me as his eyes narrowed. "Sir, these are the files you asked for," Iris says as she hands him a thick folder filled with different documents"I take it these are the documents found in his house?" He asked, his gaze on the documents as he flipped through them."Yes, sir, these are some of them. The rest are being processed as we speak. Our officers are still checking through the house, before it will be officially sealed off," She says, standing at alert by his side"Good," He says before turning to me, a condescending glare on his face. I want to take
ALVAREZ'S POINT OF VIEWI blink rapidly, trying to clear my hazy vision, as the ringing in my ears renders me temporarily deaf. It feels as though I was just waking up from a nightmare that would never end. The feeling of paralysis, as I lay in that damn bed, unable to open my eyes, unable to lift my ficking thumb, unable to move a limb, as every cell in my body felt as though it were on fire. My mouth was dry, numb, and without taste as I tried to feel my tongue.In that moment, the only thing I could truly feel was the pounding of my heart as it felt like it would burst from my chest at any moment from the force with which it beat. "Maria!" I call out, my eyes closed as I try to regain control of my body, it still felt like a fucking sack, unnaturally heavy, and limp as I lost all control of it. The bitch did not answer as I called"Maria!!" I yell again, if she takes longer to come here like the dog she is, I will be cutting something off. She was too slow already, it seemes she n
DOMINIC'S POINT OF VIEWStanding there, I watch as the SWAT team, dressed in their uniform, kick down the door of the house, completely ripping it off its hinges."POLICE! HANDS ABOVE YOUR HEAD! STAY STILL OR WE WILL SHOOT!" yelled one of the officers, probably the captain, as they moved with a fierceness, the cameras moving in on the kitchen, but no one was there. All that could be seen was a first aid kit and some blood-stained tissuesThey moved further into the house, covering every other else till they got to the bedroom. The small room, the last place they needed to check, the one place the motherfucker was, because he had no choice. He would not, would not move.Maria's drugs had made sure of thatThe son of a bitch lay lifeless on the bed, his eyes closed shut, as his body lay still, his mind olivious to the shitstorm I have weathered in his life."Police! Do not move, hands above your head!" An officer yelledThe foolHe obviously cannot move, you idiot! I yelled in my mind a
DOMINIC'S POINT OF VIEWThe next video came up. It was another video. This time it was of a man, his blonde hair looked like he had run his hands through it in a mix of anger and frustration, as he gritted his teeth. His red face displayed his anger. The caption in the video read "I USED TO WORK WITH ALVAREZ IN THE FORCE BEFORE I GOT TRANSFERRED TO ANOTHER STATION IN A DIFFERENT STATE"He tries to position his phone in the video as he starts to vent, the camera shaking at different times. and sometimes at an odd angle"I ALWAYS KNEW SOMETHING WAS UP WITH THAT SON OF A BITCH! CALL ME WEIRD, BUT I JUST KNEW, IT WAS FROM HIS BODY LANGUAGE, THE WAY HE SPOKE. EVERY SINGLE EVENT, PARTY WE ATTENDED WHILE I SHADOWED HIM AS A JUNIOR, HE WOULD MAKE SEVERAL REMARKS ABOUT CHILDREN, ABOUT WOMEN. HE ALWAYS SPOKE ABOUT SELLING THEM, ABOUT GOING BACK TO THE TIMES WHEN WOMEN WERE MADE TO SERVE MEN. I KNEW SOMETHING WAS OFF ABOUT HIM FROM THE START. HOWEVER, NO ONE EVER BELIEVED ME! Everyone always th
SABINE'S POINT OF VIEWI watched as the weight of what had just happened settled in each and every one of us. It was fucking glorious, the way it was all revealed, the aftermarth would be even better. I got up and walked over to my husband as he paced the living room, his long legs moving back and forth, with his hand on his chin. He was clearly deep in thought; perhaps he was thinking of another way to ruin Alvarez.We all are.Getting to him, I pulled my hand out with an expectant gaze. He looked at me in confusion, before he handed me a black card, his name plated on it in gold print.I stared at the card with an exasperated expression as I sighed. He smiled, his gaze unsure as he whispered, "What? You want another one?" He went for his pocket again, but I just shook my head as I hid the card away in the pocket of my shirt."No, this is not what I wanted, but I will keep it...for supervision," I said, lying through my teeth. I would wreck the card with my newfound shopaholic skills
AURORA'S POINT OF VIEWI stared at the television, the news of the start of the downfall of the man my husband called his best friend, his brother, his kin stared me in the face. The glow from the television cast the room in an eerie glow as we all stared, some seated, some standing, each of us having suffered one way or another from the evil ways of this man.One had lost a husband, a friend. I might not have loved him as much as I do Daniel, but I respected him. He loved me with all he had, not caring about the fact that I could not reciprocate his feelings, he stood by me, fought his band of misogynist men who hounded me to give him another child, a male preferably, barely weeks after I had my daughter. He was ready to leave his inheritance, his birthright, for me. I will always remember him, till my dying breath.Another lost the childhood she could have lived in, the love, the parental support, the care she would have gotten had this madness not ensued. My precious daughter, the
MARIA'S POINT OF VIEWI could not sit still, I could barely breathe, it felt like there was a noose around my neck as I sat here, in the living room beside Sabine, staring at the television screen as several reports were made about the one man I have known all my life as the monster he really was, the world world just found out about the evil I have lived with all my life, the pain, the trauma, the suffering I have endured all my life.The light from the large television bathed the room in a soft glow, and the flashes from the camera as different clips were rolled in made the living room look as though it were in danger of being attacked. I do not want to sit here, I do not want to watch the horror I have lived in displayed on the news with reporters that probably felt nothing, that had no idea of the torment it was that came with knowing a man like Alvarez.I do not think I would be truly ready to explain just what I have gone through, but I could not move away, could not bring mysel
SABINE'S POINT OF VIEWAnother woman appeared on the screen; this time, it was not a police officer, but a nurse from a nearby hospital. I remembered her from the last time I had suffered a knee injury; she was the nurse attending to me, even after Alvarez warned her against it. She stood in beside the reporter, Landon, a huge black sign in her hands with the words,'FILTHY PEADOFILT!" on them, her angry eyes staring back at the camera as she said"I always knew something was off about him! He always hung around little girls, and I noticed those little girls would go missing as soon as he had any form of contact with them. I have a relative in the station he works at, and he swears that Matthew, sorry, Alvarez," she says with a scoff, her baffled expression almost comical, if the kind of news she was reporting was not so harrowing"He came to the hospital I work at, a little girl on his arm as he carried her inside, her knee had a huge wound on it from her dancing ballet. I remember
SABINE'S POINT OF VIEWThe next clip came rolling in. It was a video of a child, a young blue-eyed girl who could not have been more than seven at the time this video was made. Her eyes were filled with tears as she whimpered, her neck had an angry red bruise on it, as she shuddered, probably from cold, and the fact that she was clad in a small, sleeveless white dress"Smile, you brat. You want me to use my whip again?" The distorted male voice at the other end said, his voice harsh, curt, and leaving no room for disobedience. She smiled hesitantly, her tear-stained cheek stretching with discomfort as she hugged herself, probably in an attempt to shield herself from the prying eyes of the long line of men on the other side of the room in the video as they stared at her. Their sick gazes on the choker around her neck, leading to a chain"How much is she going for?" One of the men said, his accent distinct, unfamiliar as he raised his finger, not taking his eyes off the poor child cryin