AFTER WHAT happened, Althea continued to harbor hatred for the man. Not only was he cunning enough to destroy her hopes, but the man also managed to force her into his desires every time he wanted them. It did not matter where it was, or how he wanted it to occur . . . All that matters is how he will get what he wants, and she will have no choice but to oblige.It was a Sunday morning when the man rose from the bed and started tidying himself. He casually grabbed his shirt on the floor before buttoning it up on the bedside table. Althea watched him carefully on the sidelines, pretending to be asleep when his eyes turned to face her."Don't pretend to be asleep; I can feel your gaze drilling into the back of my head," the man uttered before a small grin drew on his lips. Meanwhile, she rose from the bed with scorn on her face."If only my eyes could kill, I would have killed you in your sleep," Althea said, hissing. The man just let out a chuckle, as though his woman's threatening word
WHEN Althea finally woke up from a deep sleep, she urged her body to move when she felt pain radiating all over her body. In one instance, she remembered that she was beaten into a pulp by a woman named Natasha, who claims to be the supposed fiancee of her husband. Just as she tried to move, she noticed that something was preventing her from making callous movements; it was a rope tied to her wrists and ankles.She opened her eyes as best as she could and noticed that the place seemed unfamiliar. Darkness was the only companion she had, together with the raging storm she could hear from outside. In a split second, the door suddenly swung open, revealing the stature of a muscular man. "You . . . what's the meaning of this?" Althea said, growling at the man in front of her. He was drenched from the rain outside as he stood there, emotionless. She already knew that this man was bad news ever since she first met him, and she was right. "David," she called out his name. One of the t
THE SOUND of the gun continued to murmur throughout the outskirts of the forest. Israel continued to fire his weapon over and over as though he had been drilling bullets into a person's head.The nearby animals are nowhere to be seen, fleeing from the place where the gunshots occurred."Jefe," a man called out.He, who was unfazed, just fired his weapon one more time before he lowered it through the ground."Don't waste my time if it's not important," he remarked immediately. He didn't even bother to look at his subordinate and just aimed right at a figure in the distance."It's about the madam, Jefe," the man continued.Israel aimed his gun back at the target and pulled the trigger. "Continue," he ordered."The doctor has finally finished checking up on her and said that she just suffered from shock that day. She had a slight fever since it was raining hard but will recover if given plenty of rest," the man reported before the sound of the gunshot echoed through the place again."Abo
AN ENDLESS nightmare—that's how Althea describes the thing that kept haunting her in her waking hours. Her hands were trembling, holding onto the sleeves of her pajamas, while the man in front of her would lean forward slowly in her direction.His eyes were glowing red, his lips curled into a frightening smile, and the shape of his teeth was sharp and rigid. He was a monster, a devil of some sort. And in one instance, the man comes, launching himself in her direction, and she almost screams at the top of her lungs."Horrible . . ." Althea mumbled to herself when she realized it was all a dream. She found herself drenched in sweat, her chest gasping for air as she almost flew through the bed with her disheveled hair.When she looked through the four corners of the room, the first thing she noticed was the flare of the candlelight and a chair by her bedside.It looked like time had passed since she fell asleep after dinner. The sky was still dark and rigid, while silence was her only c
ALTHEA took a deep breath as she felt the gust of wind hit her face. The cold breeze of the wind was brushing past her bare face as she looked at the night sky with a longing look in her eyes.It has been quite some time since she was able to get a full glimpse of the night sky. However, her body seems to tremble quite often, more so whenever she is alone in a room with the windows open.She stared through the emptiness of the sky, the stars blinking and the cotton clouds forming.Despite the beautiful scenery in front of her, she couldn't help but long for her hometown. She knew that she lived a vulgar life ever since she was young, but for some reason, there doesn't seem to be any memory left in her, starting at the time of her waking state in his vehicle.She rested her chin on her left palm. It seemed as though her dream of escaping this place was like a distant dream now. She exhaled a sigh.It has been a week since the doctor said that she had longed to recover from her fever. H
AN INTOXICATING moan escaped her lips as she felt the man plant kisses all over her body. His lips traced each and every nook of her skin, which sent a shiver down her spine.Pleasure—that was the only thing that engulfed that night. Althea could feel the desire in his eyes as he stared right at her with those same dark brown orbs. She thought that she hated them, but it seemed like today she yearned for them to look at her.The man's hands traveled towards her waist, his clothes roughly scruffy as he pulled her close to him.It didn't matter if Althea felt numbed by the uncomfortable position of lying down on the table. What matters to her right now is the unbearable sensation she wishes to continue.A groan escaped her lips when she felt him bite her on the neck. Despite the numbing pain from his action, she still wouldn't stop moaning at the sensation of his hand lowering towards her legs.Slowly, Israel went down to her thighs, his hands softly caressing her legs as he put his lip
LOVE could be a dangerous weapon. If not handled well, things could take a turn, and you won't even notice until you're the next victim.Israel crossed his legs in front of the people kneeling. They all had that pathetic look on their faces as he stared at them with a detached look on his face.As he played with his gun above the table, the sound of the men's heavy breathing engulfed the four corners of the room. The fear in their eyes was visible, as though they knew what would happen next."So, you were all the survivors of the night, Peter put our work at risk," he started after a short while. He lit a cigarette stick hidden in his pocket before he looked at the man kneeling in the middle."Y-Yes," the man uttered in response. The people in front of him were foreigners from a country named the Philippines. Their skin is close to tan with black hair; they are commonly mistaken for Latinos rather than Asians.Israel suddenly grabbed onto his collar, and with his cigarette, he burned
THE PLACE was surrounded by the chatter of the crowd, while the place was neatly decorated with distinguished lighting all over. Fancy cars could be seen everywhere, from the parking area to the side of the road, while men and women wearing luxurious attire had a smile on their faces.Just as a car suddenly stopped in front of a huge building, a man came out of the door, his hair combed upward, wearing a black tuxedo. Clenching his jaw, his eyebrows immediately arched into a frown as he looked at those who would dare stare at him.The gossips immediately died out at the sight of the man, and they all felt fearful, lowering their gazes at the sight of him.Meanwhile, the man stood there proudly as he adjusted his necktie. He wiped a gloss of tainted lipstick across his lips before his eyes darted at the door of his vehicle, where a woman suddenly came out of nowhere.Adorned in a black strapless dress with long gloves across her arms, the man pulled her close to him and put his arm aro