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Chapter Five
His mouth smelled of aged wine; he sat drunk on an office chair, which he wished for years to occupy, overthrowing his owner; luck smiled at him; and life turned its face toward him.
He grew up homeless in the alleys and on the sidewalks and found nothing to eat, so every night he lay on the threshold of a house or crumpled in the corner of a parking garage, writhing in hunger and the cold gnawing at his bones.
He does not know his home or family, everything that floats into his imagination from the well of the past, that fat woman with a turbid face and a dirty tongue, who is supposed to be nostalgic for him and his colleagues who have lost the warmth of the family, ignorant of the meaning of belonging.
It was a tormented childhood spent in a care home; what care are they talking about?!
His body is still disfigured by signs of care; what nonsense is this?!
And what hardship did he experience in the care of a house whose supervisor is supposed to be a surrogate mother?!
But that incubator punished society, with people who bore grudges against those from whom God had given gifts that they had been deprived.
Whenever he remembers her, raging lava explodes inside him, angry at all the daughters of Eve, so any woman becomes for him a means of momentary pleasure.
There is no proof of nothingness for him, starting with a mother who gave birth and rejected what grew in her bowels, throwing it into the darkness of the unknown, passing through that ugly thing that tormented him in doses.
In the end, that traitor who made him a station to reach his friend, even if his friend rejected it in honor of him, made him wonder why they all hate him?!
Neither a mother cares, nor a shepherd who cares, nor a lover who is saved.
A hateful gaze was aimed at the one sitting on his thighs, her fingertips messing with the buttons of his shirt with caressing.
His hand stretched out and clenched her fingers; he stopped what she had started, and he pulled her away from him in disgust, and her body fell under his feet, and his foot advanced to crush her fingers under his shoes.
A cry of pain came from her as she raised her head to him, her eyes begging him for mercy, not knowing what she had done to appear that way.
She’s one of the girls at the bar owned by Chief Rika. And this is his friend and right-hand man, Nick, who sent her a request to accompany him.
Nick, staring at her in disgust, bows his body to her, pulling her locks of hair and holding her tightly.
Lifting her up to him after he took his shoes away from her, she joined her fist to her chest, her face red from the intensity of her pain, on the one hand her fingers groaning in pain, and on the other her hair almost uprooting with his hands.
He raised her head to him, revealing his fangs, his eyes firing arrows of hatred, and his speech coming out loaded with torment, hiding it behind a veil of repulsion.
“Don’t go too far with me; I’m the one who decides if I want your body consumed or not.، And now I don’t want you; get out of my face, you prostitute! You’re all prostitutes.”
He pushed her away from him, and her steps stumbled with those high-heeled shoes, and her feet slipped, and her body fell to the ground.
She crawls back with the help of her arms, shaking her head in panic.
Her tears run their way down her cheeks, which are adorned with bright blush and a stark facial adornment that suits her job in a place like this: Sandy, the bartender.
She came to him forcefully after the hall official told her that Mr. Nick wished to come to the office he now occupies until their leader returned.
Nick told Steve to bring in that bottle of fine wine, which was about to end, in an indirect explanation of why he called her and not other bar girls.
Sandy proudly says that her work here for a reason, her acceptance of going to him for a purpose, and her keeping up with him are tricks.
“Not all of us are like your mother, Master.”
She stepped on a minefield with her feet, as if she had put salt on his bleeding wounds to this day.
Despite his thirty years, the wounds are still festering open when he has memories of a painful past, let alone after the follies she uttered that will plunge her into his hell, which she sought.
She should have left when he ordered her to do so, but instead of running away, she bravely fought against him.
He quickly pounces on it, but as soon as he takes a step until the vision is blurred, his eyes are blackened, and the earth stretches him, until he falls unconscious, and it seems that the effect of the sleeping pills that she mixed with wine has flowed with his blood, and their effect has been enhanced by this intoxicant, she keeps those pills in her possession in anticipation of a similar circumstance.
She smiled maliciously as she mocked him, saying, “Sweet dreams, handsome.”
After Nick fell due to the hypnotist that Sandy put in his glass, she approached him to unbutton his shirt, taking it off nervously.
How exhausted this “Nick” is with the magnitude of his strong arm muscles and athletic body!
How handsome he looked over-close and quiet in that nap.
But she caught her eye sporadic wounds along his arms, and when she turned him over with difficulty to rid the other arm of the shirt,.
She found clear marks on the skin of his back, and she looked at him with disgust.
He is probably one of those sadists who love violence during their sexuality.
She resorts to this trick whenever despicable Steve forces her to leave with a bargoer, exercising his power to force the famle workers to entice these drunken people to take advantage of them,without the knowledge of Chief Rika.
When she goes out with someone, she waits for any opportunity to make them take these pills in any way because she desperately needs money, and her salary from the bar is not enough to treat her little brother, who has had leukemia and needs blood transfusions at least twice in one month, in addition to the high costs of the hospital as well as the expenses of treatment and medicines.
She rushed from his office, as if haunted by ghosts; she must leave the place, but the whole city-in any case, there is nothing connecting her here. She is a girl of Greek origin, born in one of the rural areas there, where their customs resemble those of Eastern societies.
The girl they have must keep herself for her future husband; there are no sexual relations for the girl they have before marriage, and she adheres to those traditions that she grew up with, which were planted inside her by her parents, who died in a terrible accident.
That’s when one of the mass transit vehicles overturned while they were inside, leaving her with great responsibility, and she is still 21 years old.
When she walked out of the office, she bumped into someone.
She raised her head to see the obstacle that appeared in front of her out of nowhere and found him, the hateful Steve.
She smiled confusedly, groping for the palm of her hand, which was crushed by what was dumped on the floor inside.
Steve asked her with great interest, and in a warning tone,
“What’s wrong with you, Sandy?! Don’t you have angered Mr. Nick?”
She took off the robe of tension and put on the cloak of rudeness, and when she approached him, she put her hand on his shoulder to pamper him, in any case, not out of fear of him, because he has no passion for women, but he has other perverted tendencies.
Sandy, that flirty virgin, pointing her index finger to herself boastingly, says softly,
“Don’t doubt Sandy’s abilities; your master lies inside, unable to move; he was so fascinated that he let me go early to rest after being wild with me. I’ll tell you something, Steve.”
Steve nodded, drooling with excitement.
Sandy continued, caressing his cheek with her fingers, and inside she was disgusted, wanting to vomit.
“Your master is your favorite type; he loves sadism.”
She threw the dog a bone to occupy it and left immediately, as she had to go get her few things from that worn room where she stayed in a low-level hotel that suits her means.
Will Sandy be able to escape with her booty?
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