He tasted the sweat from her neck, his hands moving all over her virgin body, forcing her to spasm erotically.
As he moved his hands around to grab her butt, she pulled off his jacket and began biting the buttons off of his shirt, ripping threw his t-shirt, sucking his nipples. Then, she impatiently unfastened his belt, his slacks dropped. He forcefully turned her to the wall, pressing his body against hers, and savagely began to fuck her.
After a few thrusts of his masculine force, she stopped him, "Not like this..." she said.
He immediately lifted her up, the both of them in the nude, and carried her to the master bedroom on the second level, where they became intertwined in a escapade of sensual pleasure that ended as the sun set.
"So... What's in the bag? This is only my second time asking you." she said once again, as they both lay underneath her black silk sheets.
He smiled, then rose from the bed, nude, and left the room, only to return with the black bag, handing it over to her as she sat in the bed wearing an over-sized t-shirt.
She examined the bag, then reached her hand inside and pulled out a black box that when it was opened, revealed a diamond necklace with a blue diamond heart charm that, when worn, would hang just in between her breasts. "It's beautiful..." she awed, as he locked it around her neck. "It really is. I love it Surbenét... But why the blue instead of red?"
"It is beautiful, huh? The azure diamonds and sapphires represent your limitless boundaries... The sky... The wait... The six year wait is like being in an ice prison. You held in there for me... all these years. You’re my precious Ice Princess. Some would say that you’re cold hearted if you don't give them the time of day."
"A stuck up bitch is what I'm used to hearing in these days." she joked.
"Well, that's an overstatement." he grinned. "You can finally put your guard down and look to me for your strength. How can one heart so cold be so warm?"
"By not putting out!" she chuckled. "I love you." she added, delicately rubbing the necklace.
After a moment, Surbenét was in the shower when Rebekah joined him. They made love again.
Afterwards, he wished her a happy birthday and reminded her of their dinner engagement at Governors later that evening. Then they shared another heartwarming embrace before his departure.
A black Infinity QX56 SUV cruised through the 'Claudine Commons' middle-class area of Warwick city and parked down the street from a well-manicured home. From the trees to the sidewalk, everything was perfect. Expensive taste in curtains, shutters, and doors. You could plainly see that there was a lot of remodeling. All of the upstairs curtains were dark and you couldn't see threw. The downstairs windows were open and threw them, a small fortune was visible. Threw one window was a crystal chandelier hanging over a table surrounded by crystal and fine china cabinets. In others there were paintings. Medals and trophies. Then a gun rack full of shotguns. In another, a young woman with blond hair pulled into a ponytail, wearing a pair of Daisy Duke Warm-up shorts and a cut-off t-shirt, exercising in front of a television with a cozy flame going in the fireplace. Her window was closest to the front door.
The SUV's driver side door opened and someone wearing a black mask, hood, gloves, and jeans walked down the empty street. At the door, the individual knocked just loud enough that the woman could hear it. As she made it to the door calling out to identify her visitor, the individual on the other side reached into their waist, pulled out a Desert Eagle firearm, and answered in the voice of a female, "Girl scouts!".
No soon as the door opened up, the barrel of the gun was aimed right in her mouth. Her eyes grew to the size of egg shells as the masked assailant hushed the frightened lady, "Shhhh..." finger at the lip of the mask. "Where is he?" in the voice of a man.
The beyond-shocked lady silently lifted her finger upstairs and the assailant eased his way in the house, gun aimed.
CHAPTER 4
A black Cadillac Escalade Hybrid followed by a red Porsche Cayenne pulled to the front gate of the X-Caliber mansion. Threw the intercom a male’s voice asked for Identity and purpose. The voice of Trip answered, "Trip for Devin. I have a delivery."
The gates opened and the vehicles drove through.
Devin was stepping out of the door by the time the vehicles reached the garage. The driver's side door on the Porsche opened up, and out stepped a purple haired Lexi. When Devin seen her he almost went speechless; He hadn't seen her since Surbenét went overseas.
"Lexi..." he started, smiling from ear-to-ear. "Never seen you around here."
"Yeah!!!" she exclaimed, short for words.
"Yeah!" he mocked in return. "What brings you from under the rock?"
Lexi's hour glass shaped frame taunted Devin's fancy as she stepped from behind the Porsche and around to Trip's Escalade where she then told him that the title and keys to the Porsche were inside of it, got into Trip's truck, and closed the door. Trip said nothing, speeding back to the front gate as if he was late for something, while Devin watched, walking to the driver's side of the Porsche. When he attempted to get in the Porsche, he sniffed the air and noticed something odd. Looked inside the vehicle and announced, "You got to be kidding me!"
Meanwhile, a black custom made van with limo-tinted windows was parked just outside of Valley's End apartments while Hollywood sat in the driver's seat of his Chevy Avalanche playing X-BOX 360, within the apartments, accompanied by Vegas and Victoria, smoking weed.
"Tell me why we gave that dirty cop five grand." commented an agitated Vegas, lightly slapping himself in the face.
"Five!" repeated Hollywood. "Last time it was thirty-five hundred. Shits crazy around here, man."
A curious Victoria cut in, "What are you guys talkin' 'bout?"
"Nothing, Vicki." answered Vegas.
"It's not Vicki, its Victoria... I don't want a nickname."
Hollywood and Vegas laughed
"Well, how about a codename?" joked Vegas.
"Whatever..." she replied, before her attention turned to the black van parked less than sixty yards away. "Fellas. That black van's been sitting there for quite some time now. You think there watching us?"
"What?" asked a confused Hollywood. "We got this area under control. They're probably visiting someone in the houses."
"But have either of you ever seen it around here before?"
Then Vegas cut in, "Don't worry... the two of us are taken care of... and we'll take care of you. If it was the police or some punk petty thief, they can't see through our tint neither. Nothing's gonna happen to ya, okay... Vicki?" then he laughed.
"You guys are high..." Victoria answered, frowning. "You should be more focused on our surroundings. How in the hell can the both of you be paid for being like, security, and you don't even move."
"Wait a minute..." cut in Vegas. "We do shit. It's the police that don't..." then he paused the game and turned around in his seat and continued, "...Our job is to make sure that the operation out here goes down civilized. Keep an eye out for the neighbors. We're saving money for college. We got cars. Money. Women. What else does life have to offer...? We don't sell drugs... Don't need to."
Then Vegas cut in, "We don't kill people... we're the good, bad guys... Skateboarding and BMXin'. Adrenaline junkies with weed habits."
Victoria became more interested in what they had to say and asked them what they were planning on doing in life. They turned to each other as if mentally deciding on who was going to answer. Then, Vegas turned to Victoria and began to explain, "Well, a lot of people are in need of help. Right now we’re helping, but not exactly in the right way are we doing it. Hardly anyone helps... maybe help around their own, but... what about the ones who isn't getting any help at all. We all do wrong. Weather you find out mentally or by a trial of judgment. Hollywood and I are like salt and pepper... we get into just about everything together. So were just as guilty as the rest of them. The only difference is..." then he stopped and looked at Hollywood.
"We plan on changing al
l that." Hollywood finished, looking in Victoria's direction.
"How?" she asked.
As Hollywood began to answer her question his cell phone started ringing, and when he answered it, silence fell. "Alright." he said into the phone. "Okay, I'll be there... sure." then he excitedly turned to Vegas and said, "We got another job!"
"Well?" Vegas ripped.
"Governors. 10 o'clock."
"Thanks for sharing."
"Isn't that an alcoholic line or something...? So not original." cut Victoria.
"You goin' wit us, Vicki?" Vegas sarcastically commented.
"If you call me that one more time..."
"I take that as a yes." he said, re-lighting the weed and blowing the smoke in her direction.
"Asshole..." she said waving the smoke from around her face, laughing before grabbing Hollywood's game controller, unpausing the game.
"Governors?" Hollywood stated, starting up the vehicle.
"Governors it is my good man..." Vegas mocked in a British accent, "Governors indeed."
CHAPTER 5
Detective Donald Krane sat with his wife, eleven year old son, and nine year old daughter in the center of their over-sized guest bathroom on the second level of their home with their mouths, wrists, calves, and ankles bound in duct tape. With his children in tears and his wife wide-eyed, the detective struggled to speak threw his bondage, begging for mercy, which was very well understood by the calm and silent Surbenét, who paced back and forward, staring into the eyes of his captives. "What should be done of you?" he questioned openly. "Is it not right that your family should share your fate, as if I decide to take ones life, the other will insist on me taking theirs in the others place? If I suggest slaughtering a sheep... would I be offered the Herder... or might the companion take the place? You... as I suspect, detective, will offer yourself... for your family... but will she do as you will? Maybe for the sheep."
The detective ceased struggling against his bondage, the mother screamed threw her duct tape with her head tilted back to the point that it looked like her neck was about to snap off, and the children cried on each side of her lap.
"Your wife is... How should I say...? Without notice to your bargain with my civilization?" Surbenét continued to question, already knowing the answers and staring directly into the man's eyes.
Detective Krane shut his eyes and nodded up and down.
"Well then... What do you have to tell your wife and children?" he finished, casually walking over to him and yanking the duct tape from across his mouth.
Immediately, Detective Krane spoke fiercely, "What the fuck do you want with my family?"
Surbenét answered very calmly, "Nothing."
"Leave 'em outta this. They got shit to do with this."
"And as I said..." turning his back to the family, admiring the ceiling's circular design. "...the Herder will offer himself..." his voice deepened, "What did you do with my employee?"
Confused, he answered, "What? Who the fuck are you?"
Surbenét looked at the detective, walked over, and backhanded him so firmly that a tooth ejected from his mouth and blood leaked. "Where is Bryce?" he demanded. "Should I tell your loved ones of your greed and filth..." he lowered his tone, "...you shall all die here tonight."
The family cried even more.
"I'm a fuckin' cop you motherfucker. You can't do..."
He was backhanded again. However, that didn't slow him down. "You'll be hunted down like a fucking animal and killed you pussy fuck." spitting blood. "You want me. Do it motherfucker. Come on you fucking pussy. Do it."
Surbenét glanced to the detective's wife, who had calmed for a second to listen, then smiled at the detective while he strolled over to his wife and jerked the duct tape from her mouth. She yelled as he tore the tape, "What is he talking about?" she immediately began to shout in anger.
The two began arguing amongst each other. Surbenét looked on, only slowly declining into the background. Listening to the argumentative couple.
"What have you done..." she said, beginning to lower her voice, the fear splitting her words as her tears rapidly descended down her pretty face. "Donald... give him what he wants. Who is his employee? Please. For us, Donald, Please!"
He growled to the mother of his children, "Listen, I never seen him. I don't know this guy or his employees. You gotta believe me."
"Donald, think... Who is this man talking about? Think."
He did not think about it. "It's gotta be those street punks. They sent him."
She was surprised, "What... Who?"
Detective Krane became frustrated in confiding with his wife and told her everything, "How'd ya think we paid for everything. Not on my salary. We needed so many things."
"What... Why?"
"Why! I'll tell ya why. You an 'em snobby ass brats of yours. You’re all never satisfied. The kids don't appreciate anything I do for them and you never shut the fuck up. You don't cook. You don't clean. What the fuck. I hire a maid weekly. I needed the fucking money. I did it for us."
"Everyone needs my money?" Surbenét snapped. "Your partner. The rookie. Him too... You yourself were never loyal to anyone." then he turned to the wife, "Your house is remarkably elegant, Mrs. Krane. I admire your Victorian decor. It is dishonor that your partner in happiness dealt with the devil to claim such an advantage. He still has no shame or regret in what he has done. He will fit perfectly. In hell." the family cried and pleaded for their lives as he continued his lecture, "Corrupted, he says of you and your offspring. There is..." he paused to construct the right words for his prisoners.
The tiles on the bathroom walls began to fall from their place. The family began moving erratically. Screaming for help. Squirming in their bondage. Struggling to free themselves. The walls started to disintegrate as if acid was eating threw them. Then, he continued, "... no room for change here. You are all selfish." his arms extended toward his prisoners and he then finished his dark sermon, "Extinction!" he exclaimed. "A new make will become of you."
The floor slowly heated in the likes of the eye on a stove. The family squirmed across the floor. Bumping into one another and pleading for each's help. Surbenét began to levitate as he spoke in tongues. The water from the toilet boiled over. The lights blew out. The house went completely dark. The children's whining ceased. And the horrific screams of the Mr. and Mrs. came to a whimper.
"I'm... I'm cold" the detective said, threw chattering jaws.
His wife began to cry again, but only this time it echoed. She called to her children but there was no answer.
Then, rapid flashes of light revealed a blood-soaked shell of a bathroom and a smoking berg of ice in which the children were encased. The lights went back out and she cried, "What is this!"
The sounds of a group of men and women deeply grunted back, "Your prison!"
Immediately, twelve steams of fire burst from the floor and encased Surbenét. His head was tilted back and his arms were stretched by his side as he hovered in place. The couple was in the state of awe as they watched. The wife turned to prayers and her husband screamed in terror, struggling harder to free himself, while the flames surrounding Surbenét entered his body threw his mouth, nose, and ears. And after consuming the streams of fire, Surbenét transformed into a blaze that went through the floor, leaving trails of fire behind, heading toward every room on the second level, as his victims screamed from within the torturous flames, chandeliers bursting, and the walls quickly decomposing.
On the first level, the furniture rose from the floor and destructively collided behind the flaming Surbenét.
Chairs from one side of the room soared, as if being viciously thrown onto the decaying walls on the opposite side. A light rain of acid created intoxicating fumes that sparked fires threw out the first level. And finally, the flame that he became settled, and he walked out of the front door, unmoved by the acid and heats intensity, on his way back to his SUV.
The sounds of windows bursting and the roars
of the flames within, aroused the curiosity of neighbors, and when the main power source exploded and the entire block lit up like an Independence day fireworks display at a public park, he drove off. Emotionless and unidentified.
6. Governors Sports Bar
Surbenét pulled up to the red carpet entrance at the lot of his sports bar, Governors. A valet attendant met him at the vehicle and drove it to a secured VIP garage around back as Surbenét breezed past the long line, walking into the sports bar. The doorman nodded in acknowledgement to his presence. And Surbenét looked down to his Rolex to find he was thirty minutes late and picked up his pace on the way to his private booth where Rebekah patiently waited.
"Rebekah I'm terribly apologetic," he started, taking a seat. "I don't know where the time went..."
She cut him off, upset. "It's not the time. It's your timing. I'm not in the mood, Surbenét."
As he began to reply, a red and yellow birthday cake that read: HAPPY 24TH BIRTHDAY REBEKAH, entered the booth, followed by Governors staff and crew members carrying gift wrapped presents and singing happy birthday.
Rebekah blushed, made her wish, blew out the candles, and thanked everyone.
Next, a waitress entered the booth with two Italian dishes, followed by a waiter with a bottle of champagne. When the full entourage left, they began eating and continued their conversation.
"'Bekah... Things have been happening to me that I can't explain. It's been happening all my life."
She lowered her voice to a whisper and lent toward him from across the table, "Happening all your life?"
"It's hard to explain. Blackouts. Dreams. The distinction between what's real and what isn't."
She looked confused, "I'm lost. Can you start over from the beginning, because coming from a Psych major, I can't seem to understand why you can't recognize your own behavior."
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