Thread: Island Tartarus (google/Darkest-Fate)

What could a man who was worth several billion dollars have? Whatever he wanted and that was something that Dominic West was reminded of every time he looked out the window of the Hotel Penthouse that he lived in, the view dominated by white sand beaches, a lush jungle growing from the sides of a dormant volcano, and of course crystal clean waters, not bad for a man who was in control of nearly a quarters of the worlds new drug trade and at only thirty four years old there was nothing he couldn't own... hell he owned the island that he lived on, the island where this resort had been built as a playground for the worlds wealthiest and most depraved individuals... an island whose name had been erased and was now known only as Tartarus, an island where he was in complete control. His rise to power had started when he was only sixteen, starting as a street dealer he had quickly worked his way up and taken control of the drug trade of a major city by the time he was eighteen. Before he was old enough to legally drink he had sat on top of the drug trade of America's North East and by the time he was thirty the entire North American Continent and a good chunk of East Asia had been his in his hands. Of course it hadn't been easy, a shadow war had been waged by his operatives in the underground but through careful planning and even more carefully placed bribes he had managed to stay off law enforcement radar, amassing a massive fortune without ever drawing too much attention to himself. And now he had his own private island, about half the size of Okinawa, seated almost perfectly between Guam and Japan, purchased a few years before and just last week it was officially open to those who were... worthy to know about it. The resort, the clubs, the secret little locations were all there for only those who earned an invite from Dominic and at that moment he was awaiting word that two particular guests, the first of their kind had arrived by private jet... great care had been taken to ensure no one would know they had come here, it had been made very clear that secrecy of this place was of the utmost importance if the guests were to enjoy the sort of privacy that their celebrity normally denied them. Emma Watson... Lea Michele... Both invited here for his sole amusement, unlikely to ever leave the island, soon they would live to only serve his pleasure. Stretched out on a massage table in his penthouse, completely naked and not bothering with wearing a towel to cover his body in any way at all,his strong body on display to the two equally naked young woman, local islanders, who were working their hands over his back and legs, easing away the tension of his earlier workout, experience having taught them what the master of the Island liked and how to keep him happy. Another young woman entered coughing softly to catch Dominic's attention, making him raise his head before she passed him a small tablet computer, of course only one thing listed on that computer was of any interest to him at that moment, the two special guests had arrived and were being shown to their rooms, each of them getting a suite that had been built to impress... which he would of course be able to enter any time he liked. Keep me updated on their actions... He instructed with a small smile on his face, waving away the two women who had been massaging him as he climbed to his feet, stretching a little bit. Make keeping track of them the number one priority...