Thread: New Orders (Razgriz x moonlit raven)

The soldiers all unloaded themselves from the trucks and formed two neat lines two lines of twenty well-armed, well-armored soldiers that stood ready. One stood in the middle at one end of the line of men this was the right-hand man of El Rey, 'El Diablo'. A fitting name, given his ruthlessness in combat and near everything else El Rey ran. Orders were conveyed and carried out through El Diablo only, no exceptions. El Diablo was the sole responsibility for ensuring the smooth running of El Rey's drug smuggling, weapons dealing, and other various 'practices'. Vaya a El Rey y digale que su paquete esta aqui! Go to El Rey and tell him his package is here! he then shouted at one of the servants, who bowed quickly and ran inside to retrieve the boss. He wandered up and down the rows of soldiers, a gold-plated RPK fitted with a drum magazine in his hands. It wasn't five minutes later that two servants opened the front doors to the luxurious estate out strolled a rather portly man who obviously spared no expense to upkeep his hedonistic lifestyle. Lounging clothes of the finest silk and cotton, a Cuban cigar in one hand and a bottle of the highest quality tequila in the other. His fat fingers and neck were adorned with rings and jewelry of nothing less than the finest craftsmanship reflective shades hid his eyes. A gold-plated Desert Eagle .44 Magnum was in a vaquero-style thigh holster that was his beauty, the weapon the locals called La Muerte. A servant walked along side him, holding an umbrella over his head to keep the high noon sun off of him. That, for the servants, was one of the highest honors they could achieve, next to being an addition to El Rey's harem of course. That was the fate slated for this girl. El Diablo then saluted his boss a symbol of his ever-lasting devotion to El Rey and his genius. Viva El Rey! Regalero del Inframundo Colombiano! Long live El Rey! Ruler of the Columbian Underworld! he then cried out this was repeated unanimously by the forty troops standing behind him. El Rey just smiled and replied, My friend, no need to be so formal. This is a joyous day I get to enjoy one of the rarest pleasures on the planet, and afterwards, you all may enjoy her too! After all, you helped get her here! The men cried in joy clearly they were ready to have some fun with this girl. El Rey then said to his friend Could you open the crate, please? I would like to see my prize. El Diablo simply nodded and shouted at two of his soldiers to pry the crate open. They took a crowbar to it and easily broke the lid. El Rey meandered over and peered inside the crate his fat lips twisted into a sick grin of the utmost perversion. Ah, she's even better than I imagined. And you're sure she's untouched? El Diablo nodded, Yes, her virginity is very much intact. Her first time is all yours, El Rey. El Rey smiled at this this was the best thing to happen to him in a while. Very good. But the lighting sucks. He then turned to two of his soldiers and said, You two! Bring her out of the crate! I want to see my prize in good light! Two soldiers then went over to the crate and grabbed the girl roughly by the shoulders and pulled her out for all the soldiers to see. They never saw her when she was first picked up in Venezuela many were shocked by the girl's appearance. 'El Rey', however, just smiled that disgusting smile as the soldiers held the girl in place for him to examine. He took off his glasses and had them clipped to the side of his lounging shirt after taking a last drag of his cigar and flicking the butt aside, he used one of his fatty, jewel-adorned hands to cup the girl's chin and force her to look at him. His eyes were cold and heartless there would be no pleasure for her. She lived only to serve him now, and he would be sure to reinforce that lesson as much as necessary. Ah, such a beautiful specimen. You know, girl, you should be pleased. Your virginity will be taken by the most powerful man in Columbia.....me. She would smell the stench of booze on his breath that was the third bottle of tequila he drank today. He then gave a chuckle, one that surely send shivers down her spine. Marcus, meanwhile, was watching all this unfold. The crate unfortunately blocked his path as he confirmed the identity of the target with his command. When he saw the girl, however, he paused what the hell was that? Marcus didn't have time to call it in, or rather he was too busy trying to refocus on 'El Rey' and his right-hand man. He'd chew out intel for dropping the ball later. Unfortunately, the fat bastard was too close to the girl for him to take the shot without killing her. Part of him strongly urged him to shoot anyway he had no connection to this girl, and El Rey's death was instrumental to him. No women, no children. Even if they are part cat. he growled as he waited for 'El Rey' to move.