Thread: Mx Female My First-Born In Exchange For A Non-Submissive Female? Second-Born Thrown In Free!!

Writing Samples Hopefully the below will help demonstrate the variety of themes and tones I enjoy writing, along with the different characterspersonalities I can portray. Internet Killers See more This is from the my original story, on BMR which unfortunately my partner couldn't continue. Currently in its second iteration - as 'Dulce Periculum' - on E Norris' lips curled up into a tight smile as he led her towards the vehicle. Yes, Juvenile, though it's to be expected, considering you're a dyke and lack experience with men. Vulgar is our natural state. As to her question of whether it had turned him on, the rapist left that unanswered, aware of the conflict between any denial and the erection he sported. Though mostly a product of his anticipation of the night's events, Pete wasn't about to provide Ms Helm with ammunition to call him a liar that concern forgotten when his mind was distracted by rare misgivings. He'd taken his previous victims in isolated areas, the first snatched off the side of the road, the second followed down a dark, empty alley, and Whitney alone in her own house, and the current plan caused Pete's skin to crawl with nervous tension. To hunt for prey in a crowded club was a different situation entirely and he debated whether he should have issued Analise this particular challenge. Whilst arrogance and confidence left him in no doubt that he'd be able to recognise the moment she began to prove herself incapable, and allow him to withdraw before it was too late, what would that mean for their partnership? For, despite his threats to carve her up and nail the woman's tits to his apartment wall, those were threats he didn't wish to be forced to follow through with. A living witness to his crimes was what he'd craved since he'd first begun to browse the dark-web, enhanced and brought to possible reality by their meeting. A brief thought to locate an easier target had crossed his mind, however, he'd dismissed it and decided this evening it was to be all or nothing. If Analise displayed the figurative balls to lure a victim in full view of a crowd to her certain and painful death without hesitation and drawing unwanted attention, then she'd surely be capable of all else and he could put further concerns to rest. One night, one chance to fully prove herself. Or not. Your look-at-me, I'm not scared of being gutted like a fish ego. The tension departed Pete when they entered the car which, like the man, was clean and organised, including the cache of perfectly legal hunting equipment and camping paraphernalia stored in the trunk. Out of sight and earshot of prying eyes and ears, he took the opportunity to enjoy Analise's company, barely speaking as she issued directions. That was until her hand landed on his thigh, adjacent to the hard-on encased in tight denim. Glancing at her, he placed his hand over hers and dragged her fingers over the fabric outlining the full length of his erect cock. I hope you do better with women than you do men, Analise. What I really can't figure out is if you're putting on an act or if you're honestly too fucking stupid to believe I wouldn't kill you in a heartbeat. Smiling, the man paid her a rare compliment. I don't think you're stupid, in fact quite the opposite. However, remember one thing, your seduction games won't work on me as I'm not turned on by women who want their brains screwed out. Only those who don't. Peter gripped her wrist to tug her touch away but, simultaneously instructing him to take a right, she beat him to it. As the turn brought them close to their destination, Pete's shoulders stiffened, his body straightened, and blue eyes scanned the flashing neon signs of the clubs and the throng of customers headed towards them in hopes of an evening to remember. For one, it certainly would be, but only if there was afterlife in which to recall the events. The killer whispered as he drove into a parking lot, switching the headlights and ignition off when he turned into a space at the very rear under a broken lamp, and focused his intense gaze on Analise. One of them? Inclining his head towards a group of twenty-something women, dressed to nine's in their club outfits, tight bodies on display underneath and make-up enhancing their attractive features, Pete appraised them for a few moments before his eyes flicked to a second group of women. Or one of them? Gaze returning to his companion, Norris raised a questioning brow. How does it feel, honey? Knowing that, by the end of the night, an innocent girl you've never met is going to be dead. Gone forever, her friends and loving parents devastated, any potential she possessed gone with her. She could have have been the one to develop a cure for cancer, foil a terrorist attack, stop a school shooter but we'll never know, will we? Because, in a few hours time, she'll be nothing but a raped, ravaged, piece of lifeless human flesh left to rot and be devoured by wild animals and that will be your doing. Unlatching his seatbelt, and opening the driver's side door, the killer's pupils shone bright with evil intent when he stepped out and peered back in at his companion. Ready to play God, Analise? Goldilocks And The Three 'Bears' See more The weasel shook like a leaf in Papa Bear's grasp and his head bobbed up and down in agreement as Rupert whispered in his ear, and explained the way things were to be. It was easy to order a young woman around, but not such a simple task when faced with a man your own age and twice your size. Jacob Slint was receiving an idea of how poor Goldilock's must have been made to feel and it was obvious the man didn't enjoy it. However, unlike Goldie, who'd mustered up the courage to defend herself and denied being his possession - which had only furthered the Patriarch's admiration for the young woman - Jacob offered no resistance. Though Papa's words were rough and so was the grip by which he held Slint, he was a gentle soul underneath and had no intentions of maiming the man - if he even deserved to be thought of as such. He wasn't one to cause hurt for hurt's sake, though that wasn't to say that putting the frighteners through Mr Slint didn't bring him any satisfaction. The wink and sly grin he shot the boys as they entered the house attested to that. Walter and Edmund reached the door at the same time and each emitted an 'oomph' as they became stuck half-in, half-out, of the entrance in their combined rush to be first. It took a few seconds for them to untangle their limbs from the others with Edmund, the eldest and strongest, gaining the advantage. He arrived at the room where Goldie was just in time to see the undergarments she held being slipped into the trunk. His eyes followed the movement of the lacy material and he opened to his mouth to comment, but that turned into another 'oomph, as he felt an elbow dig into his ribs. He tilted his head and the look on Walt's face and way he appraised Goldie made it obvious that his sibling had noticed the same as he. The elder boy rolled his eyes and shook his head as if to scold his younger brother for an obvious lack of maturity and moved further into the room. Just as she clicked shut the trunk and stood to face them. What bath? Walt's tone was one of confusion as Edmund moved closer to the young woman. The shyness with which she had spoken and the way her cheeks blushed made the elder boy smile. He completely ignored his sibling's query as he reached out and brushed her elbow with the pads of his fingertips. Sure, the offer still stands. We'll stop and bathe in the river. That way you won't have to wait until we get all the way home. The images that brought to mind caused Walt to flick his gaze to her chest - the one which contained her clothes, of course, although he was also tempted to glance at the other - , and swallow down the lump which had suddenly formed in his throat, and momentarily forced him to stop talking. He couldn't help but imagine what she wore under the filthy dress. And what, exactly, she'd bathe in. 'What bath? Walt asked again, but this time his tone contained more annoyance than confusion. Before he could ask a third time there came stomps on the floor and Rupert popped his head through the entrance. He took in the scene, then focused his attention on Goldie. Your step-father was very reasonable, and we've come to an agreement. You're free to stay with us as long as you want. See Goldie, we told you everything would work out. My papa never lies. Edmund's voice was filled with admiration and he shot her a wide grin. At the same time the fingers which touched her elbow slid down the soft, warm skin of her arm to take hold of her hand. Let's go. Walt stood open-mouthed and stared at the two of them. He didn't move an inch as Edmund, with Goldilocks being gently dragged along with him, passed and clapped his younger brother on the shoulder . Do something useful, and carry her trunk, will you. Edmund's eyes raised to Papa's. Goldie asked if we could stop on the way so that she could bathe in the river. I told her we could now that everything is okay. We can't make her walk all the way home as she is. That wasn't precisely what she'd said, but Edmund thought phrasing it as such would make it more difficult for Goldie to resist his plan. And his plan it was. He had no intention of asking his Father or brother to join in the fun. In fact, he hoped they could be convinced to continue the journey home whilst he spent the night by the river, 'bathing' with their new house-guest. It wasn't until they'd almost made it to where Papa stood that he realised in his enthusiasm, he hadn't even given a Goldie a chance to respond or to see if she was ready to leave. He stopped so abruptly that he stumbled, his expression one of nerves and apology as his eyes came to rest on hers. I mean, that's if you have everything you need, and you're ready? Papa chuckled at one son's actions as he watched another collect Goldie's trunk and place it over one shoulder. Walt's pupils narrowed at his brother and the look said that whatever Edmund had in mind, he wasn't to be allowed to get away with it. Not if Walt had any say in the matter. Are you ready, Goldie? The Patriarch stepped inside to give her shoulder a reassuring pat. If so, just follow me, your Step-Father won't cause us any trouble. I've Come To Stare. You Want Me To Stare? See more Jensen could feel it. The adrenaline surging through his body, and the power. That sensation of having control and adulation. Ever since he was a child, he'd been the one to talk loudest, do the daring and dangerous stunts, and take risks that the other kids wouldn't. All to impress, and be the centre of attention. That's why he'd eventually gotten into the club scene. So that he could have a bevy of gorgeous young women at his beck and call. Women who would follow his orders and do whatever he wished. Women who feared him, and his power. As much as he'd wanted Jinx, cared for her and, in his own way, even loved her, those emotions weren't strong enough to over-ride his need to be the man. One who demanded respect and subservience from those beneath him. And the slut had disrespected him by spreading her legs for Parker Kane. Now she was to face the consequences. This wasn't only about Jinx, but also every other dancer in the club, and any who may work there in the future. They'd hear the story, they'd hear what he'd done. How he'd fucked a virgin stripper in full view of the audience and ripped away what was precious to her simply because she had disobeyed his wishes. No-one would dare do that again. No-one. Sacrificing Jinx to ensure that happened was a hefty price to pay, but Jensen had no choice. His pride demanded it be paid. His erection grew as he pulled her head up by the hair, and saw the knowledge in her expression, that yes, he was going to go through with it. Jensen was going to make her suck his cock and then he was going to fuck her. Right here in full view of a hundred screaming and cheering men, all of whom would be wishing they could be in his place. He'd never experienced what it was like to perform on stage, as the girls did, removing their clothes in front of adoring customers, but he began to sense a little of how it must feel. He was the centre of attention, like he'd hadn't been in years and he realised why some of the girls kept coming back. Why they became addicted to performing and couldn't give the game away. Like the whore on her knees in front of him who had no idea that after he humiliated her, he'd rip away the opportunity to keep feeding her addiction as well. He knew every club owner in the city, and none of them would dare employ her without his approval. After he threw her out on the street, she wouldn't be dancing again. Not for hundreds of fawning, pussy-whipped men. Men who screamed for her attention and showered her with money and gifts. Men whose glazed eyes evidenced how much they wanted her. How much they needed her. After tonight, the bitch would have to go cold turkey and Jensen wasn't sure which would hurt most. That, or the humiliation he was about to put her through. Although he'd wanted to ravage Jinx for so long, this moment wasn't so much about the sex, and feeling her tight, no-longer-virgin pussy clamped around his cock, than it was about revenge. That's right Jinx, after this it will be different. You have no fucking idea. Raimi spat the words out, then gasped as he tugged her head forward and her tongue slid up his shaft. His eyes narrowed, and darkened. Suck it, slut, He didn't give her a chance to refuse as he thrust his hips forward and slammed his entire length in her mouth. The next fifteen minutes were a blur. Afterwards, Jensen Raimi would have no real memory of the detail. Just snippets here and there the cacophony of noise every bouncer in the club lined up at the front of the stage to stop it from being stormed grown men in business suits and ties jeering like rowdy children watching a school yard fight. He would later recall how his hand ripped at her hair, and his balls slapped her chin as he fucked her mouth. That from somewhere a table had been thrown on the stage and a chant had gone up from the crowd, Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her. That he'd slammed Jinx face-down on the table and fucked her without mercy, leaving scratches on her skin and bruises on her thighs. It was only when he'd released his seed deep inside her, and his breath slowed, that the arena came back into focus. Men stood and applauded as he placed one hand on Jinx's head and shoved her cheek down onto the cold wood so that he could withdraw his cock and move to his feet. The crowd quietened. With the young stripper splayed out, face-down, her skin bruised and marked and cum leaking from her pussy, Jensen whispered. Goodbye Jinx Then he raised his voice and motioned to the security staff. Get the bitch out of here and make sure she never comes back. The club owner didn't even so much as glance over his shoulder as he walked back to the office, and two muscled bouncers - four times Jinx's size - each grabbed an arm and dragged her away. You heard the boss. The audience parted like the Red Sea to allow them through and thirty seconds later Jinx was thrown out onto the street, the club doors slammed shut behind her. The Heiress and the Hacker See more Richard, as best he could, articulated the details of the planned meeting in a direct, businesslike manner, as it allowed him to focus on concrete action. He needed to maintain a calm demeanour and appear in control of his emotions, more for his own sake than Lexi's, fearful that revealing his innermost concerns and mental turmoil could induce the Heiress to respond in the same vein. If that were to occur, he was uncertain if he could deal with the emotional fallout, which could be potentially much more intense than his own. For despite what he'd endured, it paled in comparison to Lexi, who'd constantly been the one victimised and forced to face the threat of imminent consequence, whilst he'd remained free to decide the next move on his own terms. It hadn't been Treloar who'd risked discovery placing the flash-drive in Huntington's home network, nor was it him who'd been forced to travel to LA, confronted by Karl Williams, and imprisoned in a room, unsure if his lover would arrive to whisk him to safety in time to avoid the retribution that would undoubtedly follow as punishment for his perceived crimes. If he'd desired, he could have walked away anytime, leaving Lexi in the clutches of her Father, and gone on with the rest of his life. Not that he'd ever have abandoned Alexandra, but the fact was that he'd always possessed choices, where she hadn't. Now he expected her to play the victim once more, this time willingly, and suffer humiliation in a scenario arranged by her lover. As gut-wrenching as it was for the Hacker, he couldn't even begin to imagine what went through Lexi's mind when he relayed that she'd meet with the pornographer alone, images of her naked body on full display for him to comment on, and from his position of power, use to verbally degrade her. That, Treloar knew with innate certainty, was the purpose behind Levine's demand. However, it was best not to contemplate it, or delve into further detail, for what other option had he had, but to agree? I don't think he trusts me not to beat the crap out of him. It's the type of man he is, Lexi, a coward, who preys on the weak. But you're not weak, and although I won't be there, I'll only be a phone call away. Hints of the restrained anger he'd been keeping under wraps escaped Richard, as Alexandra's anxious reaction elicited a brief expression of anguish and remorse. Reluctantly, he released her fully from his grasp. Not surprised at the initial negative response, he bit his lip and resisted the temptation to offer advice or encouragement as she paced the room. Hopefully the Heiress would arrive at what he believed could be the only correct verdict, of her own volition. When it eventually came, Richard did all he could to not betray his relief. We really don't have a choice. I wish I could say something to make it easier, however, I can't, but we will get through it. Your strength and determination are the reasons I could never forget you. Anyone else would have bowed to the whims of your Father by now, but not the Alexandria Huntington I fell in love with. She's a fighter. Forcing a smile, but with a guilty conscience holding him back from approaching to offer his arms for comfort, not even sure if he did so soon after the part he'd had to play in the decision just reached that Alexandra would accept his embrace, Treloar stepped to the window. He drew back the curtains, and surveyed the moonlit parking lot in silence for half a minute, then returned his gaze to Lexi's. It's going to be a long day, so at least one of us should try and get some rest. I'll keep watch. Not So Snow White See more Stuart Thomson had viewed a lot of pornography in his young life a lo t and in each and every one of the video's, the women had revelled in being treated like a piece of meat and called every name under the sun. Slut, whore, bitch, tramp, hussy and more that he couldn't even recall. From their reactions and expression when the men - often more than one - issued their orders, and forced them to their knees to insult and degrade them before they bent them over, whipped their asses, pulled on their hair and fucked them, cuffed, bound and at the male's complete and utter mercy, it appeared every woman's fantasy come true. Those men, to Stuart, were the epitome of what a 'Dom' should be. Obviously the poor boy was a little confused, and unaware of the vast difference between Gonzo porn and a Dominant, or that the women on screen were actresses and the screaming, writhing orgasms the likes of which Stuart had never elicited from a girl were in fact, faked. Luckily for Sofia White, although not the sharpest tool in the shed, Stuart hadn't been denied every last vestige of common sense and was somewhat cognisant of the possible effects of his own inexperience. He couldn't risk harming Sofia and having her found unconscious, or worse, in his dorm room. That would not reflect positively on Delta Tau Chi and could well see him excommunicated. He'd need to take it carefully, but that wasn't an issue, as she'd stated this wouldn't be their first and last time. There was always the next for both to look forward to. That he was already on the right track was evidenced by the raven-haired woman's reaction to his authoritative voice when the door clicked behind her, and it elicited a smile from her new 'Dom'. As did her acknowledgement of his importance in the Fraternity hierarchy, and the touch of her fingers which brought goose-bumps to his skin, and a shiver to his spine. That's right. Stuart's chest puffed out as he followed her gaze to the paddle and handcuffs the wristbands the last thing on his mind at that moment then turned back to her with a cocky smirk pasted across his features. I can have any girl I want now and I got myself the hottest piece of ass on Campus. Just because she was his toy for the night didn't mean she wasn't worth a compliment. He grinned and took a step forward, then stopped as her words reverberated in his ears, Are you ready for me to be your slut? The girl was really getting into it and Stuart nodded and squirmed at the sensation of his jeans tightening around the crotch as his gaze dropped to the sight of Sofia's fingers commencing to undo her pants. He gulped and stood as though entranced until a lightning bolt struck him. This wasn't the way it was supposed to work he was meant to be in control! Suddenly, with his burgeoning erection forgotten for the moment, Stuart's arm snaked out and he gripped an elbow. Did I tell you to get naked yet? Quite proud of the commanding tone he'd managed to convey, Stuart arched a brow and shook his head. No, I didn't. You gonna be my slut, you need to learn to do what you're told. Got it? It was a rhetorical question, asked as he released her arm and motioned to the floor without allowing Sofia time to respond. On your knees, and....... The boy's mouth flapped open and closed, and his pupils widened as, with green orbs locked on Sofia's, words failed him. What the fuck did he do now? He licked his lips and his Adam's apple bobbed as his gaze flicked uncertainly around the room. Confidence was restored when his eyes lit upon his implements and he turned back, released his grip on her arm and lifted a hand to point. You need to be spanked. Fetch that paddle and bring it to me. He then stepped to the two-seat sofa, turned it to provide a full view of the room, smiled at the woman and completed his instructions as he dropped into his seat. Between your teeth. And remove the top, I want to see your tits. Stuart Thomson was starting to get the hang of this domm-ing thing, and could only hope that Sofia was enjoying herself nearly as much. With new-found composure, he waited for his command to be obeyed. Scaremonger See more Zai's cheerful good-humour and repartee had Kyle grinning like an idiot all the way back to the highway, and beyond. It was a treat to see her emerging from her shell and becoming a woman, proud of her femininity and attractiveness again. At least that's how Kyle perceived it that he was seeing a different side to Azairah D'Amici, and possibly one that had been displayed to very few others. That her charm, wit and sensuality contrasted against the murder she'd so viciously perpetrated in the forest, evidenced by the blood-smeared features and crimson stained dress, was not contemplated by Kyle as it may have been by others. You could be a cold-blooded, brutal killer, and simultaneously be a desirable woman. It all depended on perspective, and who was deserving of seeing which aspects of your personality. Kyle had viewed a number of Zai's and looked forward to even more. He wanted to know her completely, and for there to be no secrets between them. Along with the sweet sound of her voice, and the entrancing laugh, those internal contemplations caused him to feel content on the journey to the Motel, and not speak about the details of what had occurred. He was caught up in his own world. It must have been the cooler night air, which caused his brain to switch modes, or the profile of Azairah viewed through the window that mingled with the image of an Angel he'd seen as she walked towards him in the forest, and the Army veteran realised he'd never felt as he did with Zai with any other woman. Not even Amy. That had been love, but a love ignited simply by physical attraction and base carnal desires, which had quickly burnt out in his absences, and left naught but charred remains when he returned from Afghanistan. However, with Azairah D'Amici, he sensed an infinitely deeper connection was possible that which was granted to so few, and mocked by so many. A soul-mate. In mind, and in body, for Kyle couldn't deny that, for the first time since the destruction of his marriage, he'd begun to consider sexual intimacy. But, for the moment, that only lingered in the back of his brain, and what was most important was Zai's emotional well-being. That's what led to his question. The concern carried in his expression and tone was evident, as Kyle had swiftly decided that, although he'd meant the words of sacrifice he'd spoken before, this was the true make-or-break time for he and Azairah, and that sent a jolt of fear through his entire body. If she'd displayed hesitation, regret, remorse or blame, he'd have departed in the dead of night, leaving her to deal with the pain of his betrayal, but with his conscience clear that he'd cause no greater agony. Even if her choice of words had been ambiguous, he may have well done the same, however, thankfully, the question of how both would have handled that, and what would have become of them, was one that would never require an answer when she responded in the manner that he'd so fervently hoped for. The man's eyes brimmed with tears, and he nuzzled his cheek against her hand when she scooted over and touched him. Thanks, Zai. I wanted to make sure, for my own piece of mind. Those softly spoken, almost sad, words were the only ones he uttered before he lightly kissed her palm, forced a small smile, and headed towards the check-in office. When he arrived, his full cheer had returned, and Kyle then called out, However, if you don't plan on doing anything perverted to me, I may as well get two rooms, over his shoulder, before disappearing through the door. He'd parked the vehicle under a broken light so that his passenger would be out of sight, and as opposed to her, Kyle's body and clothing displayed no evidence of their brutal crimes, so obtaining a room was a breeze, and Kyle swiftly returned with the key. The accommodations were small and cluttered, as he'd envisaged they would be, with just the one bed, and a bathroom off to the side, but at least the room was clean and comfortable enough. Go on, wash that blood off if you must. I'm sure this won't be the last time I get to see it, and we wouldn't want any of the men from the bar getting as worked up as I over the sight. Or am I the only male who appreciates how sexy it is? Kyle winked, and then, when she entered the bathroom, headed back outside to appraise his truck. The bull bar was coated in hair and blood, and scraps of flesh from the brunette, and the undercarriage was sure to be worse, but it wasn't noticeable in the darkness unless you peered closely, and Kyle concluded that if anyone came to inspect the vehicle during the night, that would be the end of them, regardless. They'd find a hose in the morning and wash the remaining trash down the drain, where it belonged, amongst its sewage brethren. By the time Zai was ready, he'd changed into a pair of jeans and a buttoned up blue and white shirt, which didn't come anywhere near to matching the class of the woman who'd be accompanying him. Damn.' Kyle wolf-whistled again, and allowed his eyes to roam Zai's form. Red definitely is your colour, he grinned as he approached to gently grasp her elbow. Let's go have some fun. A Royal Catastrophe See more Watching the machine gun turret slowly turn towards them, Ben was in a quandary of exactly how to make it to their destination without being shredded to pieces, when Sky grabbed his arm. Bullets ricocheted around them, and there didn't appear to be a clear path, even if they continued to ziz-zag. Then he noted their one opportunity, however, Sky had beaten him to it, and before he could open his mouth, she'd already commenced to drag them towards the opened doors of the elevator a slug furrowing his scalp as the metal doors closed behind them. Fuck, that was a little. Weapon in hand, he urged the car to move faster, and checked himself in the mirrored rear wall patted down his newly-parted hair, and forced a smile when he turned to face Schuyler. Hair-raising. The joke intended to calm the woman before they exited on the top floor, and were once more in the midst of a war zone, the Spy swiftly realised it hadn't really been required. Sky seemed to be even more composed than he was, and a quick-thinker to boot. Nodding as she spoke, and keeping one eye on the floor numbers flashing past on the LED display, his full attention was soon drawn to her. 'What the fuck? Shaking his head, the man's eyes followed her movements, even at a time like this, lingering on the revealed cleavage a moment longer than was totally appropriate, before he refocused on her face, and gripped Schuyler's shoulder. Are you kidding me? His expression changed when the elevator bell dinged it wasn't like he had a better plan. What the hell, it just might work. Hardly able to believe he'd said that, the doors opened, leaving him no chance to regret it before he jumped out, and called back over his shoulder. You better not die when I'm just beginning to like you. And don't forget those valuable assets now belong to the United Kingdom. Rushing forward, Ben missed Sky's shedding of her trench-coat, but not the group of rebels eyes widening, and pupils opening in shock, and some other, more lustful expression, as he allowed his legs to buckle under him. The MI6 agent's ass hit the floor, and forward momentum drove his feet into the knees of two men, sending them tumbling like bowling pins. Once through, and clear on the other side, he backflipped to his feet, and left Sky to deal with the rest. Shit. Spotting the barrel of a gun aimed directly at his head, the Spy immediately hit the floor again, this time initiating a forward triple-somersault, and a slug whizzed in the air where Ben's brain would have been, simultaneously as he slammed his head into the man's stomach, eliciting a surprised groan, and sent him catapulting over the railing. A scream following all the way behind him, until it abruptly stopped when his body impacted the ground floor with enough force to break every bone. However, the spy didn't pause to witness the landing. Instead, as the man fell, he'd slipped the knife from the scabbard on his belt, turned, twisted, and hurled it end over end, impaling the heart of the ninja who stood on the skids of the helicopter. The Russian's death throes caused his finger to jam on the trigger of his weapon, and shoot a hail of bullets into the air, before he fell forward, and hung upside down off the skids, suspended by one foot. He was the last, and with the path cleared, Ben's instinctual reaction was to stop and assist Sky behind him, but as he turned to do so, the Helicopter pilot, obviously aware of their intent, began to lift the aircraft towards the roof line. Five or ten seconds and it'd be out of his reach, so she'd need be left to her own devices. Certain, at least, that Schuyler remained alive, by the banter he heard, he could only think, at least they didn't call her a hooker, before sprinting towards the chopper. No gymnastics on this occasion. As soon as he gained leverage, Ben clambered up, avoiding the boot that attempted to stomp his fingers, hooked the man's ankle with one arm, and dumped him on his ass, then entered the cockpit, and planted a bullet in his head. At that precise moment an explosion ripped through the air. His heart sunk, and Ben was consumed with a sense of failure, as his gaze searched for what remained of Schuyler Lassiter. Flames and amputated limbs shot out from a cloud of smoke, and he consoled himself with the fact that at least she'd gone painlessly, and taken a few with her. Then, a female voice split the air, screaming his name, and a huge smile broke out on his face. He should have known she wouldn't have gone that easily. However, his pleased expression swiftly dissipated when he noted her precarious location, and the throng of machine-gun wielding thugs remaining on the lower floors. There was no way he could both retain control of the chopper and run to her aid, so he scanned the area to find a solution. Hang on Sky, I've an idea. Ben's gaze landed on the dead Russian hanging off the skid. Acting swiftly, he removed the knife embedded in his chest, sliced at the man's clothing, then kicked him over the edge, met Sky's eyes, and tossed the leather harness , attached to a thick nylon rope, he'd been wearing, in her direction, expertly landing it two inches away. Clamber into that, he screamed over the cacophonous noise of the rotors, and glanced over his shoulder. And hurry. Two dark specks had appeared on the horizon, headed towards them. All Ben could hope as he ensured his end of the rope was securely fastened to the frame of the chopper, then dropped into the pilot's chair, placed his hand on the throttle, and began to raise the aircraft higher, in order to facilitate their escape before further company arrived, was that Sky's dance training incorporated climbing practice. Or she'd be left dangling in the air, like a worm at the end of a fisherman's hook, until he could dare stop to assist. At least the two disparate groups of assailants were now apparently too occupied shooting at each other that it appeared they'd momentarily forgotten their real quarry. Fucking amateurs! Adam and Eve See more Face pale with terror, Adam's shaky hand moved to switch on the bedside lamp. Images of Fire and Brimstone, and writhing figures - men, women and children all - screaming in pain as flames consumed their bodies, flowed through his mind. Eyeballs exploded and liquefied flesh oozed into fiery lava pits, leaving nothing but a collapsed pile of charred bones on the ground before moments later the victim's human form was resurrected in its entirety and subjected to the same agonising fate again. Over and over, ad infinitum. DO YOU DESERVE TO BURN? The Pastor stared at him and Eve, feverish gaze darting between the children seated in the front row next to their Uniformed father and oh-so-sweet-acting Mary, pointing the Crucifix at each in turn. DO YOU? The question screamed at one child, then the other. OR DO YOU DESERVE TO BE SAVED? Hell for you, boy. David twisted his arm and painfully pinched the sensitive flesh above Adam's elbow, the previous day's misdemeanour neither forgotten nor forgiven, but the boy knew not to protest. Or, even worse, to plead to his Step-Mother for assistance. Father O'Malley, a friend of David's and Police Chaplain, approached from the pulpit. REPENT YOUR SINS AND LOVE AND OBEY THY FATHER, OR YOU SHALL BE TORTURED FOR ETERNITY. The Man of God frothed at the mouth and screamed at Adam and Eve in front of the entire Parish, continuing even as the boy cried and cowered away in abject terror. A man who was meant to be loving, and care for his flock. A man who..................... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Adam's head struck the wall of the trailer with a harsh thump, eliciting a grunt of pain, but at least it brought an end to the memories before the howl of denial escaped his lips, further scaring Eve. It allowed him to avoid having to think about what the same Priest had later done after David had offered Adam up as an altar boy on his sixteenth birthday. Where the phrase, In Service of The Holy Father, assumed an entirely new meaning and no amount of soap had been able to cleanse the vile taste from his mouth. Panting and puffing, he returned to reality and wrapped his arms tightly around Eve, as always feeling guilty that she endured the same nightmarish memories as he. For as much pain and abuse as he'd suffered, it was his little sister's that most pierced his heart and encouraged the relentless mental demons to never rest. Not only what he knew, but the depravities Eve couldn't bring herself to fully reveal after they'd reunited. Maybe if they'd unconditionally loved David, as he'd demanded, things would have been different, but then how can you love and respect one on command who has done naught to earn either? If there really were such a thing as Angels, why didn't Eve have wings? Adam clasped a hand over hers, and ran a palm lovingly up and down her back, admonishing himself to remain strong for his sister. Too much power, we can't let him. He repeated her words, and flicked his gaze back to the television, fearful that the channels might have changed by themselves when he'd looked away and David would be there on the screen shaking his head in mocking contempt at Adam and Eve. Then her next comment penetrated his consciousness and the expression on his face when he returned focus to her was one of disbelief, as if she were crazy. Kill him? Thunder cracked outside and Adam jumped a foot in the air, expecting the ceiling to cave in and crush them to pieces where they lay. However, it didn't, and as Eve crawled up his body and his touch drifted down her skin, the spark in her eyes ignited confidence in her elder brother. Murder him, eviscerate him, cut God's fucking head off and feed it to the dogs. Excitement and glee lit up Adam's features, mostly in surprise that he'd actually uttered the words aloud before his countenance sobered. Do you think we could, but how? He has his army and would turn us to dust before we even got near. Unless. Adam's brows furrowed in concentration, the last word barely audible. Leaning forward, he tugged on Eve's arm, bringing her closer, and peered into her deep brown eyes. Do you recall that movie we watched one time, Evie? The Wizard of Oz. Whispering, he cupped her chin and caressed her cheek. Sometimes when I have a good dream, that's what I dream about. A light smile caused the corners of his lips to curl upwards as he recalled one of the few pleasurable events from childhood. That God is like the Wizard, all booming voice and scary threats, but once you get close, you discover he's actually nothing but a pathetic little man, terrified of his own shadow. Shrugging, Adam sighed, and kissed the tip of Eve's nose, then her forehead, Maybe that's just wishful thinking, but we're not helpless children any more, and if we took out his minions first? The very same blue-uniformed minions who, after a few too many beers at David's poker nights lured the teenage Adam down to the basement and forced him to perform acts condemned in the Bible, but apparently condoned by The Lord for certain of his Acolytes. Weaken his defences and make him frightened of us, before we confronted him. Kissing Evie's nose again, then her mouth, Adam Magdalene lightly bumped his head against his sister's. If it doesn't work, we're destined for Satan anyway. Last edited Jun 7, 2019