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Sorry to all my bible humpers out there, but I’m as atheist as they come.
I don’t need Jesus to know that I’m not supposed to force myself on a woman.
Katantia has me wanting to die. It’s a country profiting from rape. It makes me want to bash people’s heads in for tolerating it.
After taking a cold shower, I dress in front of the wide windows. Again. I haven’t been to the city, but the staff and the royals make me feel like I haven’t missed out on any of the fun. They bring the grim reaper to my bed, every night.
If I’d only learned how to pray.
Not a soul’s touched me since I’ve come here, and if they’d tried, I’d snap their neck with ease, but their minds speak to me, their feelings an open book of torture.
I don’t know how anyone can survive here.
I check my fake phone, sending my fake contact a message.I’m having so much fun in Thailand!
Just in case Katantians are elaborate enough to stalk my digital footprint. With Travis Cross at the helm of their security operations, I doubt I’m far off with my paranoia. The man’s got a reputation. He’s sneaky enough to find a trafficked child a decade after it vanished.
He’d unearth Pac and Biggie’s murderers if anyone ever challenged him.
Tonight, Aris Wraith celebrates his college graduation. A select group of people have been invited to partake in this occasion, from overseas celebrities to Katantian’s cream of the crop. Since my stay costs me a million a day, and all I do is sit in my suite or wander around the palace all day, I’ve decided to make my move on my final night.
Go out with a bang if I may say so.
There’ll be blood spilled, and I won’t shed a tear.
My body works in mysterious ways. I can murder left and right, having done so for years now. Coincidentally, my twin brother and I turned thirty before I left for Katantia. I’ll savor tonight’s bloodbath as a belated gift.
You see, this pain, the desperation of a body turning crisp at your touch… I can cry, but I can kill, too.
Tonight, I kill.
I’ll feed my addiction some more.
I just hope that by the end of it, I won’t succumb to the darkness. It’s a slippery slope from empath to exploitation, and I walk it every day of my life.
King Aram Wraith could be my new best friend.
I’ve been secluded lately. It all comes down to mipreciosa. She’s been off, and my men have been dropping like flies—one traitor after the other revealing himself to their death.
It’s incredibly lonely being me. I’m stuck with a cunt that despises me, a cunt that worships me, and a dozen men that kiss my ass.
Hate me or love me, they’d fucking die for me. Would I return the favor?
It stings to think of a world where mipreciosaisn’t there to taunt me. She’s been my anchor for years now, my bloodline. She made me a man, the ruthless man I am today.
Everything I have, I owe it to that precious and pretty cunt. I’ve fucked her more times than I can count. It’s been so long that I don’t even imagine a life without her. She’s the one that worships me, and that’s one feeling I reciprocate. We move as a team, and we have our reasons for our actions.
It’s a group effort, this unabashed relationship.
“When can you have the coke delivered?” Aram Wraith asks me while lazily fucking the mouth of an unconscious Kamila Ruby Wraith. She’s not his wife. What this man is doing on Katantia… If I didn’t have mipreciosa, I’d do it, too. Fuck, I should’ve impregnated her when I had the chance. When I was still a kid, mipreciosacatered to my every whim. Now, it takes a little more convincing.
The problem is mipreciosadoesn’t have a functioning womb anymore. The insides of her cunt died five years ago when she turned fifty, thank fuck. It happened at the end of an excruciating decade in which she made me question my sanity more than once every hour. Mipreciosahas always been a little bitch, but I’d been able to shut her up with my cock. Not in the decade leading up to her menopause, fuck that.
If I’d known, I’d have cut out her womb when I was a kid. She would’ve let me.
“Oh, the coke,” I say. Aram makes his unconscious princess choke on his dick. He slipped something into her drink, taking after me. At dinner the other day, Aram saw me do it to the cunt that despises me, and he asked for advice. Now, he’s getting his dick sucked by a half-corpse. It’s magical if you think about it.
My company isn’t drugged today. She’s foggy, as per usual. I haven’t allowed her to be in full cunt mode on Katantia thus far. I don’t need her to embarrass me in front of my new friends. “Next month. The shipment’s on its way.”
