I stepped back into the room and froze.
Sarah was already being helped into a wheelchair by a nurse, her movements stiff and unyielding. Her face was a mask of stubborn defiance, her red-rimmed eyes burning with a mix of grief and fury. Marina stood nearby, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her entire body radiating barely contained anger.
I turned to Marina, my voice calm but edged with curiosity. "What's going on?"
Marina's voice was sharp, her usual warmth replaced by a cutting frustration. "Oh, your precious Officer Sarah is leaving!" She gestured toward Sarah with a bitter sweep of her hand.
"She won't accept our help. Won't even let me call her a taxi—no, she had to do it herself! And now she's just... leaving!" Her voice rose, trembling with anger.
"After everything we've done for her! After I stayed up all night making sure she was okay! After you carried her here and paid for everything!"
Sarah didn't even glance at her. She just sat there, her jaw clenched, her fingers digging into the armrests of the wheelchair like she was daring anyone to stop her.
Marina's voice cracked, her anger spilling over. "You're making a mistake, Officer Sarah. A huge one. And when you realize it—when you finally understand what you're throwing away—" She took a shaky breath, her eyes glistening. "—don't come crawling back because I won't forgive you. Not after this."
Sarah's voice was ice-cold. "I don't need your forgiveness. And I don't need his help." She finally looked up, her gaze locking onto me with a mix of betrayal and defiance. "I'll pay you back for the hospital bill. Every last cent. I don't like owing anyone anything."
Marina let out a disbelieving scoff, throwing her hands up. "Oh, please! Like money is what this is about!" She stepped closer to Sarah, her voice dropping to a furious whisper. "You're so blinded by your pride, you can't even see when someone is trying to help you!"
Sarah's eyes flashed. "I don't need help."
Marina's laugh was bitter. "No? Then why are you in that wheelchair, huh? Why are your arms in casts? Why are you even alive right now?" She shook her head, her voice softening slightly, but the anger was still there, simmering beneath the surface. "You're so busy pushing everyone away, you don't even realize you're drowning."
Sarah didn't respond. She just turned her head away, her throat working as she swallowed hard.
I didn't stop Sarah as the nurse began wheeling her toward the door. I just stood there, watching as she was pushed out of the room, her back ramrod straight, her pride the only thing holding her upright.
The moment the door swung shut behind her, Marina turned to me, her expression crumpling. She threw her arms around me, hugging me tightly, her voice muffled against my chest.
"Husband, don't be sad..." She pulled back just enough to look up at me, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "Once she finds out it wasn't you... Once she knows the truth... she'll come back to you. You'll see."
I reached up, pinching her nose playfully, a sly smile tugging at my lips. "What if I caused that accident?"
Marina didn't flinch. She just studied my face, her own lips curling into a knowing smile. "I know my husband." Her voice was soft but certain. "You'd never hurt a beautiful woman."
I let out a low chuckle, my fingers tightening around Marina's waist as I pulled her flush against me. My mouth crashed onto hers in a firm, possessive kiss, my tongue sweeping past her lips with a demanding hunger. She melted into me, her hands clutching at my shirt, her breath hitching as I deepened the kiss before finally pulling back.
My voice was a teasing growl, rough with amusement. "You're a roundworm in my stomach, Marina."
Then, my tone shifted, low and suggestive. "Let's go. We should get back to what we were doing before we were so rudely interrupted."
Marina's blush deepened, her eyes darkening with anticipation. "Husband..." she murmured, her voice husky, "you're impossible."
I didn't answer. Instead, I pinched her nipple through the fabric of her dress, my fingers twisting just enough to make her gasp.
"Aaaaaah—!" The sound tore from her lips, her back arching slightly, her breath coming in short, sharp pants.
I chuckled darkly, watching the way her chest rose and fell, the way her fingers dug into my arm for balance. "Good girl," I murmured, my voice a velvet threat. "Save that for later."
I turned and walked out of the hospital, Marina following close behind, her breath still unsteady, her body humming with anticipation.
Outside, we saw the nurse struggling to help Sarah into the backseat of a taxi. Sarah's movements were stiff and awkward, her plastered arms making even the simplest task a battle. She refused the nurse's help, her jaw set, her eyes burning with defiance as she finally managed to slide into the seat.
The taxi pulled away, and I watched it go, my expression unreadable.
Marina slipped her hand into mine, her fingers tracing small circles against my palm. "She'll be back," she murmured, more to herself than to me.
I didn't respond. Instead, I flagged down a taxi of our own, helping Marina inside before sliding in beside her. The ride home was quiet, the air between us charged with unspoken promises. But halfway there, my phone buzzed in my pocket.
I pulled it out, glancing at the screen. Lorena.
I answered, my voice cool and professional. "Hello, Lorena"
Lorena's voice was smooth and confident. "I'm at the coffee shop on 5th street. The contract's ready. I want to sign it tonight."
I glanced at Marina, who was watching me with curious eyes. "I'll be there in ten."
I hung up and leaned in, my lips brushing Marina's ear as I whispered, "Change of plans, mi amor." My voice was dark, promising.
"I need to meet Lorena. But when I come back..." My teeth grazed her earlobe, making her shiver. "Be ready. Because I won't be leaving that asshole alone tonight."
Marina's breath hitched, her cheeks flushing crimson as she bit her lower lip. "Husband..." she whispered, her voice thready with desire.
I smirked, pressing one last, lingering kiss to her lips before sliding out of the taxi. "Be a good girl and wait for me."
She nodded, her eyes dark with anticipation, her fingers clutching the seat as I shut the door.
I watched the taxi drive off before turning toward the coffee shop. The air was cool, but my blood was hot, my mind already shifting gears—from the raw, emotional chaos of the hospital to the cold, calculated business of the deal ahead.
-x-X-x-
The bell above the coffee shop door chimed softly as I pushed it open, the scent of dark roast and caramel wrapping around me like a familiar embrace. The hum of quiet conversation and the clink of ceramic cups filled the air, but my focus was laser-sharp—Lorena.
The coffee shop's dim lighting cast long shadows across the tables, the scent of freshly ground beans mingling with the faintest hint of Lorena's perfume—something expensive, something dangerous.
She sat in the corner, her posture elegant and untouchable, fingers drumming lightly against the tabletop. The contract lay between us like a challenge, her dark eyes locking onto mine as I approached.
I slid into the chair across from her, my voice smooth and unhurried. "Hello, Lorena."
She didn't bother with pleasantries. Instead, she pushed the contract across the table, her manicured fingers tapping the paper. "Sign it."
I didn't even glance at the pages. Just uncapped my pen and scrawled my signature at the bottom with a flourish. "Done."
Lorena raised an eyebrow, her voice dry and amused. "Aren't you afraid of shady tricks?"
I leaned back in my chair, my lips curving into a slow, knowing smile. "I trust you."
Something flickered in her eyes—surprise, maybe even a hint of flattery—before she masked it with her usual cool composure. "You won't regret it."
"I never do," I replied, my tone light but final.
That got a reaction. A flicker of something—surprise? amusement?—before she schooled her expression into that unreadable mask she wore so well.
I paused, my mind shifting to Sarah, to the raw, unfiltered pain in her eyes, to the way she'd pushed me away like I was the villain. Then I looked back at Lorena, a new idea forming. "Do you want a high-profile case, Lorena? The kind that makes headlines for decades?"
Her posture shifted, interest piqued. "What kind of case?"
I held up a finger, pulling out my phone. "Wait."
My fingers moved swiftly over the screen, commanding SERA to compile everything—Sarah's case, the corrupt cops, the money trails, the evidence linking them all to Javier.
The document materialized in seconds, a meticulous dossier of names, photos, call records, chats—every dirty secret laid bare in stark, undeniable detail.
And then I saw him.
The old man—the one who had delivered the news about Peter's death—his name right there, alongside Diaz and a half-dozen other cops from Sarah's unit.
The call records were damning: Diaz feeding Sarah's movements to Javier's men, the money trail proving he'd been on the payroll for years.
A slow, satisfied smirk spread across my face.
I forwarded the document to Lorena's email. "Check it out."
She didn't hesitate. Her phone chimed, and she pulled it out, her expression shifting from curiosity to shock as she scrolled. I ordered a coffee, taking a slow sip as I watched her eyes widen, her fingers tighten around the device.
"Is this a joke?" she asked, her voice low, disbelieving.
"Do I look like I'm joking?"
She didn't answer, her gaze flicking between me and the screen. "This is... everything. Names, dates, money trails, recordings—" She shook her head. "This isn't just a case. This is a nuclear bomb."
"Exactly," I said, my voice smooth, confident.
She exhaled sharply, her mind racing. "If I take this to trial..." She trailed off, her voice tinged with awe. "I'd be the angel of Mexico."
"And?" I prompted, my tone encouraging.
"And the target of every corrupt bastard in the system," she snapped, her voice sharp with annoyance. "Javier doesn't just have cops in his pocket. He has judges, prosecutors, politicians—"
I cut her off, my voice low, unshaken. "So?"
"So?" She repeated, her voice rising. "You think this is simple? That I can just waltz into a courtroom and dismantle an empire?"
I leaned forward, my voice dropping to a velvet growl. "Your father is the Chief Justice," I smirked. "Or did you forget?"
Her eyes flashed, but I saw the calculation behind them. "You're serious."
"Deadly," I murmured.
She stared at me, her fingers drumming against the table. "How did you get this?"
I shrugged, my voice casual. "I have my ways."
"Bullshit," she snapped. "This is too detailed. Too perfect. There's no way you just—" She gestured vaguely. "—stumbled onto this."
I took another sip of coffee, my gaze locking onto hers. "What's there to stumble over?" My lips quirked. "I know everything."
She snorted, her eyes narrowing. "Now you're just bragging."
"Am I?" I leaned back, my voice teasing. "I even know what color your underwear is."
Her breath hitched, her eyes going wide before she masked it with a skeptical glare. "I seriously doubt that."
I didn't blink. Instead, I activated the AI Lens, my gaze flicking over her for the briefest second. The system scanned, analyzed, and delivered.
Dark blue. Lace.
I smirked. "Blue. Lace."
Lorena froze, her cheeks flushing as her eyes dropped to her clothes, as if she could spot a hidden camera. When she found nothing, her gaze snapped back to me, her voice dropping to a husky murmur. "You bastard..."
I chuckled, my voice innocent, teasing. "Lucky guess."
"Bullshit," she hissed, but there was no real heat in it—just amusement, just the spark of challenge.
"Prove it," I dared, my smirk deepening.
She laughed, the sound low and rich, her eyes dark with intrigue. "Oh, I will."
I leaned in, my voice a whisper against her ear. "I'm looking forward to it."
She shivered, but recovered quickly, her voice sharp. "You're impossible."
"And yet," I murmured, "you're still here."
She rolled her eyes, but I caught the smirk she tried to hide. "Only because you finally gave me something useful."
I grinned, pushing back my chair and standing. "Handle the case, Lorena." My voice dropped, serious for the first time. "Make Javier wish he'd never been born."
She nodded, her expression shifting back to professional determination. "I will."
I turned to leave, but paused, glancing back at her. "And Lorena?"
"Yes?"
"Wear red next time." I winked. "I like a challenge."
She rolled her eyes, but I saw the smirk she couldn't quite hide. "Get out, Jack."
-x-X-x-
The moment I stepped out of the coffee shop, my phone buzzed violently in my pocket, the screen flashing with an urgent red alert from SERA. I pulled it out, my fingers tightening around the device as I read the message:
"Master.... Officer Sarah is in danger. Javier's men are en route to eliminate her. ETA: 7 minutes. They are armed."
A slow, calculating smile spread across my face.
Perfect.
This wasn't just a threat—it was an opportunity in disguise. A chance to shatter her doubts, to force her to see the truth. To make her realize who her real enemies were—and who had been protecting her all along.
I could have summoned the Shadow Guards. A single command, and they would have descended on her house like a storm, dismantling Javier's men before they even set foot inside.
But that wouldn't have the same impact.
No. This time, I'd handle it myself.
I slipped into the darkest corner of the alley, where the flickering neon signs barely penetrated the gloom.
With a thought, I activated my invisibility, my body fading from sight like smoke in the wind. Then, with a surge of will, I lifted into the air, telekinetic energy carrying me forward like a silent predator.
The city blurred beneath me, the glow of streetlights and the distant hum of traffic fading into insignificance as I soared toward Sarah's location. Below me, a convoy of black SUVs cut through the streets, their headlights slicing through the darkness like knives. I hovered above them, my AI Lens activating as I scanned the vehicles.
Javier's men.
Every single one of them.
I followed, a phantom in the night, as they turned onto Sarah's street, their engines roaring like beasts closing in for the kill. They screeched to a halt in front of her house—a modest Mexican home, its whitewashed walls and terracotta roof looking fragile under the harsh glare of their headlights.
My chest tightened.
Not because I feared for her.
But because I knew what was coming.
I landed silently on the roof of a neighboring house, crouching as I watched the men pile out of the cars, their boots crunching on the gravel. They didn't bother with subtlety—three of them kicked in the front door, the wood splintering under their force, while the others fanned out, guns drawn.
And then I saw her.
Sarah was in the living room, curled on the couch, her face streaked with dried tears, her plastered arms resting uselessly in her lap. She jolted upright as the door exploded inward, her eyes wide with terror, her breath catching in her throat.
"Who the hell are you?!" she demanded, her voice raw with fury, but I could see the fear beneath it—the tremble in her hands, the way her body tensed.
One of the men—a burly thug with a jagged scar running down his cheek—chuckled, stepping forward. His gun gleamed under the dim light as he twirled it in his hand. "You'll find out soon, puta." His voice was cold, mocking. "Boss wants to meet you. Personally."
Sarah's jaw clenched, her voice shaking but defiant. "Did Jack send you?" She spat the words like they were poison, her eyes burning with accusation.
I almost laughed.
This stubborn, beautiful fool.
The man didn't react, just smirked, his yellowed teeth glinting in the dim light. "You'll find out soon." He pulled out his gun, the metal glinting ominously. "Now move."
Sarah didn't protest. She stood, her plastered arms making every movement clumsy, but her chin was held high, her eyes blazing with defiance. She stepped forward, and the men closed in around her, shoving her toward the cars.
"Get your hands off me!" she snapped, but they ignored her, pushing her into the backseat.
I watched, my fingers twitching with the urge to intervene.
But I waited.
Because this was better.
Let her see them. Let her hear them. Let her realize—when it was almost too late—that I wasn't the monster she thought I was.
The convoy roared to life, tires spitting gravel as they peeled away from the house. I leapt into the air, my invisibility holding as I followed, a silent shadow above them.
They didn't blindfold her.
Good.
Let her see where they were taking her.
The warehouse loomed ahead, a rotting skeleton of corrugated metal and broken windows, its rusted doors hanging open like a maw. The cars screeched to a halt, and the men dragged Sarah out, shoving her toward the entrance.
She stumbled, but caught herself, her voice ringing out into the night—raw, desperate, furious.
"JACK!"
Her scream was a blade to my chest.
"I know it's you! Come out, you coward! You killed my brother, and now you're here to finish me off?!" Her voice cracked, but she didn't stop. "Show yourself! Face me!"
I stood beside Sarah, invisible, my body a silent shadow in the dim glow of the warehouse lights. My gaze locked onto the man sitting centered on a rickety chair, his posture relaxed, his hands steepled like a king holding court. Javier.
His face was half-hidden in the shadows, but I recognized him instantly—the cold, calculating eyes, the scar running from his temple to his jaw, the arrogant tilt of his lips. He exuded power, the kind that corrupted everything it touched.
Sarah stepped forward, her plastered arms trembling, but her chin held high, her voice a whip crack in the stifling silence.
"Tell your boss to come meet me!" she snarled, her eyes blazing with defiance. "If he wants to kill me, let him face me himself!"
I glanced sideways at her, my chest tightening. She still thought I was the enemy. That I was the one pulling the strings. The irony burned like acid in my veins.
Javier's eyes narrowed, his voice a venomous hiss.
"Bitch." The word dripped with contempt. "You're about to die, and you're still ignoring the man who holds your life in his hands?"
Sarah didn't flinch. "I don't care who you are. If you want me dead, do it yourself."
Javier leaned forward, his voice a low growl. "Don't you remember who I am?"
Sarah's lips curled in disgust. "I don't need to know a criminal like you. A dog who follows others like a pathetic lapdog."
Javier's face twisted in rage, his fingers clenching around the arms of the chair. "I don't need to waste my anger on a dead bitch."
He stood, his voice dropping to a cold, mocking tone.
"You think you can get away after seizing my product?" He chuckled, the sound hollow and cruel. "I asked you nicely to let it go. But you refused." He shrugged, his eyes gleaming with sadistic amusement.
"That forced me to take action myself." He clicked his tongue, shaking his head. "Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. I'm sorry for your bastard brother..." His voice dripped with false sympathy. "He never knew it was his sister who killed him."
Sarah's breath hitched, her face draining of color. "What are you talking about?" Her voice was a whisper, but her eyes burned with fury.
-x-X-x-
Javier chuckled, a slow, taunting sound that echoed through the warehouse. "You really have a short memory." He tilted his head, his smile razor-sharp. "Maybe the accident messed with your brain." He spread his hands, as if offering her a gift. "Let me help you, ghost."
Sarah's hands clenched into fists, her body trembling.
Javier's voice turned icy. "Edgar was my man."
Sarah let out a choked gasp, her eyes widening as the truth crashed over her. "What...?" Her voice broke, her mind racing as the pieces fell into place.
Javier watched her, his smile growing. "Oh, now you remember?" He laughed, the sound grating against the silence.
Sarah's breath came in ragged gasps, but her voice was steel.
"Kill me if you want." She lifted her chin, her eyes blazing. "But don't think you'll get away with this." Her voice was a snarl. "You'll be arrested. You'll be judged."
Javier threw his head back, his laughter booming through the warehouse. "HA! HA! HAA! HAA!" He wiped a tear from his eye, his voice dripping with mockery. "Arrested? Judged?" He spread his arms, gesturing to the men surrounding us, their guns trained on Sarah. "By who?" His voice turned venomous. "Your police force?"
Sarah's body tensed, but she didn't back down. "The law—"
Javier's laughter slithered through the warehouse like a serpent's hiss, his eyes gleaming with sadistic triumph as he circled Sarah like a vulture. The police sirens outside grew louder, but Sarah's hope was shattering like glass.
"You are so much fun," Javier mocked, his voice dripping with venom. "And delusional." He chuckled, the sound grating against the silence. "Police? Judges?" He spread his arms, his smile razor-sharp.
"They are my dogs." His voice turned icy. "They will judge me?" He laughed, the sound chilling. "No, mi querida. They will lick my boots while I watch you die."
Sarah's hands clenched into fists, her voice shaking but defiant. "You're finished, Javier. The sirens—" She lifted her chin, her eyes flashing with hope as the distant wail of police sirens filled the air. "They're here for you."
Javier threw his head back, his laughter roaring through the warehouse. "Surrender myself?" He wiped a tear from his eye, his voice a mocking snarl. "You fool." His eyes gleamed with cruel triumph.
"Do you really think they're here for me?" His laughter exploded again. "HA! HA! HAA! They're here for YOU, stupid bitch!"
Sarah's breath hitched, her hope crumbling as Javier snapped his fingers.
"Bring them in."
One of Javier's men disappeared through a side door, returning moments later with two police officers—Sergio, the old man from the hospital, and Diaz, his face twisted in shame. Sarah's heart leapt at the sight of them, her voice desperate.
"Sir—!" She stepped forward, her plastered arms trembling. "Don't let them go! He killed my brother—!"
But then—
Sergio and Diaz dropped to their knees, their heads bowed in submission.
"Master," Sergio rasped, his voice hollow. "Everything is prepared."
Sarah's breath caught, her mind reeling, her stomach twisting into knots. "Sir... you—" Her voice broke, her eyes burning with betrayal.
Sergio lifted his head, his expression cold. "I warned you, Sarah." His voice was a blade. "Many times." He shook his head, his tone dripping with disgust.
"Just be a normal cop. Take small cases." His lips curled. "But you never listen." His eyes hardened. "Just like your father." He spat the words. "He was a dumb cop, too."
Sarah's body trembled, her voice a whisper. "My father...?" Her throat tightened.
Sergio's lips twisted in a cruel smile. "Your father wanted to report us." His voice was flat, unfeeling. "For accepting bribes from our master." He shrugged, as if discussing the weather. "We had no choice." His eyes met hers, cold and unrepentant. "We shut him up—once and for all."
Sarah's knees nearly buckled, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her tears streaming down her cheeks. "You—" Her voice cracked. "You killed him...?"
Sergio didn't flinch. "Diego did." He gestured to the younger officer, who flinched under Sarah's glare.
Diego swallowed hard, his voice barely audible. "I—I had no choice..."
Sarah's body shook, her anger boiling over. "You monster—!"
Sergio chuckled darkly, his voice a blade. "Oh, Sarah." He shrugged. "Your father was too honest for his own good." His eyes gleamed.
"Just like you." He leaned forward, his voice a whisper. "But Diego..." He grinned. "He knew how to climb the ranks."
Sarah's eyes burned into Diego. "You—" Her voice was a snarl. "You killed my father—?"
Diego licked his lips, his voice sickeningly calm. "I had to." He spread his hands. "Your father was going to ruin everything." His eyes raked over her.
"But Master..." He grinned. "He rewarded me." His voice dropped, twisted. "Promoted me fast." His tongue flicked over his lips. "Just like you could've been... if you played nice."
Diego stepped closer, his eyes hungry. "I tried to help you, Sarah." His voice was a snake's hiss.
"But you refused." His fingers twitched, his gaze raking over her body. "You could've been mine." His lips curled. "But now..." His voice turned cold. "You're nothing."
Sarah's breath hitched, her body trembling as Diego turned to Javier, still on his knees, his voice sickeningly eager.
"Master..." He licked his lips, his eyes raking over Sarah. "I—I like this woman." His voice dropped, twisted. "Before you kill her..." He swallowed, his gaze hungry. "Can I have some fun with her first...?"
Javier burst into laughter, the sound chilling. "HA! Good dog!" He clapped Diego on the shoulder, his smile sadistic. "You know how to have fun." His eyes gleamed. "Go ahead." He grinned at Sarah, his voice a blade. "You've already contributed by getting my material back." His laugh was cruel. "Enjoy"
Sarah's stomach heaved.
She doubled over, vomiting blood onto the concrete floor, her body wracked with violent sobs. "You—" Her voice was a broken whisper, her eyes wide with horror. "You're all monsters..."
Diaz laughed, a sick, wet sound that echoed off the metal walls. He stepped closer, his boots crunching over the broken glass, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "Oh, Sarah..." His voice was a snake's hiss, his fingers twitching at his sides.
"You should've known your place." He licked his lips, his gaze raking over her trembling body. "But don't worry..." His voice dropped, twisted. "I'll make sure you remember me in hell."
Sarah closed her eyes, her body shaking as she murmured, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her own heart.
"Jack..." Her lips trembled, her breath hitching. "I'm sorry..." The words were raw, broken, ripped from her soul. "If there is a next life..." Her voice cracked, her tears falling faster. "I will beg you..." She swallowed, her throat tight.
"To forgive me..." Her body shuddered, her voice a whisper. "I was blind..." Her breath hitched, her voice breaking. "So blind... not to see the truth..."
She pressed her forehead against her plastered arm, her body curling in on itself as the weight of her mistakes crushed her. The warehouse spun around her, the voices of the men blurring into a nightmare of laughter and taunts.
Then—
She straightened.
Her eyes snapped open, burning with a new fire—not of hope, but of defiance. Of rage. Of something primal.
She stood, her body swaying but her chin lifting. She backed up, her plastered arms raised slightly, as if warding off the demons closing in.
-x-X-x-
The moment hung in the air like a blade about to fall—Sarah's shattered breath, Diaz's sickening grin, the tension coiling tighter than a spring. I could feel the weight of her despair, the crush of her realizations, the rage burning through her like wildfire.
It was time.
With a thought, I teleported back to the warehouse gates, my body moving like a phantom on the wind. I hovered just outside, my invisibility still cloaking me as I reached into the system storage—and summoned my twin swords.
The blades materialized in my hands, their steel gleaming under the flickering warehouse lights, the runed edges humming with barely contained energy. I deactivated my invisibility—
And stepped into the warehouse like a storm.
"STOP!"
My voice boomed through the space, raw and desperate, as if I'd just arrived, as if I'd run the whole way. I sprinted forward, my boots pounding against the concrete, my swords flashing as I shoved two thugs aside like they were nothing.
Every head in the warehouse snapped toward me.
Sarah whirled, her eyes wide, her breath catching as she saw me charging toward her. The hope that flared in her gaze was almost painful—raw, desperate, disbelieving.
"Jack...?" Her voice cracked, her body trembling as I closed the distance between us.
I didn't slow down.
My boots slammed against the cracked concrete, the echo bouncing off the corrugated metal walls like a war drum. The three thugs behind Sarah didn't even see me coming—until my shoulder crashed into the first, sending him flying into his companions like bowling pins.
"Sarah, get behind me." My voice was a growl, raw and urgent, my chest heaving as if I'd run miles to get here. But my eyes—cold, lethal—never left the circle of predators closing in.
Sarah didn't move. She just stared at me, her face pale, her lips trembling, her mind struggling to reconcile the man she'd accused with the one now standing between her and death. "Jack... I—I'm sorry..." Her voice broke, her body shaking as tears cut clean paths through the dirt on her cheeks. "I thought—"
I didn't let her finish.
With a firm grip, I yanked her behind me, my voice a dark whisper. "Don't say anything." My fingers tightened around my swords, their blades humming with lethal energy. "I know everything."
Then—
CLAP. CLAP. CLAP.
The slow, mocking applause echoed through the warehouse like a death knell. Javier stepped forward, his grinning face twisted with sadistic amusement, his claps ringing out like gunshots.
"What a good show..." His voice dripped with sarcasm, his eyes gleaming with cruelty. "Are we shooting some movie here?" He spread his arms, his laughter booming.
"Where the hero makes his grand entry to save the beauty..." His chuckle was grating, hollow. "And kill the villain?" His laughter exploded, filling the space with its venom. "HA! HA! HAA! HAA!"
Diaz joined in, his voice a nasally sneer. "Look at this idiot!" He laughed, pointing at my swords. "He brought swords to a gunfight!" His mockery echoed, bouncing off the walls. "HA HA HA!"
Javier's smile vanished, his voice turning deadly. "What are you waiting for...?"
The three men behind me lunged.
I whirled.
My swords flashed in a blinding arc, severing the first man's arm at the elbow. Blood sprayed in a crimson arc, his scream piercing the air as his limb thudded to the ground.
The second and third stumbled back, but my blades were already moving—slicing through wrists, forearms, six limbs falling like rotten fruit from a tree. The men howled, clutching their stumps, blood gushing between their fingers as they collapsed to their knees.
"AAAAAAAAH!" "MY ARM! MY FUCKING ARM!" "SOMEE!"
Their screams echoed, raw and desperate, as I kicked them aside like trash. Sarah flinched behind me, her breath hitching in horror, but I didn't stop.
I shoved her behind me, my telekinesis flaring to life, creating an invisible barrier around us. The air shimmered for a split second—imperceptible to anyone but me.
Now, everyone was in front of me.
No one behind.
Diaz and the others fumbled for their guns, their faces draining of color.
Sarah saw the guns and panicked. "Jack, no!" Her voice was desperate, her fingers digging into my arm. "You should go..." Her tears fell faster. "I don't want you to die..."
I didn't look at her.
My voice was steel. "What are you afraid of..." I swung my swords in a circular motion, the blades humming through the air, ready for the storm. "At worst, we die together."
Sarah yelled, her voice raw. "NO!"
Diaz snarled, his gun raising. "BASTARD! DIE!"
The warehouse erupted in gunfire.
Bullets whizzed toward us—but my telekinesis was already active, bending the trajectory of every shot. To the men, it looked like my swords were moving at impossible speeds, deflecting the bullets with precise, blurring strikes.
The lead ricocheted off the invisible barrier, sparking against the metal walls, the concrete floor, the screams of the men mixing with the chaos.
"HOW THE FUCK IS THIS POSSIBLE?!" Javier roared, his voice cracking with terror.
I didn't answer.
I moved.
My swords became a whirlwind of death, cutting through the air with telekinetic precision. Each bullet that fired was stopped—not by my blades, but by the invisible force around me. Yet to the men, it appeared as though my swords were blocking every shot, moving faster than the eye could track.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" "HE'S NOT HUMAN!" "SHOOT HIM! SHOOT HIM!"
The men stumbled back, their guns shaking in their hands, their eyes wide with horror. One fired again—I deflected the bullet with a flick of my wrist, the lead embedding itself in the chest of the man beside him. He gasped, blood bubbling at his lips, before collapsing to the ground.
"OH SHIT!" "HE KILLED MARCO!" "WHAT THE FUCK?!"
The last of the gunfire died in echoing cracks, replaced by the wet, ragged breaths of terrified men—men who had moments ago believed themselves hunters, now realizing they were prey.
I didn't walk.
I moved like smoke.
One second, I was standing before Sarah, the next, I was gone—a blur, a shadow, a nightmare given form. My body phased through the air, reforming behind the first thug before his brain could even register my absence. My sword whispered through the air, so fast it hissed, and his head toppled from his shoulders in a clean, diagonal cut.
THUD.
His body stood for a heartbeat—blood fountaining from his neck like a geyser—before crashing to the ground, his head rolling toward Javier's boots.
"WHAT THE—?!"
The second man turned, his gun raising—but I was already there, materializing behind him like a ghost. My blade flashed, and his head spun off his shoulders, bouncing once, twice, before settling near the first, his eyes still wide with shock, his mouth open in a silent scream.
THUD. THUD.
The third fired—too late. My sword punched through his chest, bursting out his back in a spray of blood and bone. I yanked it free, kicking his corpse aside as his head lolled, still attached—but only barely. A quick slash, and it joined the others.
THUD. THUD. THUD.
-x-X-x-
The fourth tried to run. I let him. For three steps.
Then I appeared in front of him, my sword swinging in a horizontal arc. His head left his body before he could scream, bouncing across the blood-slick floor like a grisly ball.
THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD.
The fifth dropped to his knees, begging, "P-PLEASE, SEÑOR, I HAVE A FAMILY—!"
I didn't slow down.
My blade took his head mid-sentence, his last word choked in a gurgle of blood. His head rolled, stopping at Sarah's feet. She flinched, her face pale, but she didn't look away.
THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD.
The sixth pulled a knife. I laughed.
Then I moved—faster than his eye could track—my sword shearing through his wrist, then his neck. His head hit the ground before his body realized it was dead.
THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD.
The seventh fired—point-blank.
I didn't flinch.
The bullet froze mid-air, hovering like a fly in amber, before I flicked it back with my mind. It punctured his forehead, and he dropped, his head cracking against the concrete—still attached, but useless.
A quick stomp on his skull, and it popped like a rotten melon.
THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD.
The eighth screamed, turning to flee—
I grabbed his hair, yanking his head back before slashing his throat. His blood sprayed the wall in a crimson fan, his body twitching as I kicked him forward, his head rolling free as he fell.
THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD.
The ninth pulled a grenade.
I grinned.
Then I snatched it from his hand with my mind, crushing it in my grip before tossing it into his open mouth. His eyes bulged—
BOOM.
His head exploded, chunks of skull and brain raining down like grisly confetti. His body collapsed, headless, twitching.
THUD. (And a wet splat.)
The tenth dropped his gun, raising his hands—"I SURRENDER! I SURRENDER!"—
I slashed his throat anyway.
His head toppled, bouncing off a crate before settling near the others.
THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD.
The eleventh tried to hide behind a pillar.
I phased through the metal, appearing behind him. My sword took his head before he could scream, his body slumping as his head rolled into the open, eyes still blinking.
THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD.
The twelfth pulled a machine gun.
I let him fire.
The bullets stopped mid-air, hovering like deadly bees, before I sent them back into his chest. He staggered, blood bubbling from his lips, before I finished him with a quick slash.
His head rolled, stopping at Javier's feet.
THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD.
The thirteenth wept, falling to his knees—"Dios mío, perdóname—!"—
I ended him mid-prayer.
THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD.
The fourteenth—the last—turned to run, but I grabbed his ankle with my mind, yanking him backward. He screamed as he crashed to the ground, scrabbling at the blood-slick floor.
I stepped on his back, pinning him.
Then I leaned down, my voice a whisper.
"You should've run faster."
SLASH.
His head rolled free.
THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD.
Fourteen heads.
Fourteen bodies.
Fourteen fountains of blood, painting the warehouse in crimson.
The floor was a lake of gore, bodies twitching, fingers clawing at the air, mouths gasping their last breaths.
And three men remained.
Javier.
Diaz.
Sergio.
Their faces were pale, their eyes wide with terror, their bladders releasing in hot, shameful streams down their legs. The stench of urine mixed with the coppery tang of blood, the warehouse now a slaughterhouse.
Javier stumbled back, his voice a broken whisper. "D-Demon..."
Diaz whimpered, tears streaming down his face, his gun clattering to the ground. "No-no-no—!"
Sergio dropped to his knees, vomit spilling from his lips, his body shaking like a leaf.
The warehouse was silent now, save for the drip-drip-drip of blood and the ragged breathing of the three men who had pissed themselves in terror. The air reeked of copper, urine, and fear, thick enough to taste. Fourteen severed heads stared blankly at the ceiling, their bodies still twitching in death throes, the floor a slippery mess of gore and viscera.
I stepped forward, my swords still dripping, my boots squelching in the blood. My voice was soft, but it carried like a death sentence.
"Now..." I tilted my head, my eyes cold as ice. "Which one of you dies first?"
Sarah stood behind me, her body trembling, her face pale as parchment. She stared at the carnage, her mind struggling to process the horror before her—the bodies, the blood, the heads rolling like macabre marbles. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, her fingers clutching at my arm as if I were the only thing keeping her from drowning in the madness.
Then—
She stepped forward, her plastered arms trembling as she grabbed my wrist.
"Don't kill them." Her voice was raw, broken, but firm.
I turned to look at her, my eyebrows raising in surprise. "Do you still want to save them?" My voice was low, dangerous, but I paused, waiting for her answer.
Sarah shook her head, her tears streaming down her cheeks. "My dad..." Her voice cracked, her grip on my arm tightening.
"He would want me... to bring them to justice." She swallowed hard, her eyes burning with pain and determination. "Let them get what they deserve... legally." Her voice was a whisper, but it carried the weight of her father's memory.
I looked at her—really looked—and saw the tears in her eyes, the tremble in her lips, the raw, desperate hope that justice could still mean something in this world of monsters.
I nodded.
Then I reached out, wiping her tears with my thumb, my voice softening just for her. "Don't worry." My tone was gentle, but my eyes never left the three trembling men. "I'll help you."
She let out a shaky breath, her shoulders sagging in relief.
"But..." My voice darkened, my gaze snapping to Diaz, who was still whimpering on the ground, his pants soaked with urine.
"He has to die."
Sarah's eyes widened. "Jack—!"
I didn't let her finish.
"I won't allow him to live." My voice was a growl, my grip on my sword tightening. "Not after thinking about insulting you like that." My eyes burned into Diaz's terrified face. "Not after what he did to your father."
-x-X-x-
Before Sarah could protest, I moved.
My sword flashed—
Not at his neck.
Not at his head.
But diagonally, slicing through his arms just above the elbows, then swinging low to sever his legs at the knees.
Diaz screamed—a high-pitched, animalistic howl of agony—as his limbs hit the ground with a wet thud. His body collapsed, blood spraying from his stumps, his face twisting in sheer, unimaginable pain.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
He thrashed, his stumps gushing blood, his screams echoing off the warehouse walls before he passed out from the shock.
Sarah flinched, her hand flying to her mouth, her eyes wide with horror. "Jack... don't!"
I turned to her, my voice cold but calm. "He'll live." My eyes were unapologetic. "But he'll never walk again. Never hold a gun again. Never hurt anyone again."
Sarah stared at Diaz's twitching, bleeding body, her face a mix of shock, relief, and something deeper—gratitude, understanding, or perhaps the dawning realization that the world was far more complex than she'd ever imagined. Her eyes flickered to me, searching, questioning, as if trying to reconcile the man who had saved her with the monster who had slaughtered her enemies.
I released my telekinetic hold on Javier and Sergio, letting them stumble to the ground like broken puppets. They stared at me, shocked, disbelieving, their minds struggling to process their sudden freedom.
"Okay..." I smirked, my voice light, almost playful, as I stepped toward them. "You're free to go..." I paused, my eyes gleaming with dark amusement. "Now..." My smile widened, predatory. "Wait for me to come after you." I chuckled, the sound low and knowing. "He he..."
Javier and Sergio exchanged a terrified glance, their bodies frozen in shock. They didn't move. They didn't dare. The warehouse was silent except for the drip of blood and the ragged breaths of broken men.
Without another word, I scooped Sarah into my arms, lifting her as if she weighed nothing. She gasped, her hands instinctively clutching at my shoulders, her face flushing as I carried her out of the warehouse like a princess being rescued from a nightmare.
The moment we stepped outside, the fresh air hit us like a wave, but it didn't erase the horror of what lay behind. Sarah's stomach heaved, and she doubled over, vomiting violently onto the ground. I held her hair back, my hand gentle on her back, patting it soothingly as she emptied her stomach.
When she finally straightened, her face was pale, her eyes red-rimmed and exhausted. She looked at me, her voice a shaky whisper. "Are you really letting them go?"
I met her gaze, my expression serious but soft. "Didn't you want to catch them with the law?" I tilted my head, my voice gentle. "How can I not listen to you?"
Sarah's eyes filled with tears, her voice breaking. "Why?" She swallowed hard, her fingers clutching at my shirt. "I said those things to you..." Her voice cracked, her body trembling. "Why would you help me...?" Her tears spilled over, her voice raw. "Don't you hate me...?"
I cupped her face, my thumb brushing away her tears. "How can I hate you?" My voice was soft, sincere. "I know you were angry..." My gaze held hers, unwavering. "At that time..." I paused, my voice gentle.
"And you didn't mean what you said..." My thumb traced her cheekbone, my voice low. "And I knew..." My eyes burned into hers. "One day, the truth would come out."
Sarah sobbed, her voice a broken whisper. "I'm so sorry..." Her body shuddered, her fingers tightening on my shirt. "Please forgive me..."
I sighed, my voice teasing, playful. "I am really angry, Sarah..." My tone lightened, my lips quirking. "You know..." I mock-pouted, my eyes gleaming. "I helped a beauty in distress..." My voice dropped, dramatic.
"Even saved her life..." I shrugged, my voice mock-offended. "And in the end?" My eyes twinkled. "I got scolded for it..."
Sarah's expression dimmed, her lips trembling, but I didn't let her dwell in guilt. My voice shifted, mischievous, playful. "But..." I leaned in, my voice a whisper. "I think..." My eyes danced. "A kiss will soothe my hurting heart..."
Sarah blushed, her eyes darting away shyly. "Is—is this okay?" She pecked my cheek, her voice timid, her fingers clutching at my shirt.
I nodded, pulling her into a gentle hug, my voice warm. "More than okay."
She looked up at me, her eyes curious, vulnerable. "Are you really..." Her voice trailed off, her gaze searching mine. "Human?" She bit her lip, her voice a whisper. "I mean..." Her eyes flickered to the warehouse, then back to me.
"You blocked those bullets with your sword..." Her voice dropped, awed. "And you moved like smoke..." Her voice was a mix of fascination and fear. "Strangely..."
I chuckled, my voice low, playful. "Do you want to know?"
Sarah nodded, her eyes wide, eager.
I leaned in, my voice a whisper, mystical. "Aren't you afraid?" My eyes burned into hers. "I killed all those people..." My voice darkened, serious.
"Don't you want to bring me to justice..." I paused, my voice cold. "For killing them...?" My eyes held hers. "I am a murderer."
Sarah's voice trembled, her tears glistening under the faint glow of the streetlights as she looked up at me, her eyes a storm of guilt, relief, and something fragile yet fierce.
"I... I'm not afraid..." she whispered, her fingers clutching my shirt like a lifeline. "I know you won't harm me... and you're not a murderer... You saved my life..." Her voice cracked, raw with emotion.
"Otherwise, I don't know what would have happened to me..." She swallowed hard, her gaze dropping to the ground before meeting mine again, haunted.
"I just wanted to serve justice... and punish people by the law..." Her breath hitched, her voice barely above a whisper. "But the justice was blind..." A tear rolled down her cheek.
"I didn't even know my father was murdered... and I kept working with the murderers... respecting them as elders..." Her voice broke, her body trembling. "How will I face my father in heaven?"
I reached out, gently placing a finger on her lips to silence her torment. My voice was soft but firm, carrying the weight of truth. "It's not your fault, Sarah." My thumb brushed away her tears, my gaze unwavering. "It's that old bastard Sergio and that motherfucker Diaz who are responsible for it."
She nodded slowly, her breath shaky, but her resolve steadying. I cupped her face, my voice gentle yet fierce. "Don't blame yourself." I could see the conflict in her eyes, the battle between her duty and the darkness she had just witnessed.
"You did what you thought was right. But sometimes, the system is too broken to fix from the inside. Sometimes, justice needs a different kind of hand."
Sarah looked at me, her eyes searching mine, a mixture of gratitude and something deeper—trust, perhaps. "But what do we do now?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
I smiled faintly, my thumb tracing her cheekbone. "Now, we make sure they pay. Legally, if that's what you want. But know this, Sarah..." My voice dropped to a whisper, my eyes burning into hers. "I will always be here to make sure no one hurts you again."
-x-X-x-
Sarah nodded, her voice a whisper. "But..." Her eyes searched mine, curious, pleading. "So what are you...?" Her voice was barely above a whisper. "A demon...?"
I chuckled, my voice a low, mystical whisper in her ear. "I'm an Incubus..." My lips brushed her ear, my voice playful, seductive. "Who lives on women's essence..."
Sarah blushed fiercely, her voice flustered. "D-Don't tease me like that..."
I pulled back, my eyes gleaming with amusement. "It's the truth."
Sarah's eyes widened, her voice a disbelieving whisper. "Really...?"
I nodded, my smile mystical, knowing.
As Sarah leaned against me, her breath still shaky but her curiosity piqued, I glanced toward the warehouse.
With a subtle mental command, I used my telekinesis to scan the area and found that Javier and Sergio had bolted out the back door like cowards. But Diaz was still there, bleeding and whimpering on the floor.
I pulled out my phone and instructed SERA to make an anonymous call for an ambulance. I wasn't about to let him die easily—oh no. I wanted him to suffer, to live with the knowledge that he would never walk again, never touch another woman, and certainly never covet what was mine.
Sarah looked up at me, her cheeks still flushed from the earlier conversation. "So... what other abilities does an Incubus have?" she asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and nervous excitement.
I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear as I whispered, "Oh, Sarah..." My voice was a low, seductive purr, and I felt her shiver against me.
"My semen.. has healing properties." I watched as her face turned a deep crimson, her eyes darting to her plastered arms—the ones that had been broken and bruised during her ordeal.
"Do you... want to treat them?" I asked, my voice gentle, but my eyes burning with something far more intense.
Sarah's blush deepened, her voice barely a whisper. "N-No... don't..." She stammered, her fingers clutching at my shirt. "Just... give me some time, please..." She hesitated, then added, "And about your girlfriend, Marina... I don't want to... destroy your relationship with her..."
I chuckled, a dark, amused sound. "Do you really think I have just one girlfriend?" I raised an eyebrow, my lips curling into a smirk. "I'm an Incubus, Sarah."
Her eyes widened in shock. "How many women do you have?!"
I leaned back slightly, my grin widening. "More than you can count on your fingers and toes."
Sarah gasped, her face flushing even deeper. "More than 20?!" She looked at me, a mix of horror and fascination in her eyes. "Are you some kind of... pig?!"
I laughed, shaking my head. "Hey, don't call me that." My voice was playful, but my tone carried a hint of seriousness. "I can't live without a woman... not even a single day." I shrugged, my smirk never fading. "And if I kept tormenting just one woman every day... she'd die of exhaustion."
The night air was thick with the scent of rain and the distant hum of the city, but all I could focus on was Sarah—her wide, disbelieving eyes, the way her breath hitched as she processed everything I'd just told her. The weight of my words hung between us, heavy with truth and something deeper, something raw and unspoken.
"So... you're telling me you need that many women just to... survive?" Sarah's voice was a mix of shock and fascination, her fingers still clutching my shirt as if I were the only thing keeping her grounded.
I laughed softly, shaking my head. "Hey, don't call me that." My voice was light, but there was an edge to it—something serious beneath the teasing. "I can't live without a woman... not even a single day."
I shrugged, my smirk never fading, though my eyes held a depth she couldn't quite read. "And if I kept tormenting just one woman every day... she'd die of exhaustion."
Sarah's mouth dropped open, her mind clearly racing. "So... you're telling me you need that many women just to... survive?"
I nodded, but then my expression softened as I looked at her. "But Sarah... you are so special."
Her eyes widened, her breath catching. "Special...?"
I nodded again, my voice dropping to a whisper, my gaze locked onto hers. "I fell in love with you... When I first met you." The words slipped out effortlessly, though they carried the weight of something I'd never admitted to anyone. "But I knew you had a bad impression of me... so I didn't come in front of you."
My voice was raw, honest. "I kept protecting you... from the shadows." I paused, my thumb brushing her cheek.
"I already prepared a case against Sergio, Diaz, and Javier... I was going to bring them to justice..." My voice darkened. "But what I didn't expect was for them to kidnap you." My grip on her tightened slightly, my voice rough with emotion.
"So I came running here... I was afraid something would happen to you... and I would never see you again."
Sarah's eyes glistened with tears, her voice trembling. "I... I love you too, Jack..." She swallowed hard, her fingers tightening around mine. "Thank you for loving me... and secretly protecting me..." Her voice broke, but her gaze never left mine. "Thank you..."
I cupped her face, wiping away her tears with my thumb. "Okay, don't cry anymore..." My voice was gentle, but firm. "Let's go."
Without another word, I lifted her into my arms, cradling her against my chest as if she weighed nothing. With a thought, I activated my teleportation, the world blurring around us for a brief, disorienting moment.
We materialized inside Marina's house, the warm glow of the lights a stark contrast to the darkness we'd just left behind. Sarah blinked, her body tensing slightly as she took in the familiar surroundings, her mind still reeling from everything that had happened.
I set her down gently, my hands lingering on her shoulders. "You're safe now," I murmured, my voice a promise.
Sarah looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of gratitude, awe, and something deeper—something that hinted at a future neither of us had dared to imagine until now. "Jack..." she whispered, her voice barely audible.
-x-X-x-
Sarah stood frozen, her plastered arms trembling, her tears still glistening on her cheeks as she took in the luxurious surroundings—a stark contrast to the blood-soaked warehouse we had just left behind.
The sudden teleportation had left her disoriented, her mind still reeling from the horrors she had witnessed, the confession I had whispered in her ear, and now—this confrontation with the women who had every reason to hate her.
"I—I can teleport..." I explained, my voice casual, as if I'd just mentioned I could tie my shoelaces. "To any location."
Sarah let out a choked exclamation, her face paling. "What?!"
Her voice carried, echoing slightly in the spacious living room. The sound drew attention—and footsteps.
Marina's heels clicked sharply against the marble floor as she stormed toward us, her dark eyes blazing with unbridled fury. Ema and Eva followed behind her, their expressions a mix of shock and curiosity, but it was Marina who dominated the room, her presence like a storm ready to break.
"WHAT IS SHE DOING HERE?!" Marina's voice boomed, her fingers clenching into tight fists at her sides.
"Didn't she spit in our faces?!" Her chest heaved, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"Didn't she say she didn't need our help?!" She stepped closer, her voice dripping with venom. "Didn't she accuse my husband of being a monster?!"
Sarah flinched as if struck, her body trembling under Marina's glare. She swallowed hard, her voice a broken whisper. "Marina... I—I'm so sorry..." Her tears welled up again, her fingers clutching the fabric of her shirt as if it could shield her from the wrath in Marina's eyes.
"I was blind..." Her voice cracked, her knees nearly buckling under the weight of her guilt.
"I didn't see the truth... I let my anger control me..." She sobbed, her body shaking. "I never should have spoken to you like that... to Jack like that..."
Marina's lips curled in a snarl, her voice cutting through Sarah like a knife. "Oh, now you see the truth?!" She stepped even closer, her finger jabbing the air between them.
"Now, when you're broken and scared and have nowhere else to go?!" Her voice trembled with rage.
"Where was this remorse when you called my husband a liar?!" Her eyes burned into Sarah, unforgiving. "Where was this apology when you turned your back on us?!"
Sarah flinched again, her tears streaming down her face. "I know..." Her voice was a whisper, raw with pain. "I know I don't deserve your forgiveness..." She dropped to her knees, her plastered arms shaking as she clasped her hands together, pleading.
"But I beg you, Marina..." Her voice broke, her body convulsing with sobbing. "I beg you to find it in your heart to forgive me..." She looked up, her eyes red-rimmed and desperate. "I never meant to hurt Jack... or any of you..."
Marina's breath came in ragged gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She glared down at Sarah, her voice a low, dangerous growl. "You don't get to beg now!" She spat, her voice raw with pain.
"You don't get to cry now and expect us to wipe away everything you've done!" She stepped back, her voice trembling.
"Do you know how much you hurt him?!" Her eyes filled with tears, her voice breaking.
Sarah bowed her head, her shoulders shaking with sobbing. "I know..." Her voice was barely audible. "And I hate myself for it..." She looked up, her face streaked with tears.
"But I promise you, Marina..." Her voice trembled, but her gaze was steady. "I will spend the rest of my life making it up to all of you..." She reached out, her hand trembling. "Please... forgive me..."
Marina's body trembled, her rage warring with the memory of Sarah's pain, the betrayal she had felt, and the love she had for me. She turned away, her voice a broken whisper. "I can't..." Her voice cracked, her hands clenching into fists. "I can't forgive you..."
I stepped forward, pulling Marina into my arms, my voice a low, soothing murmur. "Marina..." I brushed a hand over her hair, my tone gentle but firm.
"She's paid for her mistakes..." My eyes met Sarah's over Marina's shoulder, a silent promise—this was far from over. "And she's here now..." My voice softened. "She's family."
Marina's grip on my shirt loosened, her breath steadying as she leaned into my embrace, but her eyes never left Sarah.
The fire in her gaze dimmed, replaced by something colder, calculating. She pulled away from me slightly, her voice low but firm, cutting through the stillness like a blade.
"I will only forgive her..." Marina's eyes narrowed, her tone sharp and unyielding.
"Once she truly becomes my sister." Her gaze flickered to Sarah, then back to me, challenging. "Otherwise..." Her voice dropped, cold and final. "Don't even think about it."
Sarah's face flushed, her fingers clutching at the fabric of her shirt, her voice barely more than a whisper. "I—I am willing..." She swallowed hard, her gaze dropping to the floor before meeting Marina's intense stare.
Sarah's voice was a breathy whisper, but her chin lifted defiantly as she met Marina's gaze. "To be Jack's... his woman." The words trembled on her lips, but her eyes burned with determination.
Marina let out a low, mocking laugh, her fingers tracing the curve of Sarah's jaw before gripping it tightly. "Oh, his woman?" she purred, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"You think you're ready for that, little girl? Let's see if you can even handle yourself first." She dragged her thumb over Sarah's lower lip, smearing the sweat there before pulling away with a smirk. "Now, let's take care of those useless hands of yours."
The door clicked shut as Ema and Eva were called away by their grandmother, leaving the three of us alone in the heavy, stifling air of the room. The scent of sweat, antiseptic, and something darker—something primal—filled the space.
Marina snatched the scissors from the table, and with my supernatural strength, I tore through the plaster cast on Sarah's arms like it was nothing.
The sound of it splitting apart echoed in the silence, the plaster crumbling to the floor, revealing the angry bruises and shallow cuts beneath. Sarah's skin was flushed, her arms trembling as the cool air hit her exposed wounds.
Marina's fingers moved to the bandage on Sarah's head, peeling it back with deliberate slowness. The wound on her forehead was raw, the skin around it swollen and purple, and another deep gash marred the base of her skull.
-x-X-x-
"Fuck, you look like hell," Marina sneered, "but don't worry, we'll fix you up. After all, Jack likes his toys in one piece." Sarah flinched but didn't pull away, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
Marina's smirk deepened as she grabbed the hem of Sarah's shirt, yanking it over her head in one rough motion. The fabric tore slightly as it came free, exposing Sarah's bare torso—her small, perked nipples hardening in the cool air, the dark, damp curls under her arms thick and unruly, clinging to her skin with sweat.
"Look at you," Marina taunted, her fingers brushing over the coarse hair in Sarah's armpits. "All natural, huh? Bet you've never even thought about shaving this mess, have you?" She grabbed Sarah's wrist, forcing her arm up to expose the dense patch of hair, her nose wrinkling in exaggerated disgust.
Sarah's face burned crimson, her free hand flying up to cover herself, but Marina was relentless. With a sharp tug, she pulled Sarah's pants down, leaving her completely exposed.
The dark, wild curls between her legs were just as untamed, a thick thatch of hair that made Marina's smirk turn predatory.
"Oh, fuck," Marina laughed, "you're a goddamn bush. Bet it's been years since anyone's seen what's hiding under there." She reached out, running her fingers through the coarse curls before giving them a sharp tug.
Sarah gasped, her hips jerking back, but Marina held her firm. "Relax, sweetheart. Jack's cock is bigger than my fingers. You'll need to get used to being handled."
Sarah's voice was a trembling whisper. "I—I didn't think—"
"No, you didn't," Marina cut her off, her voice dripping with mockery. "But don't worry, we'll take care of you. Won't we, Jack?" She turned to me, her hand already moving to unzip my pants.
My cock sprang free, thick and heavy, already half-hard from the tension in the room. Sarah's eyes locked onto it, her breath hitching as Marina wrapped her fingers around me, stroking slowly.
"See this, Sarah?" Marina's voice was a purr, her grip tightening as I hardened further under her touch. "This is what's gonna heal you. Every. Fucking. Inch."
Sarah's face was a storm of humiliation and fascination, her lips parting as she stared at me, her thighs pressing together involuntarily. "It's so... big," she whispered, her voice cracking.
Marina let out a dark chuckle, her thumb swirling over the tip of my cock before she turned back to Sarah. "And you haven't even seen it hard yet." She gave me another slow stroke, her eyes never leaving Sarah's face.
"You're gonna rub his cum into every wound, every bruise, every fucking scratch. And then—" she leaned in, her breath hot against Sarah's ear, "—you're gonna let him fuck that hairy little cunt of yours until you scream his name. Got it?"
Sarah's body trembled violently, her nipples hardening into tight peaks under Marina's predatory gaze. Her breath came in ragged, desperate gasps, her chest rising and falling as if she'd just run a marathon.
But she nodded, her voice barely more than a whisper, thick with shame and something darker—something hungry. "Y-yes."
Marina didn't waste a second. With a rough shove, she pushed Sarah toward me, her hands gripping Sarah's hips hard enough to leave bruises. "There you go, slut," Marina growled, her voice dripping with mockery. "Get that hairy cunt of yours acquainted with his cock. Bet it's been years since anything's touched it."
Sarah's body trembled violently as Marina shoved her toward me, her thighs pressing together in a futile attempt to hide her shame—her arousal.
But the moment my hot, throbbing cock made contact with the wild, damp curls of her pussy, she let out a sharp, desperate gasp, her breath hitching as if she'd been struck.
"Nngh—!" The sound escaped her lips before she could stop it, her fingers clawing at my shoulders as she felt the pulsing heat of me, thick and heavy, nestled against her most intimate flesh.
"Fuck, you can feel that, can't you?" Marina taunted, her voice a dark purr as she watched Sarah's face twist in a mix of shame and need. "His cock's pulsing against that hairy little cunt of yours. Bet it's been years since anything's touched you like this."
Sarah bit her lip, her cheeks burning crimson as she tried—and failed—to stifle another whimper. "I—I..." Her voice cracked, her thighs trembling as I slid my cock deeper between them, my cock clenched tight by her slick, quivering flesh.
She could feel every throb, every twitch of my arousal, the way my cock seemed to burn against her, as if it were branding her. "It's so... h-hot," she stammered, her hips betraying her by rocking forward, seeking more friction. "I c-can feel it... throbbing..."
"Of course you can," Marina murmured, her fingers tangling in Sarah's hair, yanking her head back so she had no choice but to meet her gaze.
"That's his cock, Sarah. Thick, hard, and dying to fuck you. And you're just standing here, letting it pulse against that messy pussy of yours like the desperate little slut you are."
Sarah's breath came in ragged, shameful gasps, her body arching into me as I rocked my hips, my cock sliding against her, parting her soaked curls, teasing her clit with every movement. "Ahh—! P-please..." she whimpered, her voice barely more than a whisper, her nails digging into my skin. "It feels... it feels too good—"
"Too good?" Marina's laugh was sharp, mocking. "Oh, sweetheart, we haven't even started." She reached down, her fingers finding Sarah's clit through the tangle of pubic hair, circling it roughly. "Feel that? Feel how wet you are? How ready are you for him?"
Sarah let out a broken cry, her body shuddering as pleasure crashed over her. "Y-yes! I—I can't—" Her hips jerked forward, grinding against my cock, her thighs slick with arousal. "I need—please—"
I didn't let her finish. With a growl, I gripped her hips, my cock pulsing violently as I lined myself up with her entrance.
"You need this," I snarled, the head of my cock pressing against her soaked, quivering lips. "You need my cock inside you, stretching that tight, hairy cunt until you scream."
Sarah's only response was a desperate, needy moan, her body trembling as she finally—finally—gave in to the pleasure she'd been denying herself for far too long. "Yes—!Fuck—!"
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Marina's fingers suddenly wrapped around my throbbing cock, her grip tight and possessive, her nails dragging lightly over the sensitive underside. "Mmm, Jack..." she purred, her lips brushing my ear as she stroked me with agonizing slowness.
"This beautiful cock doesn't belong in her filthy little cunt... not yet." Her thumb swiped over the pre-cum glistening at my tip, smearing it in slow circles. "She hasn't earned it."
Sarah let out a whimper, her thighs pressing together as if she could somehow stop the ache between them.
But Marina wasn't done. With a sharp yank, she shoved Sarah aside, sending her stumbling to the side, her breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps. "Stay there, slut," Marina commanded, her voice dripping with disdain. "You'll get yours... when we're done with you."
She leaned in, her lips brushing my ear as she whispered, her voice a dark, velvety tease: "I've been fantasizing, Jack... about bending her over in that tight little police uniform of hers. Ripping those buttons open, one by fucking one, until that hairy cunt of hers is on full display." Her fingers tightened around my shaft, stroking me with deliberate slowness.
"Imagine it—her struggling in those handcuffs, her whimpering as I make her watch you fuck me first." She let out a low, throaty laugh. "She'd hate it... and she'd love it."
Sarah's face burned crimson, her fingers twisting together, but Marina didn't give her time to respond.
In one fluid motion, she let her own clothes drop to the floor, revealing her naked, flawless body. Her skin was smooth, her curves sinful, and her hands immediately went to her own perked nipples, pinching and rolling them between her fingers.
A soft, needy moan escaped her lips as she arched her back, her eyes locked onto mine. "Mmm... I've been waiting for this," she purred, her voice thick with desire. "Ever since you disturbed us last time."
I didn't hesitate. I grabbed Marina by the nape of her neck and crushed my lips to hers, biting her lower lip hard enough to draw a gasp. She melted into me, her body pressing against mine, her fingers tangling in my hair.
Breaking the kiss just long enough to taunt Sarah, she lifted her arms, exposing her clean-shaven armpits—smooth, flawless, a stark contrast to Sarah's unruly curls. \
"Look," she said, her voice a husky tease as she turned slightly, giving Sarah a full view.
"Clean. Neat. Unlike some people." Her hand slid down her stomach, her fingers teasing the bare, shaved lips of her pussy. "No jungle here, Sarah. Just skin. Smooth. Ready."
Sarah's breath hitched, her eyes wide as she watched Marina's fingers circle her own glistening clit, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate motions. "Do you like what you see, Sarah?" Marina taunted, her voice dripping with mockery.
"Do you wish you were this prepared for him?"
I growled, my cock throbbing painfully as Marina's fingers wrapped around me again, her grip tight and teasing, stroking me with agonizing slowness. "Get on your fucking knees," I snarled at Sarah, my voice rough with unbridled lust. "Watch how a real woman takes what she wants."
Sarah's legs trembled violently, but she obeyed, sinking to her knees with a whimper, her eyes locked on Marina's fingers as they circled her own clit, her body moving with confident, unashamed perfection.
The sight of Marina—naked, glistening, and in complete control—made Sarah's breath hitch, her fingers twitching at her sides, desperate to touch herself but too ashamed to move.
I grabbed Marina's arms, lifting them above her head, exposing her smooth, shaven armpits. I leaned in, my tongue dragging slowly up the sensitive skin, tasting the faint saltiness of her sweat.
Marina shivered violently, a tremor running through her body as she let out a broken moan. "F-fuck, Jack—!" Her voice was thick with need, her hips arching toward me as I licked and nipped at her delicate flesh, making her whimper.
I trailed my lips down, kissing her navel before dipping lower, my breath hot against her soaked pussy.
Marina's moans grew louder, her fingers tangling in my hair as I teased her, my tongue flicking just above her clit, never quite touching where she ached the most. "Mmm—please—" she gasped, her thighs trembling as she tried to grind against my mouth.
I lifted her leg, draping it over my shoulder, spreading her open to reveal her dripping, glistening pussy in all its obscene perfection.
The fragrance of her arousal hit me like a wave—musky, sweet, intoxicating. I inhaled deeply, my lips hovering just above her swollen lips, my breath making her shudder. "You pussy smells horny," I growled, before diving in, my tongue plunging deep into her soaked entrance.
"AAAAAAAAAH—FUCK!" Marina screamed, her back arching off the bed as I sucked hard, my lips sealing around her clit, my tongue flicking and swirling with relentless precision.
"Hmm—aaaaaaah—! Oh god—!" Her fingers clawed at my scalp, her moans filling the room, desperate and unfiltered.
Sarah whimpered from her place on the floor, her thighs pressed together, her own pussy throbbing as she watched Marina fall apart under my mouth.
"P-please—" she begged, her voice cracking, her hand finally slipping between her legs, her fingers rubbing frantically at her hairy, soaked folds.
I pulled back, my lips glistening with Marina's arousal, my voice a dark growl. "You want this, Sarah?" I taunted, my fingers sliding inside Marina, making her gasp. "You want to know what it feels like to have a man worship you like this?"
Marina laughed breathlessly, her hips rolling against my hand. "She wishes," she panted, her eyes locking onto Sarah's.
"But she doesn't deserve it... not yet." She reached down, her fingers grabbing Sarah's hair, yanking her closer. "You'll watch," she hissed. "And you'll learn."
And with that, I drove my fingers deeper into Marina, curling them with ruthless precision until I found that sensitive, swollen spot deep inside her. Her back arched violently, her walls clenching around my fingers like a vice, her scream tearing through the room. "FUCK—JACK—! I'M—I'M—CUMMING—!" Her voice was raw, desperate, her body trembling on the edge of release.
But I wasn't done with her yet.
With a sadistic smirk, I pulled my fingers out of her dripping pussy, leaving her gasping, her orgasm hanging just out of reach.
"No," I growled, my voice dark and commanding. "You don't get to cum yet."
Marina's eyes flew open, her face twisting in frustration and need. "W-what—? No!" She bucked her hips, trying to chase the pleasure, but I stepped back, my fingers glistening with her arousal.
"You heard me," I said, my voice cold and unyielding. I reached down, my thumb flicking her swollen clit once—hard—before pinching it between my fingers.
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"AAAAAAH—DON'T—!" she screamed, her body jerking, her thighs slamming together as she tried to escape the overwhelming sensation.
But I didn't stop. I rolled her clit between my fingers, applying just enough pressure to keep her right on the edge, her moans turning into desperate whimpers. "P-please—please—!" she begged, her hands clawing at the sheets, her body trembling with unfulfilled need.
"Not yet," I repeated, my voice firm and cruel. I released her clit, stepping back completely, leaving her panting, her pussy throbbing, her orgasm denied.
Marina collapsed back onto the bed, her chest heaving, her eyes burning with frustration and lust. "You bastard—" she growled, but there was no real anger in her voice—just desperation, just need.
I leaned down, my lips brushing her ear. "You'll cum when I say you can cum," I whispered, my voice a dark promise. "And not a second sooner."
Her breath hitched, her body arching toward me, begging without words.
My cock pulsed painfully, swollen and throbbing as I straightened up, my gaze locking onto Sarah, who was still kneeling on the floor. Her face was flushed crimson, her fingers frantically buried in her dripping cunt, rubbing herself in desperate circles as she watched us.
A thin string of her own arousal stretched from her fingers to her thighs, glistening under the dim light.
I growled, my voice rough with dominance, "Sarah... crawl over here, you fucking slut. Sit on the ground like the worthless piss-rag you are." My words made her whimper, but she obeyed instantly, her knees scraping against the floor as she scrambled closer, her pussy still twitching with need.
Without warning, I grabbed Marina by the hips and spun her around, her body bending to my will. I hoisted her up effortlessly, her legs wrapping around my waist as I lined my thick, veiny cock up with her soaked, gaping cunt.
"You're gonna take every fucking inch, Marina," I snarled, "and you're gonna fucking love it." With a brutal thrust, I buried myself inside her, my cock splitting her open, her tight walls clenching around me like a vice.
Sarah let out a choked gasp as she watched my cock disappear into Marina's pussy, the obscene bulge of my cock stretching her from the inside, her lips parting around the intrusion.
"OHHHHH—FUUUUUCK!" Marina screamed, her nails digging into my shoulders, her back arching as I bottomed out inside her.
"IT'S TOO MUCH—IT'S TOO FUCKING BIG! I CAN FEEL YOU IN MY WOMB, YOU BASTARD!" Her voice cracked, her words dissolving into a guttural, animalistic moan as I held her impaled, my cock twitching deep inside her.
Then, with a dark chuckle, I let go.
A scorching torrent of piss erupted from my cock, blasting directly into Marina's womb. The pressure was unbearable, the heat searing, and she shrieked like a broken whore, her body convulsing violently.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH—NO, NO, NO! IT'S BURNING ME! I CAN FEEL IT—IT'S FILLING ME UP! OH GOD, IT'S IN MY WOMB! I'M GONNA—FUCK—IT'S TOO MUCH!" Her pussy clenched spasmodically around my cock, her walls milking me as my piss flooded her, the obscene sloshing sounds echoing in the room.
Sarah's eyes were glued to the scene, her mouth hanging open as she watched Marina's belly distend slightly, the outline of my cock and the pressure of my piss visible beneath her skin.
"Holy fuck..." she whispered, her fingers working furiously on her clit, her own juices dripping down her thighs.
Marina's orgasm hit her like a freight train. "I'M CUMMING! I'M FUCKING CUMMING ON YOUR PISS!" she howled, her body jerking wildly as her pussy gushed, her own piss spraying out in a powerful arc, mixing with my stream.
The golden torrent poured out of her, drenching Sarah below in a humiliating cascade. The first splash hit Sarah's face, and she let out a shocked, filthy moan, "Ohhh—FUCK! IT'S SO HOT!" Her tongue darted out, tasting the salty warmth as the torrent continued, soaking her hair, her tits, her trembling thighs.
Marina's screams turned into broken, sobbing moans as my piss kept flowing, her womb cramping around the invasion.
"IT WON'T STOP! I CAN'T—IT'S TOO MUCH! I'M STILL CUMMING! AHHHHH—PLEASE, NO MORE!" But I didn't stop. I kept pissing, my stream forcing its way deeper, filling her until her belly felt swollen, her pussy leaking around my cock, the excess piss dripping down her thighs and splattering onto Sarah's upturned face.
Sarah was a mess, completely drenched, her body trembling as she looked up at us, her mascara running, her lips parted.
"I—I can smell it..." she whimpered, her voice thick with lust. "It's all over me... I can taste you both..." Her fingers never stopped, her own orgasm building as she rubbed herself frantically, the warm piss trickling down her skin, pooling beneath her.
With a guttural grunt, I yanked my cock free from Marina's wrecked pussy, the obscene schlick of her gaping hole echoing in the room. My cock was still iron-hard, slick with her juices and the sticky remnants of my piss, veins throbbing as pre-cum beaded at the tip.
Marina crumpled forward, her body racking with aftershocks, her used cunt twitching and leaking—a golden river of my piss dripping in thick, humid streams onto Sarah's upturned face.
Sarah's broken arms and the jagged wound on her forehead hissed as the first drops hit her skin. The piss sizzled against her flesh, the unnatural heat seeping into her bones, knitting her fractures together with a sickening crackle.
She gasped, her back arching as the pain melted into pleasure, her wounds sealing shut under the golden torrent.
"F-Fuck..." she whimpered, her tongue snaking out, desperate. "It's... healing me..." Her voice was thick with awe, her fingers clawing at the floor as the last of her injuries closed, leaving her skin flushed and glowing.
But she wasn't healed yet.
"Not done," I growled, gripping Marina's hips and slamming her back onto my cock, burying myself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. "You need my cum, Sarah. And you're gonna earn it."
Marina shrieked, her nails raking down my chest as I pinned her in place, my cock stretching her ruined pussy wide. "N-NO MORE! I CAN'T—IT'S TOO MUCH!" she sobbed, but her traitorous cunt clenched around me, her hips rolling in helpless circles.
"P-PLEASE, I'M STILL FULL OF YOUR PISS! IT'S DRIPPING OUT OF ME—AH! AH! DON'T STOP!"
Sarah didn't waste a second. With a filthy moan, she crawled forward, her tongue lashing out like a starved animal. She buried her face between Marina's thighs, her lips wrapping around Marina's swollen clit, lapping at the mess of piss and arousal leaking from her gaping hole.
"Mmmf—so good," Sarah slurred, her voice vibrating against Marina's flesh.