Money, status, power, domination, influence. All these are part of my daily life. Yet I'm just one step away from my goals. Has a close detail. And this detail is called Ian McCormitch.
From the top of my residential suite of a hotel located in Park Avenue, 5th street, armed with a high-resolution digital long-view magnifying glass, I was spying on my enemy and his lovely secretary.
I could only be spotted since I was housed 1km away from Ian's residence which was kept as a safe safe safe from a bank surrounded by an impressive security perimeter consisting of New York City police officers.
Ah! The spell still opposes us dear hated enemy. And this time around I will take everything from you. A fierce smile muscled the face of the man patted in the half-tint darkness, illuminated by a light-hearted with low intensity.
Basanated complexion, with curly hair, an x-shaped chin with blue eyes reminding of those of an ambushed predator, man was wielding magnifying glass while letting out silent swearing.
Nothing that was happening escaped him. The arrival of any smiling Hannah, her eagerness to join her lover who had just access to a high-level status...man could not help but suppress a feeling of frustration, helplessness and jealousy.
This feeling crept when he saw through the magnifying glass the disarray and effarement of the pretty secretary following his call, to give way to a smirk that dried up to let out a kyomeine laugh.
- You are mine Hannah. I make you what I want. Besides, it is time for the game to take some spice.
A flash occured in its memory. He recalls having met Hannah in Spain at a time when as a student, she was sporting the smile of innocence, naïve and dreamy she was.
She was then approached by him, conquered and exalted, possessed, abused, martyred, used for his purpose to end up throwing it away. From by the links he held with power circles, he had made her worked as a spy, intelligence officer, in assassination, poisoning missions then used it as a luxury and intermediate prostitute in drug and human organ traffics.
The man also had good relations placed in the underworld and employed Hannah strictly in his interests. Her sensitive work earned her a code name: purple Venus as in any good movie to action relents and organized gangsterism.
The vibrating of a cell was echoing. With a deaf gesture, he reached for the cell phone laying on the dresser of his bed showing a private call light that he picked up.
-Fine Sir. Do not worry. Everything is ready for our operation which will start tomorrow 10h, claimed his voice which died quickly stifled by the meanors of the semi-darkness that reigned in the room.
Then he hung up.
-Hunhunhun...he laughed as he got closer to the magnifying glass.
At this moment, he saw that the two lovers had gotten closer, kissing each other languidly. The man watched Ian lift his secretary as he laid to the same on the table in his office where he was writing a few minutes ago, undressing her.
She, laughing, let him do it and made his lips, sensually audible moulds every time her boss of his hairy hands, titilled her nipples he took turns.
Ian's neck clenched hands, Hannah arch her back as this one walked her tongue, her breasts, on her belly going through her navel and gently but surely to come dwell on Hannah's most important part: her second heart.
The entrance to the Netherlands from erotic pleasure. She only pushed her legs apart in large V shapes and Ian with a soapfully accurate gesture, savored with her tongue dirtying her partner's clitoris while shifted her underpants on one side. His partner flinched and let out a long jet. Cash fun.
-The motherfucker.
Assistant to the scene helplessly, the man felt pleasure rise into him. An erection was swelling the pourtour of his pants and yet it was only the size of a 7 cm. His micro-penis made him both bitter and violent with temper at a point where he was dissatisfied. Hence this need to dominate sexually.
The memory of a beautiful woman, who had mocked her gear, blood-beaten whipping and then leveled doggystyle, a hand of the man straining her hair forcefully towards the back and the other hand wielding the whip slapping dry on the buttocks of her bloodstained victim, which let out swarms of complaints and pleasure left him the taste of unprecedented pleasure.
Pleasure that he renews several times.
Unfortunately no woman survived. No police investigation managed to throw his nets on him. Yet a woman had caught her attention.
Hannah.
With her it was different, she never cried, did not cry but seemed to take more and more pleasure every time he did his particular sex sessions.
And it excited him. Before she escaped out of him.
It was then that the dopamine of his brain induced him to open his wrists and pull out the spacecraft that he eagerly trittered.
Under the blow of lust that settled in him and thunder bubbling with dopamine in his head accompanied by diffused lightning adrenaline and testosterone, he emptied himself from his seed, dropped himself onto the ground before looking at the magnifying glass one last time.
He saw only two naked beings as worms, vigorously overlapping in syncronization and then closed his eyes and fell asleep on the words:
-The game is just beginning.