Chapter Nine : Preparations
Does a happy dance for being back to writing. So much has happened that I simply could not give the story the attention it needed. I'm sure you all agree this one is with emotions going high and low and all over the place. So this chapter had been sitting here for months and months and now I'm happy that I was able to finish this so fast and neatly.
Special thanks to Mazuri and Nulli for giving it a quick once over and more thanks to Mikothebaby for another editing job well done and fast!
There is already more being written as we speak, I'll submit in a timely fashion and I will TRY to keep up a regular posting spree until their story reached its ending.
Now go enjoy the new chapter, be warned some parts may be hard to read, Derrick simply is a bad guy and bad guys do bad things and I will not sugarcoat things for the faint of heart, so be warned.
Bronwille stared at her ceiling. Biting her lip, she still was pondering about what to reply to Atlas. She had been awake for a few hours now but couldn't drag herself out of bed and had just drug her laptop closer to reread the short story he had sent her. Each time she read it she could feel the pain, she could even imagine the sound of the bullets flying around her head.
If Atlas had been in the Vietnam war he must have some years on him. This tiny detail convinced her more of the sincerity that was behind this person. You couldn't write something that true unless you were there yourself.
Propping herself up in bed, she opened up the feedback page and thought about her words a few moments more.
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From RedB to Atlas
Dear Atlas,
There aren't any words that could describe how I felt your pain and anguish in the situation. The title is very fitting and it is very well written.
I like how you portrayed all of the people. I felt LT Bradley shouting at me, the bullets whizzing past me. It's extraordinary how you managed to keep that feel of reality to it. It's like you created a little window to the past and the we, or I, could read how things were in those days.
I'm aware I proposed this hidden challenge, but I never expected you to take it up. However, I am glad you did. Whatever you plan to do with it, it's of excellent quality to already compete with many authors out there. Yes, this is meant as a little confidence booster, we all need one of those once in a while.
There is so much more I'd want to write, but I just lack the words for it. All I can add to this is that I hope this isn't the last of you I'll be privileged to read. It did make me curious how all of this played out. It also makes me question how you were able to live with this for all these years.
On the other hand, I understand your poem even more now. There are so many little things in there that cry out to me and make me realize I'm not the only one that has a haunted legacy.
I'll repeat myself a little here and say I felt privileged you let me read this and I really do hope there is more.
Hope to hear from you soon,
RedB
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Bronwille went over her message one more time and felt she couldn't add more to it and hit send.
She had the urge to just crawl back under her warm blankets and forget about the rest of the day. After yesterday, she thought she would feel more inclined to start her days, but when she saw Atlas' message and story last night, it drained the last of her new found stamina. After a full night's sleep and replying to him, she felt drained.
Checking the time and knowing she didn't have any pressing matters on hand she gave in. Closing down the laptop, she put it back on the floor and snuggled back under her sheets. Emotionally drained, it didn't take long before she drifted off again. Her elusive man occupying her reoccurring dream once more.
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Dolores cringed and that was a first for her.
She had seen many things and knew Derrick wasn't the most kind of men, nor gentle. But what she had seen tonight made her rethink why she was here. All this time she had convinced herself that she was a little bit special to him. At least that was what she thought up until tonight. He had forced her to do things she didn't want too.
When she refused he had slapped her, the second time his fist connected with her temple. The third time he broke her nose, knowing it would heal up, but it inflicted a lot of pain nonetheless.
Up to tonight, he had never shared her with the others in his gang but tonight... Dolores never shied away from a bit of fun with more than one other, as long as it was her choice. The night had started somewhat "normal". There was a new initiate who wanted to join the gang. Only the little shit thought he could fool the big boss and his "victim" couldn't hide the pleasure she was receiving.
Mere minutes later the initiate had traded places with his victim and the victim got tied up to a chair. She was placed in such a way that she wouldn't miss a single thing.
That's when Derrick started ordering her about. He forced her to suck the man, made sure he came all over her face, after which the pretend victim was forced to lick every drop. She didn't despise what she did, the thing she hated was being forced to do them on and with someone she didn't even like or know.
She was more than reluctant and even after all the hits she had received, she still wasn't doing fully as ordered. It annoyed the hell out of Derrick and that's when things took a turn for the worse. With a single flick of his wrist, he signaled to kill the initiate. Like a pack of hungry wolves a dozen vampires rushed to the poor man and within seconds he was drained of all blood. Only a thin carcass was left.
With joy, he had warned the fake victim to do as ordered, if not she would end up as the other one. Another flick of his wrist had Dolores on her back, two men on each side holding her down. Derrick had the other woman lick her from head to toe. She fought against the men holding her down. She didn't want this, though licking was second nature to a wolf, this time it just made her cringe.
After that, Derrick told the other girl to straddle her face, she tried to turn her head but got yanked back into place. He appeared next to her and had whispered that she better start obeying properly if she also wanted to come out of this alive. That said, he pulled at her hair himself and brutally shoved her face into the other woman's crotch.
"You better make her cum fast if you want to take another breath soon," his next words registered.
It wasn't often Derrick got up and when he did you'd better listen. Not wanting to push the rest of his boundaries, she started licking the other woman. She sucked her clit, stabbed her tongue inside of her, licked her outer labia, anything she could think of that could get the other one off and herself closer to fresh air. Because fresh air is something she craved right now.
