5: My White Rose
1851 Words
Zack’s POV
In less than two hours, those innocent kids will be sold out to cruel bidders; pot-bellied, ugly, old stinking men.
I’m irritated at the guts of those bastards.
“We’re here, sir,” Alistair informs me when we pull over at the garage of the hotel.
Once upon a time, this mission was just to nab my sweet niece’s abusers, until it became an addiction for me, and a worldwide sensation for them. To the people, I’m Sparrow Knight, the mysterious savior the world is yet to uncover.
“What about the rescue team?”
“They’ve infiltrated the basement where the event is being held.” He informs me as we walk past the long queue of half-naked ladies who don’t give a f**k if their boobs spill out, and men in cheap suits. “The ritual will start in about an hour.”
“Good.” I slip both hands in my pockets and walk to the door where the guard is running a security check on the guests.
“Welcome, Mr. Zack!” He yells in a bid to overcome the banging music, then he steps aside.
I walk through the fine door, with Alistair following behind.
My eyes scan the area, past the blurry view of the red, blue, and white spotlights. Not a sign of a minor. Exhibits like that are cautiously handled within the inner caucus. These bubbly heads are just full of sperm and s**t, they just want to be f****d and used.
“Hi, Mr. Zack!” The gay manager’s tone is almost sharp. ‘A Sexy Trans!’ is written on the T-shirt, explaining the silicone breasts and plastic hips.
“My suite.” I cut her off.
She smiles sheepishly and leads the way, swinging her hips the best she can. We take the elevator. My room is the last one on the last floor. Even perfect. No one gets to suspect me.
“Perfect, Zaddy. According to your taste.” She grins. “We’re a call away if you need anything.”
“About that,” I cut in. “I’d need two pretty distractions.” I pause. “Not so thick, and not skinny either.”
She shies away and nods. “I’ll see to it, sir.”
Now, Alistair is frowning. He doesn't believe I deserve a moment of false pleasure. He rambles on the call, with the other team members.
I slip beneath the duvet, with my glass of favorite liquor beside me, and a cigar stuck between my fingers. A soft knock sounds. Alistair gives us privacy.
“Come in.”
The door opens and the manager walks in, with two fine brunettes behind… not sexy. The first is too thick, the second is not thick enough. And their clothes are filthy porous nets jumpsuits, with their small dark n*****s poking out. I can see the start of their p***y.
“As you requested.”
I blow off smoke and examine them. It’d be a waste to go round the ladies and still not be satisfied. It’s best to stick to my poison. “Leave.”
The manager nods and obeys.
“Hey, sir…” They start towards me.
“Go back and f**k yourselves.” I rebuke them. “I want to see those dirty cunts rub and fold in scissors position.”
One hums and starts touching her small breasts, fingering from the end of them to her n*****s, down to her belly button. She spreads her legs, widening out her p***y. The clit slips out of the big hole, daring to be flicked, kissed, sucked… The second picks up the pace, rocking the first.
My phone rings. I tap on the sensor of my earpod. It's Alistair.
“It begins in ten, sir.”
“And the jet?”
“Ready.”
“Good.”
I crush my mint cigar and roll out of bed. I let them keep f*****g the selected aggressively. What's more fun is that they will pass off as my alibi.
“Oh, Zaddy.” They moan and smash their poor breasts.
I slip out to join Alistair in the other room.
“How many minutes left?” I hurry into my clothes and slip on my mask, the face of Sparrow Knight.
“Ten.” He half talks and half taps on the screen.
Shit.
“You know what to do.” I go over the plan. “Breach their security system, turn off all cameras.” I revise the plan. “Give the team my order, now. A clean job, remember.”
He nods and talks on the phone.
Done, I take the emergency exit.
As expected, the light goes off. I barely had the time to master the paths, so navigating to the basement is quite confusing. When the first gunshot is fired midair, it sends everybody into a state of frenzy.
“Heck. A clean job, Alistair.” I groan and double my pace.
The hotel’s alarm sounds, nonstop.
The sudden cry of a little child makes me divert from my path. I follow her voice and take the sharp bend. The sight of a little girl about seven years old, just crying profusely while everyone runs to save their lives, makes my heart bleed.
“We’ve got scores to settle.” I sigh under my breath.
“Boss, got a problem?”
“The team had better pray I don't see another wandering child.” My tone is cold.
I hear him sigh too. For now, I hurry over to the child and squat to her level. “Listen, dear. I’m here to save you.”
She doesn’t stop crying.
I clench my teeth and go again. “Little one…”
“Get away from her!”
I'm not quick to turn to the soft feminine voice when she pounces on me. Her nails dig into my arm and draw blood. The red fluid soaks into my white dress.
Sparrow Knight is not so untouchable after all. A drunken woman has broken my spell.
“Stay away from her!” She struggles to stand still and removes a shoe. “Your last chance to back off.” She points the heel at me.
“Fine.” I open my arms in surrender and step away from the child, watching.
She yanks the child to herself and hugs her tender frame to her legs. “It’s okay, baby.” She rubs her hair and strokes it down to her shoulder.
I groan to Alistair. “If someone doesn’t get here in a minute, they’d be damned.”
“Yes, sir.”
“A female, preferably.”
“Yes, sir.”
“It’s okay.” She pecks the child on the head. “You’re safe now.” Her sultry blue eyes hold me still, like I’m a criminal.
I don’t blame her, the face of Sparrow Knight is horrific. The last one people see before they kiss their death. But her…
I tilt my head to the side to study this brave woman. So good with kids because right now, the wailing child is silently clinging to her.
Who would have thought that you could find pure souls in such a filthy place?
“Uh… I don’t remember my way… I think it’s…” She turns around and stops when a team member shows up, without a mask. ‘Rescue’ is written on her vest. She approaches them, arms wide.
“Thanks for helping out…”
She pulls back, hesitantly, arms around the kid. “Who are you?”
“Sparrow Knight’s rescue team.”
Still, she doesn’t move. “Who’s Sparrow Knight?”
“A good guy… Listen.” She’s quite impatient. “The bad guys are coming. Trust me, the kid is in good hands.”
She looks down at the child and tilts her chin. “You’re safe now, okay?”
The kid nods as she’s being handed over to the rescue lady. I watch her carry the child away.
“Any more bullshits?” I groan so only Alistair hears.
“Everything is smooth. The team is heading to the camp van…”
He’s barely finished when gunshots erupt. How perfect.
The armed man appears, gun aimed to shoot recklessly. I’m quick to grab his arm and wrench it, dislodging it from the joint.
“Ahhh!!!” He screams in agony.
He misses the shot, causing the bullet to hit the wall instead of the drunk stranger who just shudders in terror.
“You’d never be a fool in your next life.” I pull out my pen knife and stab his neck. His blood gushes out, spilling on the wall and all over me. I let him drop to the ground.
“Are you okay…”
I turn towards the lady to meet emptiness.
She’s gone.
I shut my eyes and hiss.
“All ready, sir,” Alistair informs me, pulling me out of my absent-mindedness.
I retrace my steps to the basement and take the dark tunnel. It leads out to the other end of the hotel where the camp van is waiting. It's stuffed with blankets, good food, clean water, and first-class therapists.
“Well done, sir.” Alistair steps out. “I already sent the ladies out.”
Good. I’d need my peace before the flight.
“I’ll join you at the airport.” I slip into the back of the van and take off my costumes. “Not one error,” I tap his back. “Not with them.”
He nods firmly.
I stroll to my room in the tuxedo that covers the dried blood. The light is back, and the club manager is trying to evacuate the crowd and handle the mess. First, a clean shower. I peel off my clothes.
The spot where the crazy lady had pinched is quite swollen.
“I hope you made it out alive.” I brush the spot and walk to the bathroom, naked.
Oddly, the bathroom’s light is out. Something seems off.
Soft, unsteady breathing… Someone is here. My hand knots in a fist, ready for attack, and the other flicks on the switch.
The unexpected sight of a lady curled beneath my shower, makes me pause. Her hands palm her mouth, holding back her muffled cry.
“You?” I smirk at the grand surprise.
Unable to recognize me away from my mask, she just mops.
This time, I study her keenly.
She’s thick… My kind of thick. And her skin is the purest white rose I've ever seen. The way her arms press her breasts against the sheer fabric, giving a tease of her thick edible n*****s.
I gulp dryly at her sexiness.
My eyes run down those thick delicious thighs, imagining how they will clutch tight around my neck while I nibble on her thick cunt.
“Pl…please…” She trembles.
Her voice… Charming eyes; the soft amber pairs bleed innocence. God! I could have sworn angels never visit this filthy earth.
Until now.
“White Rose, did you miss your way?”
- Writer
