Enchanted By The Villain

CHAPTER 2.

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Born in Hamilton, Canada, to a poor mother who had died of cancer when she was seven, and an irresponsible father who spent his days idling away around the seaport and nights in a local bar drowning himself in free beer and entertaining folks with fabricated tales of his exploits as a youth, paying more attention to any direction the booze came from, Alexia never had a real sense of family. Her mother's kid sister had moved in with them when her mother died. She did multiple jobs just to feed the two of them. Her father would come back at mid nights drunk and would make attempts to force himself on aunty Mia pretending he was mistaking her for his wife as they both looked pretty much alike. She would resist him and he would murmur and curse all night before drifting to sleep keeping them awake with his loud and persistent snores.

They were lucky to have inherited the poor old house from her late grandmother who was never married and was rumoured to be a prostitute. It would have been impossible to pay rent had the house not been theirs. Aunty Mia eventually got married to her long time boyfriend, Dwayne, who was a construction worker in Ontario and left the house when Alexia was fifteen. Dwayne had wanted Alexia to join them in Ontario but she refused. She didn't trust Dwayne because of the lustful manner he always looked at her whenever he visited. Alexia had to survive on her own. Things became so tough for her that she began to approach her father's friends for help. Most of them did support as little as they could but not without having a bite of her body.

One morning, a usually unfriendly neighbour who despised her family rushed into her father's house screaming her name. Few minutes later, she was on her way to the seaport where she found people gathered watching her father's lifeless body afloat the sea. The story was that, drunk as always, he had slipped from the pier and fallen into the sea at night with no one around to rescue him. A shallow grave was dug at an old cemetery and her father was buried by his dipso friends who, after emptying a bottle of scotch on the covered grave, sang joyously as though he had lived a fulfilled life. A solidarity of some sort existed amongst them as they smiled at one another as if in deep understanding that the same fate awaited them.

Left all alone in the world at 15, Alexia did almost anything to survive. She managed to get a job at a bar that also doubled as a night club. On one particular night, she had closed late from the bar as usual, she had wanted to stay back until morning as she did most of the time, but a job interview was waiting for her by morning. She needed to bathe and change clothes in the morning for the interview and her clothes were at home. Her friend had informed her about the interview for a high paying job at a popular hotel up town with little or no qualification required except experience. Convinced that she was qualified to attend, she had made up her mind to give it a shot. The only problem was that she was already in the bar when her friend called with the information.

All through the night, she silently prayed for the men to leave the bar earlier than they always did, but her prayers seemed to have made them stay further. She had to stop the music in the bar claiming that the stereo developed a fault and would be fixed the next day. The men had complained bitterly but still stayed back. It was as if they were determined to see her remain in the bar at their beck and call forever. No, they wouldn't succeed like they did with the previous bar tender who was retired by a renal disease at age 65, she assured herself. Left with nothing else to do, she quickly went to the central power control circuit, pulled out a fuse and most parts of the bar went dark. The men jeered at her and she responded that it was an electrical fault that would be rectified the next day. She begged for their understanding promising a largesse the following day by the house. Quietly, they all left the bar with some suspecting that it was her handiwork. As the last of them staggered out of the bar, she quickly shut down for the night and opted to leave as she had done a number of times when she had a cogent reason to do so.

As she rode home with her bicycle, she decided to take a short cut along the alley. Middway into the alley, she heard the screeching of tyres and a car swung forward and halted in front of her. Doors flung open and four dangerous looking men in their mid twenties jumped out. They quickly grabbed her, tied her hand and mouth with a scarf, threw her into the trunk of the car and drove off. The trunk opened moments later and she saw herself in what looked like an abandoned crude oil processing facility. They tore her clothes and their leader who seemed to be reluctant was cajoled into raping her, and he quickly did, and savagely too, as if trying to show that he was brutal. At first, she felt pain and disgust as he forcibly shoved his hard shaft into her having lubricated it with spittle from his mouth. He was moderately big. But as he jerked back and forth violently, with hunger and need, hitting hard and deep into her, devouring her with the agility of youth, her body began to tingle with a rising sensation. The sensation became thrilling. With every hard thrust grew the pleasure, and suddenly she began to wish that he wouldn't stop.

She had never felt that way as every person she met was gentle with her even when she begged not to be spared. They did their part and left her wanting more most of the time. Her body enjoyed this punishment as if it was destined for a life of pain. She was dripping, and apparently encouraged by that, he continued to ram into her unrestrained moving his waist in a circular motion as he did. As he smashed into her for the last time, stopping abruptly and pulsating with pleasure, she felt his hot seminal fluids shooting into her system and immediately, a large amount of pleasure crashed over her like a river of molten gold and she screamed hysterically as she climaxed, but it was mistaken for pain by the men that watched. As he pulled out of her, the others tried to take turns with her but he quickly stopped them. He ordered them into the car and they drove off in a hurry leaving her in the abandoned facility.

In that moment, she realized that it was possible for her to turn her pain into gain. The hopelessness of her situation played in clips before her, but she resolved never to feel sorry for herself anymore. She was tired of crying and feeling victimized, and arousing pity in people only to end up being used by them. She was determined to turn every situation to her advantage.

As she sat gazing emptily into the gloomy sky, she began to wonder why she found the r**e pleasurable. Had she genetically inherited her grandmother's wantonness? She always heard old women in her neighbourhood whisper about her grandmother's promiscuity whenever they gathered. The more she tried to process what had happened, the more difficult it became. At the first signs of daylight, she gathered herself and hurried out of the facility. Tired of living the way she did, she refused to attend the interview that had led to her ordeal. Weeks later, she sold her father's house and left for Toronto without telling anyone. She knew someone, a ruthless guy she met at the bar and had a fling with. He lived in Toronto. She traced him to a gang nightclub. He was happy to see her and quickly introduced her to the dark world of hedonism and crime.

A year later, she had become a member of a deadly drug trafficking front. Her boss saw potentials in her and recommended her for a rebirth. This rebirth meant a tough physical training and conditioning on the hills of an abandoned temple in Asia. There she was taught how to fight and defend herself. When the training ended, she disappeared. The gang looked everywhere for her but couldn't find her on the streets of Thailand. They reported to her boss Don Patrizio who smiled and told them that she was safe. She was in the ancient town of Guangfu in China, learning the taichi martial arts. Then later the jiu-jitsu and finally the Krav Maga by a retired Israeli soldier who had a mixed martial class in China. Months later, she returned to the cartel transformed. She had been forged into a deadly weapon and her hatred for irresponsible and pervated men had increased. She was determined to crush everyone that stood in her way to the top.

Alexia went on to become one of the gang’s most feared killers. Her introduction to the brutality of the drug world came when she watched a man’s head being smashed with a mace. Surprisingly, she found herself feeling sorry for the defenceless man. Despite her vicious training, she still had plenty of humanity in her. Days went by and a lot of unpleasant things happened for which she was lucky to have survived. She got to discover that a soft heart was a disadvantage in her line of work. It was either their head or yours. Having carried out different difficult hits around Europe and America, she shrugged in dismissal of the pity that seemed to seize her at the thought of what she was here for.

"Shall we madam," The balded man said a second time and she snapped out of her thoughts.

"Sorry Mr?" Looking at him enquiringly hoping to get a name.

"Nicholas. You can call me Nicholas Ms. Harvey. I am the chief steward here and it is my duty to see you checked in. So shall we?"

He quickly matched forward, not waiting to get her response.

Alexia obediently followed amused by the way the man called her fake name.