Demons of Abyss - Retribution

Chapter 17

WEST

I am so f*****g angry. I feel the hatred wanting to surface again. It's burning under my skin, and It's growing more and more every day. And every day I'm afraid I'm going to burst into flames. I didn't want this life. Never wanted it. But my producer says otherwise. I hear his spiteful voice every night in my dreams. You are too weak. I can't believe you are my son. Every night I think about it. I have no memory of my mother. As a child, I thought I remembered her, but that were just nightmares. Dreams of a dark-haired woman being grabbed by men and pulled away from me screaming. 'Childish madness' is what Charly called it. He never left anything good about her. Said she died because I was too much trouble. She hated me. Just like he hated me. He let me know more than once, that he had no fatherly feelings left for me. I am only of value to him, because I am his successor. Fortunately, he has no other children to take his anger out on. He is a brutal man without a soul. I knew, even when I was six years old, that I never wanted to be like him. Once I dared to spit it angrily in his face. That day I got the scar on my face. He gave it to me while smiling. I can still remember the feeling very well. It was burning. I couldn't suppress the tears. Tears, that I was never allowed to show. In return, I received a few blows to my kidneys, so that I was still pissing blood for days afterward. After this 'incident', I laid in a back room of a doctor's office for two weeks. Betty, the Old Lady of Bruno took me to a doctor who kept his mouth shut. He took care of my injuries. But what Charly did to Betty after that, was sick. He made sure she got the same scar I got. She didn't follow Charly's orders. He was going to leave me in the bunker. Should I survive, I would be strong enough to live a life by his side. Should I die, I would be as weak as he always said. But Betty could not look at me any longer. She got me out of there in a cloak-and-dagger operation. She was punished for that, and I still feel guilty about it today. Bruno then went crazy, but Charly threatened to kill her if he turned on him. So he shut up and went with Betty to this doctor. Thus, we lay there together. Me with my eight years because of my big mouth and Betty because she helped me. It still breaks my heart today when I see her. But she smiles at me, as if she doesn't care. As if she sees this scar as a sign of her strength. I, on the other hand, see this scar, mine and Betty's too, as the proof of Charly's cruelty. That's why I have to stop it. He always said, I was too soft. Too weak. He did everything he could, to make me tougher. And, damn it, in some ways he succeeded. The fights, the kills, everything I had to do on his behalf toughened me up. But I swore to myself, that I would keep a shred of humanity.

Then three years ago, when I had just turned twenty-five, I finally got the privilege of becoming Charly's vice. I agreed, even though everything inside me resisted, but I had to. It's the only way I can make sure I curb his cruelty. I can act behind his back. So far that he doesn't know about it. Thus, I can arrange some things differently. I have begun to investigate the history of the club. There are some rumors saying that Charly violated the club rules, and he appointed himself president. It is said he had planned a plot against former president Silas. Such a thing is punishable by death in a club. Treason carries the highest penalty. But Charly got away with it and to this day I wonder why. He had allies, I know that. But I heard that Silas was one of the most respected presidents of the Demons. So I wanted to know more about him, but nobody talked about him. So I started looking through the old junk in the basement. I didn't have much hope, but I actually found something. Hidden under all the filthy stuff were old boxes. Things, that after Silas died, someone had put down here instead of disposing of them. I found his old robe, a dusty Colt, and the most significant thing, his journals. They have kept me busy for the last few years. I have read some of the dozen books several times because I am so fascinated by the man, who wrote and lived through all of this. He was a man of honor. He did everything for the club and made sure that most of the income came from legitimate business.

I would have liked to meet him. But Bruno just told me that Charly had made sure he could no longer bother him. That's all he wanted to tell me. He also advised me not to ask any more questions about him. If Charly were to find out about it, he would punish me for it. But I will not give up. I will reach my goal. Charly will fall. That is what I live for. But now this beast of a woman is here and shakes things up. Even my dreams are under her control. Grey-brown eyes appear again and again and stare at me angrily. The long black hair suited her better, but with her looks it doesn't matter what color her hair is. I shake my head. I don't want to think about her. Not again. It's been two hours since I came back from the bunker. I almost grabbed her and took her with me. Far away, where no one would find her. But I had to give the club something. I had to punish her, but at the same time I had to make sure that she stayed alive. Taking her to the bunker was the only way. She told me why she attacked me, and I understood her. She has the same look in her eyes as I do. Anger, disappointment and sadness. Something that can't be easily suppressed. Unless you've had practice lying to someone. Like me. I had to fight all my life to be accepted by Charly. I had to work towards it, to get even. I always hated Charly. But the hatred grew immeasurably when I learned that he was responsible for my mother's death. According to the rumors, he had her killed by his men. I have no memories of her. But I would have liked to have known her, even if she was not a perfect mother. The only thing Betty could tell me was that she did not hate me at all. She was a junkie, but she would never have left me. When I asked her why she didn't have children of her own, she just said that in the life she led, she didn't want to bring any into the world. Bruno and Betty wanted to leave the club, but Charly never lets anyone leave. Whoever wants to leave, leaves the club dead. He will be executed by Charly. No matter how hard you try to go underground, he always finds you. So for me, trying to escape was out. That's why I'm going to fight to get the club back to what Silas' plan was. A club where honor and family are the most important things.

And now I lie in my bed, staring at the dreary ceiling. Again and again those damned eyes appear before me. I wonder what she's going to do now. Will she survive the fights? I had to swallow hard as I looked at the scars on her well-trained body. I don't want to think about her. So I stand up and do something I rarely do. But today it must be done. I need it. So I make my way to the bar. I lock the door to my apartment, which I earned in a fight, not through Charly's favor. I walk down the creaking wooden stairs to the ground floor and notice the loud music playing outside the entrance. I reach for the door handle and push it open. The smell of smoke, alcohol, sweat and s*x awaits me. The bar is packed. People stare at me, but did not stop talking. I hate it when they stare at me like that. They are all afraid of me because Charly has made me one of the best fighters and killers the club has ever had. They s**t their pants, if I take one step too close. Others, on the other hand, treat me from above. Booze and Bull were among them. They were so low that the dirt on my boots is better. But that dirt has been removed by the mad beast.

I march through the bar and call out to one of the bartenders that I want a double whiskey. As I wait for my drink, Levi greets me with a friendly pat on the back.

"Hey, mate, you're feeling all right?"

I stare at him in annoyance, and he throws up his hands in reassurance. But this is Levi, and Levi does what he wants. He is one of my closest friends. He knows everything about me, and I know everything about him. I would die for him. He was there, when Charly kept me in the bunker for a year as his fighter. With these memories of the close cell, I feel the burning under my skin again. Luckily the whiskey arrives and I swallow it in one go. The thought of the cell also brings back images of Kali. The name suits her. She looked like the goddess Kali, destroying everything in her path. And so she did. All her movements were fluid and her courage and endurance were admirable. Damn. I have to stop thinking about her. I shake my head, barely perceptibly, to dispel the images and order another double. I need to numb myself, though I haven't done that for a long time. I need distraction.

"I'll have one, too."

Levi smiles as he joins me. But something in his eyes is different. Normally, he'd be bugging me right now, until I forgot my anger.

"What about you? You're not exactly at your best either."

He seems absent-minded before looking at me urgently and the smile disappears. He moves closer and speaks into my ear.

"Do you have any idea what she looks like? What they did to her? Those motherfuckers. I'm more than grateful to Kali for that."

He eases back and averts his gaze. His eyes glaze over and s**t, it really hurts him. I can't help but think about what they are going to do that to Kali, too. Those two assholes. They r***d the girl, Kali was trying to save, so many times, drugged her, beat her, almost killed her. Over and over again. f*****g Booze. He was responsible for keeping the whorehouses, the club has, running well. I'm more than happy that those fuckers burn in hell now.

"How is she?"

Actually, I don't want to know, because then the guilty conscience will occupy me again. I could have prevented it, but toppling Charly is more important to me and for that I have to let it continue as before. Which I didn't really succeed in doing with Kali.

"Her body looks really bad..." he taps his index finger against his forehead, "...but it's her mind that they left the most marks."

I nod. What can I say? I don't want to imagine what it's like for Levi to see her every day and have to care for them. To see what cruel things they did to her. No one must know that Levi is nursing her back to health in his apartment. If Charly gets wind of it, he will have her and him killed for it. Here it is like in the Middle Ages. Anyone who does not follow Charly's orders must die. A sadistic tyrant.

"Do what you can, but be careful."

He nods. Then he raises his glass as if, like me, has to push the thoughts away. We clink glasses and down it in one go. More follow, and at some point I feel a hand on my thigh that can't be Levi's - I hope. I turn to the side and recognize Carla, one of the club sluts. She wears her black hair in a high braid and her blue eyes are framed by black makeup, so she could easily be mistaken for a crack w***e. But I don't need her face. Her plump t**s that jump out of the short red top and what is hidden under her black miniskirt is enough for me. I grab her wrist and turn around once more to check on Levi, who nods at me with a grin and makes his way to the exit. I have no idea what Levi is doing now, but I know what I'm going to do. I'm going to f**k the images of Kali out of my head.

I drag Carla into one of the rooms available to guests. I have never been so stupid, to take a slut into my quarters. I'm glad the Old Ladies make sure the beds are always freshly made. But today I don't even need that. I push her into the room, and she giggles stupidly to herself. For sure, she has tanked up a lot, too. It doesn't take two seconds before she tries to kiss me with her lipstick-mouth, but I put my hand on her head and push her down. I don't want to kiss her shitty mouth. Luckily for her, she knows exactly what I want. Her red fingernails scrape over my jeans before she slowly unzips my pants and pulls out my c**k. She massages him, before licking and sliding him into her mouth. I lean back against the door and close my eyes. My hand grips her hair. She speeds up and takes it deeper and deeper. So deep, until she gags. She'll probably do anything to satisfy me. Just before I come, the image of Kali suddenly appears in my mind. Kali kneeling in front of me and sucking my c**k. Damn. I don't want to think about her. So I pull Carla's hair and urge her toward the bed. I put my hand on her hip and turn her around. With the other, I grab her braid and pull her head back. She gives a moan and presses her ass against my c**k.

With my free hand, I take the wrapper out of my back pocket and rip it open with my teeth. I pull the condom on while Carla moans like I'm already inside her. I would never f**k a hooker like Carla without a rubber. Who knows how many c***s have been in her p***y. I push her skirt up, and she stretches her plump ass towards me. She wears a tiny lace thong that barely covers anything. I slide my index finger under the lace and let it slide forward until I reach her wet p***y. Then I push the fabric aside and grasp my c**k and push into her. My palm slams down on her ass and she gasps. My lids close and I ram myself into her. In. Out. With each thrust she makes a funny sound that I ignore. I just want to blow off steam. I feel my orgasm approaching and f**k her harder until the pressure subsides. She also moans out, as if she has come. So I pull my c**k out of her cunt, free myself from the condom and throw it into the trash can next to the bed. When I look at her, she stretches her ass out to me in an inviting manner.

"Don't you want another round, West. That was so good." The words were more of a moan than anything else. But I have no more desire for her spent p***y. It was all right, I could release a little pressure.

"Maybe next time."

She's a club slut. She wants to be f****d. Furthermore, she likes what she does. Whether she's happy with it or not, is not my problem. So I make my way back to my quarters, thinking about why the image of Kali popped into my head, when I came. f**k. Not only did she sneak into the club and kill people, she snuck into my head too.