THE TORMENTOR
The Tormentor - Episode 43&44
( Blêed•For•Me, Ixora )
Book 1 in the Mindf+ck Trilogy
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No other person with this kinda strong presence.
No other person with this unmatched aura.
No other person...with this hellfire scent.
Before he could even hook her bra, she pulled herself away from that part of the pool, and he let go of the hooks, so she held it before turning around to face him.
It's indeed who she thought, and he's already sitting malignantly at the edge of the pool, eyes balanced on her as she continued holding her bra hook behind herself.
Her arm hurts, but she kept still, fighting with her eyes that's trying to widen.
He's wearing his usuals.
Leather jacket with a black shirt under, then black jean pants which carved out his long legs underwater.
His hair is sprinkled over his irises, and his palms are on the ground behind him. He rested his weight on the two.
"Dirty. Little. Liar" He spelled out each word like his favorite things to say, his deep voice giving it a resonation that belongs in a movie.
"You really think you could take a break?" He lifted his palms from the ground, straightening himself.
"Why are you here? Why are you in Capetown? No...why are you even in this same hotel?" She replied, her voice firm but still did nothing to hide her shock.
"WHY? You don't get to use that word around me" he said, his tone freezing.
"I wanted just three days of peace—"
"You've been here since yesterday, isn't it?" He interrupted. "You already got one day of peace, and that's a privilege you shouldn't have enjoyed in the first place. I'm going too lenient, and it's uninteresting" he stated, and she gasped.
Warren left the pool edge and got into the pool, but the moment he began walking towards her, she let go of her bra hook and quickly climbed up the pool wall.
In the process, her br@ fell from her body, but as least, he only saw her naked back as she ran out of the pool hall. He didn't get to see her dangling br+Ã sts.
Warren kept walking in the pool, slowly till he got to where her bra fell at the poolside.
He stretched his hand and took it, examining the medium sized thing for a while before bringing his scalpel out of his pocket.
There's her fruity scent in the bra, and as if oozed into his nose, he expelled it by exhaling.
Using the scalpel, he shredded the br@ into bits, pouring the pink foam into the pool surface before getting out of it.
He walked out of the pool hall, too.
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Thanks to the fact that this is an exclusive suite, Ixora didn't clash into anybody till she arrived at her bedroom.
She locked the door and covered her breà sts with her palms as if someone else is in here, then she walked to her wardrobe where she wore one of her big tees which reached her thigh middle.
After covering herself up, she got her phone to call the guards and her mum, but surprisingly, there's no network.
What the hell? This can't be a coincidence.
Suddenly, a hit landed on the door, and she jumped, dropping her phone before walking towards it.
Another hit landed on it, and she swallowed, her chest hammering.
If it's him, then there's no way he'd be able to open that door.
It's protected by—
To hell with protection, cos after the third hit, the door opened, and he stepped in, holding up a key card.
Her eyes widened, cos there are two cards that can open this room.
One is in her wardrobe, and the other one is supposed to be with Stonia.
"For an ex vice-president, your mum is too frugal" he said.
Bingo...he definitely stole the card from Stonia on her way out of the hotel earlier.
Thankfully, she's still beside the wardrobe, so she quickly brought out her illegal gun from the base of her folded clothes. She brought it, luckily.
She pointed at him, but he still didn't stop walking to her.
"Stop, or I'll really shoot! Stop walking! Keep your distance!!" She warned, shifting back.
"Here's a suggestion, shoot my two legs" he said.
Ixora tightened her sweaty hands around the gun.
"With my two legs gone, I'll crumble, but you know what? I'll still crawl to you and take you" he said.
"I said stop coming closer!!! I'll really shoot you!! I'll —"
"Shoot, little liar" he interrupted when he got to her, then he pulled the gun barell to his own forehead.
Ixora halted her breathings.
"One bullet, and I'll be gone from your life" he whispered.
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[California, Crescent Hospital]
Romeo sat in front of the therapist office, staring into space.
It's some minutes to 6pm, and his phone has been vibrating with messages from Bethel.
Bethel: You promised to follow me to the hideaway party!
Bethel: Where the hell are you!
Bethel: Did you somehow disappear?
Bethel: Please...you know I hate going to parties alone!
Bethel: Yunno what? Sleep wherever you are, I'll go by myself!
The patient that has been with the therapist since thirty minutes ago finally came out.
"The therapist said you can come in" he said.
Romeo immediately went in, meeting the middle-aged woman on seat.
"I've seen you before" she said.
"The obsessive guy?" He replied, sitting in front of her.
"Romeo Ford? My gawd, it's really you? I trust you've been doing fine since then" she said.
"Yeah, luckily" he replied, and then she noticed his eyes.
"I thought we concluded that you should start using lenses to cover the colour of your eyes. It contributes to your condition" she said.
"I can't keep who I really am forever, don't you think?" He replied, and she nodded, resting back.
"So...what if she comes out of jail and starts with you again" she said.
"I'll handle it, but for now, I need help" he replied.
"What's going on?" She asked interestedly.
Romeo explained Ixora's case from the beginning, and when he finished narrating, she gasped.
"Another one? I told you to stop getting attached to things. You don't let go easily and it's not your fault you were built this way"
"I can't help it!" Romeo slammed his palm on the table in frustration.
"I can't help it, ma'am. We got drunk, we f+çked, and I was ready to let go afterwards since it was a mistake, but I kept seeing her, and i kept hearing her voice, I kept seeing her smile and I kept getting wild heartbeats around her" he elaborated.
"Meaning?"
"This is different from the former girl. I love Ixora I swear with my life, not an unhealthy obsession, I do love her, but then I made a mistake yesterday, I called her my property just to anger him, and, and it's.. it's —"
"Shhh, Romeo. You're beginning to stutter" the woman said in a calm voice, and he took a deep breath.
"He's the root cause of my obsession sickness, you know how hyper-aware I get around him" he said.
"I know the whole story, Romeo. You feel he stole your mother's love from you, and since then, you've unconsciously grown over posessive of the things you own and want. You think if you don't hold them tight, someone will take them the way he took your mother. It went on till your over possessiveness grew to obsession over the smallest things, but when he came out of prison and began going after Ixora, you got scared that he'd take her away from you too"
"Exactly, I swear it's not obsession in her case." He quickly said, sweating.
"I know" the woman nodded. "But does she want you back in the same manner?"
"No" he replied.
"Then let her go"
"I can't, that prick is a wall who can't feel, he only wants to hurt her and I can't just stand and watch." He replied.
"You'll keep going till he burns something else?" The woman said.
"Maybe...so far she doesn't get hurt" he selflessly replied, and the woman sighed.
Two minutes later, Romeo walked out of the office, strapping his messenger bag on his body.
He walked to the pharmacy and took the drugs that was prescribed for him with his last cash, then he left the hospital.
As he walked out, he remembered something.
She blocked him on Whatsapp, contacts, IG, but there's still a move.
He can still use the school blog where she'd be able to see his apology, but only important students have access to the webmaster, so he has no access unless he meets the webmaster.
There's only one blogger in the whole of ILC who'd know the webmaster, and it's Monty.
That means he has to go to the hideaway party if he wants to meet her since everyone is gonna go.
He stopped a taxi.
"Obsidian island" he told the man before getting in.
The long drive began.
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[Nadine's Place]
Nadine is under her duvet in her room, watching the live hideaway party on her laptop.
She's on Monty's personal blog, and Monty is doing a good job posting everything going on in the party.
She has seen almost all the faces of every ILC student she could think of, and as she watched, she ate popcorn.
Right now, her lips and chin are full of milk from the popcorn, and she's busy licking.
She took her phone and dialled Ixora's line again, but it's still not reachable.
It's been like this for minutes.
"What happened to network over there?" She muttered, dropping the phone, but then she got a buzz.
"Xoxo!" She gasped happily, sitting up to take the phone and check.
But the smile left her face when she saw a different message.
• Tell me you're not coming, and I'll be in your house in five minutes to drag you like an animal that I am.
She quickly got down from the bed, wiping the milk on her lips with the back of her hand.
It's definitely him, devil number 2.
She quickly went to her closet and digged out a long church gown with turtle neck, then she tied her hair in a ponytail and attached a small flower.
She wore sneakers, got her phone and ran out of the house, her gown overflowing.
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[Creed's Family House]
Matron is in the forest at the back of the property, and despite the fact that it's already dark, her steps are precise and careful like it's not her first time here.
Her phone flashlight is on though, and her steps continued till she stopped under a particular tree in the middle of the thick forest.
She turned off the flashlight and dialled a line, waiting patiently till the person picked.
"Hey" the male voice came.
"You should have seen the new alert by now, I sent you a billion this time, and I already told you what to do with it" she said.
"Aren't you the richest woman in this country at this rate? Elder Creed pays you mad money which you've been investing on properties, but you're still in his house, for what? You should take your husband and kids out of poverty" the voice replied.
"Just do what you're told, ok? And about her, when last did you see or talk to her?" Matron said.
"She talks to you more than she does me, so it's been a while. You know how shady she is" he replied.
"Next time she calls, tell her I'm dying of suspense. She has to call me" she said.
"Of course" the male replied, and Matron hung up.
She left the forest and went back into the house, meeting Lydia who's arranging some documents for Elder Creed in the lounge.
"I left you on these documents when I was leaving, but here you are, still on them. You need help?" she said.
"No, it's because a new mine has just been discovered, and Elder us buying" Lydia replied.
"Really? Isn't he the richest man in this country at this rate?" Matron smiled.
"He has been in that position since Mr. Ortega's death" Lydia replied, focusing back on the documents.
Matron went inside, knowing fully well that the old man is gonna be in the inferno chamber.
She went there, staying by the door and watching him silently.
Elder Creed is on his wheelchair, staring at the burning fire which has the picture of his dead wife inside it again.
As the picture burned, he smiled.
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[U-turn Bar]
Rafael has been in the bar since an hour ago, downing himself in alcohol as usual as the happenings of the past replayed in his head.
That day...the day he had the argument with Stonia that led to their divorce.
"I am your husband, Stonia!! Your husband! I didn't just see you in the streets and take you home, we got married!! I put a ring on your finger!!" He had yelled.
"And that's because you impregnated me at the age of 16!! Our parents had no choice than to get us married after I gave birth!!" Stonia had yelled back.
As the argument replayed in Rafael's head, he combed his fingers through his hair, the ice in his cup clanking with the glass as he lifted it to his lips again, having another sip.
"Look who's drinking alone" a tricky voice said beside him, and he squinted, turning his neck as someone sat on the stool beside him.
His squint deepened when he saw the face.
"Mrs. Grace Ortega?"
The woman smiled, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Grace, call me Grace only"
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[Satan's Heirs Hideaway]
Saying the party is a hit would be an understatement.
It's an explosion—a detonation, a full-blown orgie.
From the gate, to the driveway, to the full compound to the forest space at the back of it, it's full of students.
Inside the hideaway itself is another story entirely, students went out of their ways to attend this party, and it's lit.
The girls wears? It's nothing to talk about. It's like someone warned them not to wear undies cos in the lights, their br+Ã sts and puxxies are very visible under the clothes they're wearing.
Ninety nine percent came here for s+x, and they're not even trying to hide their horniness as they rubbing bodies in visible and hidden corners.
The weekend songs is the jazz of the night, setting the mood completely.
It's exactly what the guys wanted, and they got it tenfold.
Konstantin stood by the snake rails with Anfisa.
Her arm on his shoulder, and a cigar stick on his thin lips as they enjoyed the sinful view.
A certain female student is on a chair, fingering herself. Then there are fingers of three more guys inside that same puxxy, f+ckin her.
Her cries died under the music, but the way her mouth opened as she let them out is satisfying to watch.
"Is this what you guys call voyeurism? Watching people have s+x? Watching them pleasure themselves?" Anfisa said as she watched with Konstantin.
"Touché" he replied.
"And you all do it?" She asked again.
"I and War are the only voyeurs" he replied.
"Of course, you both own the best satanism traits" she replied, and her phone buzzed.
She stepped away from him to go read the message from"Evil Witch"
Evil Witch: You already spent weeks, the countdown is still ongoing.
"Oh gawd, I wanna tie her to a tree" Anfisa muttered, sighting Capri who's coming towards the staircase.
Girls by the wall are shifting their p+nties to the side for him, giving him a good view, but he never looked.
"You're still very much affected" Anfisa said.
"Oh?" He replied, and she smiled.
"Chess?" She asked.
"Downstairs" he replied, and they left together.
As for Ashton, she's downstairs too.
It's like he's the one this party was made for cos right now, he's getting his d+ck sucked by two different girls who're taking turns to swallow his gallons of c+m down their greedy throats.
Some other ladies are around them too, watching the show.
Konstantin is still by the railings, smoking and watching the door at the same time.
He's waiting for when Nadine is gonna enter, but it was Romeo he saw coming in.
"This darn party is surely not gon end well" he muttered.
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Romeo has his eyes everywhere as he entered, and the blasting music nearly blocked his senses as he looked everywhere for Tina.
He's sure that wherever Tina is, Monty is there too.
"You betrayer! You let me come alone and you came on your own!" Bethel's loud voice screamed behind him, and he turned around to see her standing there with Clover.
He immediately dragged her to himself, and she gasped, then Romeo faced Clover.
"I dunno what you're planning by suddenly going after me and my sis, but stay back, or I'll kill you" he warned, taking Bethel away.
"That sounded like an invitation" Clover smiled.
"Where are you taking me you joy killer! I didn't like his creepiness too but I got to know tonight that he's a cool guy!" Bethel shouted as she struggled to follow Romeo in the dancing crown.
"Have you seen Tina?" Romeo suddenly asked.
"Yeah, if you see anyone wearing a yellow short gown with several yellow flowers in her hair, it's her. You know how extra flashy she is" Bethel replied.
Romeo looked around the heated room, and it didn't take long before he found Tina egos wearing bright yellow, sitting alone and rolling eyes at no one in particular.
He quickly rushed to her, and when Tina saw him, she spranged up with a smile.
"Romeo! You came!"
Her mood changed immediately.
"Where's Monty?" Romeo asked.
"I dunno, she has been walking around this hideaway like she's looking for something" she Tina replied, and Romeo sighed.
"What do you need her for?" Bethel and Tina asked at a time.
"I need her to link me to the webmaster" he replied.
"But Monty is the webmaster" Tina replied with a tentative blink.
"What!!" Bethel gasped.
"What are you saying?" Romeo frowned.
"Monty Blair is ILC webmaster" Tina replied assuredly.
"I'll help look for her, wait here" she quickly added, rushing away.
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Outside the compound, Nadine is just arriving, and immediately she drove inside, she felt choked by the amount of students she's seeing.
Why are they not as many as this when she was watching on Monty's blog?
She can't handle crown unless Ixora is there with her, and this just made her miss Ixora more as she stepped out of the car.
But then, a tall and his friends are already waiting beside the car, looking pissed.
She recognizes them as part of the Ice Hockey team though they didn't play in the last game.
"You nearly hit us, don't you know how to ride a car?" The tall one said.
"I'm...I'm sorry" Nadine muttered, clutching at her phone.
"Look what she wore to a party, and you expect her to know how to drive?" The one at the back said, and they laughed out.
"You think you're going to church? What's with the gown?" The third one said, snapping her pictures.
"Stop it" Nadine covered her eyes.
"Aren't you Ixora's friend? The most fashionable girl in ILC, but you as her friend you're dressed like this? You should be jailed" the tall one said again, still snapping her pictures.
"I'm gonna post on the blog with the caption... Deaconess Nicole Clemson, and I'll tag you" he said.
"Stop it!" Nadine tried snatching the phone, but they pushed her, and she fell. Her palms peeled, and her phone fell with a cracked screen.
Kelsey and Serena who're also just coming met them there, and they joined the scene.
Thanks to Kelsey's water-resistant makeover, Serena's face looks normal.
"If the pure Ixora's friend, I hate her as much as I hate Ixora herself, and what the shit is she wearing" Kelsey sneered in ridicule.
"Ixora isn't here, she could take a little hit" Serena said with malice.
The guys were still laughing and snapping pictures of Nadine on the ground when Serena knocked Nadine's head with her knuckles.
Nadine began crying.
And it was that same time Konstantin stepped out of the hideaway.
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Monty is busy with her blog videos.
She's on her skateboard, controlling her drone around the compound as she captured the party, leaving everything live on her blog and pages.
At the same time, she's looking around for any sign of Bronx.
She only has to get her hands on that bastard, and she'd crush him.
She was still on her videography slash hunting mission when she suddenly felt eyes on herself.
Like she's being watched.
She turned around, but she saw nobody, but her body went on high alert afterwards.
Is it the cult members? They can't possibly enter this compound? Can they?
Not like she's scared, but being caught unawares is ugly.
She left that area and went to the other side where she set her drone down, taking a break from videography.
But then...she felt a full presence this time, not just eyes.
She swiftly turned, only to see the motherfûcker she has been looking for, standing there with that red face.
Bronx.
"Peek-a-boo" he winked, then he twisted around and began leaving.
"You f+ckin lizard!!!" She yelled, running after him like tsunami.
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[Capetown]
Inside the bedroom, Ixora is on her seat right now.
Warren is also seated in front of her, and in their middle, there are two scrabble game boards.
Ixora eventually dropped the gun earlier, deciding to go the easy way.
She suggested a game of scrabble, and if she wins, he'd leave her for tonight.
If he wins, he's free to do whatever the hell he wants.
But one thing is for sure, she's never gonna lose.
When she went lost at the Mill at young age, the boy she met there had thought her scrabble, and since then, she has become a champion, so she has so much expectations.
The words on her own board is MOTH, and as simple as it looks as a four lettered word, it's so scattered, and that made her nervous a bit.
The words on his own board is FLAME, and the fact that it's one word above her own gave her hope.
Warren's face stayed ironed as Ixora swallowed saliva a bit, and his eyes followed the bobbing of her throat.
"Can I call the shots?" She asked, and he replied with silence which stung.
"I'll start then" she said, getting her hands on the board.
Warren watched her try to rearrange the words for over two minutes before he moved his hand to his own board.
Ixora got more serious and anxious at this point, sweating as she tried to balance her restless fingers.
The faster she shuffled, the farther the words got from each other.
"No no no... please" she begged the board like it's human, standing to her feet when it got so serious.
She pushed the letters around nervously.
Meanwhile, Warren's second elbow is on his knee while he used just one hand to push his board letters
He already set two letters, and despite the fact that he's intentionally going slow, his hands are good.
He doesn't have to try, he's the jack of all trades. There's no game—board or card, that's beyond his mind.
Soon, he pushed the fourth letter in place, and he was about to locate the last one when the earbud in his ear beeped green.
"Your target just arrived in her hotel room" an automatic voice said.
"I won! I did it!!" Ixora's voice followed, and his eyes went to her board to see she has really finished setting the words.
MOTH.
"I won, right? You can't change your mind! I won't!!!!" She screamed, jumping over the table and around the room.
She totally forgot she's not wearing a br+ as her ti+s are jumping with her, together with her hair.
Warren stood, looking like he was expecting this, and he indeed expected it.
Tonight is for his target, not for Ixora at all.
He spared Ixora who's still jumping around the room a quick glance, then he began exiting the room.
Ixora stopped jumping, arranging her hair with her fingers as she p+nted, watching him walk to the door.
It suddenly felt like the liveliness got drained from this room too—the chaos, it's fun.
Warren opened the door and was about to step out—away from her night, but then she rushed over to pull him back...by a small part of his shirt, using her fingertip.
He turned back, and she looked up, slowly before gathering courage to speak.
"Don't go yet, one more round...please"
TBC
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