Twin Tormentors By RARE

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BACK IN DARK WOODS

RAQUEL POV

wwFLASHBACK

I had just left the gym and was on my way to the east wing where my bedroom was. I rounded the corner and my mind drifted back to my lady. Although sometimes she made me want to scream because of how brainless she got, I liked her a lot. I mean just a few days back the mines nearly split her open, and I had just told her not to go into Dark WoodsShe was a very good person, sweet, very kind and so warm. Being around her never made me feel left out and I felt more comfortable with her than any of the girls here in Dark Woods. As a hard clodhopper who only knew how to hold a riffle and burst someone’s brain from at least 3km away, I never really clicked with the models and bikinis and martinis. I was gung ho punk and preferred my things a little way too tight.

My lady never made me feel left out or ridiculed me for things I loved. She never, even for a second, made me feel like I needed to be someone around her. She was just so welcoming.

I grew up in the Familia after my parents just vanished into thin air overnight. That day is still fresh in my memory, I knew it intimately. I was only 5 at the time. I remember waking up in a very silent house, which was not how it was. My house was always a ruckus, a battlefield kind of noise with my mom singing and my dad joining in with his deep voice. They always cracked me up every time. After that, my dad would go away to work with his briefcase, leaving my mom and me behind, and then come back in the evening with a rose for mom, and candy for me. We were a happy family.

That morning, I was woken up by the eerie deafening silence and padded downstairs to find a big man dressed in black. He was so big, I remember looking like an ant beside his mountainous body. He had smiled at me and said:

“Mommy and daddy told me to come and take you to your new school.” He had informed and coaxed me with dolls and unicorns until he left my house with me. The sight of new dolls and barbies was so enchanting and captivating to the mind of the 5-year-old. I left with the man who took me to a big castle, there he told me that I was a princess. I believed him. I remember arriving inside the castle and finding other princesses, who were just as excited as I was. We were each taken to our rooms, fed, and clothed. The days of living like a princess went on and on until one day, one big man arrived and gave us guns!

Since his arrival, we said goodbye to the old princess days. Then welcomed dark days of hellish training

The girls were divided into small groups, each taken to a different kind of sector. I was taken t o the mercenaries and boy did I outshine my peers. When I reached 10, I knew everything

there is to know about guns. I slept on them, I ate with them. I was a gun by myself. My very first mission was when I was 14. I was sent to shoot some rich ass guy in his hotel room for a good distance from the hotel building. I remember being on the rooftop with my riffle, with the ‘Big Man’ standing behind me, just watching. I remember being so calm when I pulled the trigger and then watched as the bullet busted through the skull of my target, spilling his brains.

He took me with him wherever he went to. By the age of 17, I was his lapdog. Attending to his ‘needs’ and doing everything that pleased him. He grew on me and became the reason why I lived. Pleasing him and getting credit from him was all that mattered. I became sharper with him around, more steady and untouchable. That only pulled me closer and closer to him. The power he pulled with just a raise of his hand always left me bewildered. Although he was just the right

Besides the fire all night long, in his room, his body had slid on top of mine, wet and hot, muscles rippling as he slowly yet firmly thrust into me, taking his time to explore my body. I remember screaming his name as a very foreign rush of excitement tore through me, my mind going blank from such a beguiling feeling of having him between my legs, inside m e, his hot breath caressing the side of my neck. Since that day, he had tattooed his name on

paused in the hallway, making me very aware of the

making me very aware of how aroused I was. He hadn’t even

his cologne engulfing my sense of smell and knocking the air from out of me, I felt so light-headed yet so horny to even think straight. I licked my lips and stared up at his face, a bit

you thinking of baby girl?” His gentle voice called out yet again, causing me to blush an embarrassing shade of

breasts brushing against

He said something and raised his hand, then

eyes following every movement

assignment for you. Will you do it for me, baby girl?” He asked

against me. Although we had clothes between our bodies, I could feel him, from head

He asked digging his

my mouth and sucked on it. He rewarded me with a loud rumbling growl that

in his, then let me to his quarters. His

reminded me of that

the spraying water. The feeling of his wet skin against mine made everything so full of meaning. After that, he took me

me and trailed his finger on my flat

in shock. I just stood there and looked at him like he had grown an

thinking. I didn’t know the assignment he was talking about was my lady. I couldn’t kill her. She was the

SS

be hard to do that. The security and… the bosses, they…” I rattled trying to find something that would convince

not going to kill her. I will do the job myself.” He

“But…”