SURVIVOR: Ghost – Bodyguard Series (S01 • E23)🩸🔞

[Adewole Olayiwola Kelvin]

SURVIVOR: Ghost – Bodyguard Series (S01 • E23)🩸🔞

By:- Adewole Kelvin

“SAVAGE INTENSITY”

Marissa’s pov

Marissa: AHHH… AHHH… MHMM—MMMM—MMMM…
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Loic: Look at you—so wet just from the way I move inside you.

He commented in a moanful voice, something I didn’t expect he’d ever talk about. I didn’t want him to feel like I was actually enjoying it, but I didn’t know why I was truly taken by the pleasure of him going back and forth inside wildly. It didn’t hurt like I thought it would. Instead… I craved more. As much as I hate to say it, he was right. And he was so good at it. He pressed me into the chair, holding my shoulder tight this time, hitting all my sensitive spots in a fast rhythm. Even the glans of his s***t nudged my cervix, sending waves of shock that mixed pain and pleasure so intensely I couldn’t tell which was which. The sensations swirled into something overwhelming. My sensitive walls throbbed, I couldn’t stop myself from reacting. It was like my body had a mind of its own, hungering for more thrusts like it was starving. And he gave them to me, hard and deep, slamming into me again and again, more than I even thought I could crave. I shivered all over, and I felt myself dripping profusely.

As pleasured as I felt, I couldn’t help but wonder where he inherited this strength to bonk a woman like this. My legs trembled, his c**k feeling thick, hard, and impossibly big inside me. I didn’t think it’s going soft anytime soon. He bonked me unrelentingly, his pelvis hitting my buttocks with a steady rhythm that produced loud, plump smacking sounds ‘SMACK, SMACK, SMACK’. Sweat soaked my body, making it hard to breathe in the position I was in. Then, despite his relentless thrusts, my p***y suddenly queefed, loud farting sounds escaped it. It was the first time I’d ever heard that happen during s*x. But it didn’t stop him. He kept sliding in and out, moving his hips vigorously, slamming against my a*s with such force that the couch beneath us shook. It even started to squeak from the pressure. Now I understood why the housemaid felt herself, no one had ever bonked her the way he did. His thrusts were truly satisfying and intense enough to make anyone feel confident.

Aside from Miguel, no one had ever bonked me like this. Miguel knew my most sensitive spots, not just how to thrust, but how to make me feel wanted, needed, fully satisfied. With Miguel, my body could erupt into orgasm a hundred times in a minute before he even started ramming. But this bastard man… the way he’s thrusting in and out of me now, I’ve already come. The pressure, the release, it’s already happened. And what brought me there wasn’t just his rhythm… it was his wild, thick girth rubbing and dragging against my walls, slamming so deep and so fast that he kept crashing into my G-spot again and again, stretching me to the edge. I couldn’t think straight anymore. My body was trembling, squealing, building up so high I didn’t even know whether to stop him or beg for more. I moaned out loud, too loud, loud enough to wake the housemaid from her passed-out state. God, she might be awake right now… watching us. God, what am I doing?

Despite the tension and friction, I still found myself pushing my butt back for more, craving every thrust. He continued to plough into me, gripping my waist tightly back, his hands sliding over my cheeks, rubbing and squeezing them. The more he moved, the louder my moans became, each one tearing from my throat as my face twisted in pleasure. I twitched around his girths, clenching hard, allowing him to fully dominate me with his monstrous thrusts, which I shamelessly enjoyed second by second. I couldn’t even tell how long we’d been going at it like that, but it was lasting much longer than I expected. The overwhelming pleasure was beginning to blur into soreness. I could hear his grunts and his breathing, ragged and rough, growing louder. I could also feel his orgasm squelching out of my p***y, reaching all the way to my perineum and splashing up toward my anus from his relentless, fast thrusts.

In that moment, I groaned loudly as I approached my third orgasm. I found myself hungrier than ever for his thrusts, more than any he’d given me before. And still, he didn’t stop. The pleasure built inside me like a storm, surging through my body. My head began to feel light, my vision turned hazy, and my walls quivered, pulsing with every motion. I twitched around him uncontrollably, and then let out a groan so loud it felt like I was in a labor room. At the same time, I could feel his phallus throbbing inside me. His thrusts grew even faster, rougher. The way he groaned and gripped my waist like he might break me told me he was close too. Our bodies smacked together rhythmically, like a drumbeat that wouldn’t stop.

Marissa: Hah… Hah… Hnnnngh!
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Loic: Uhhhnn—ohh f**k!!

Within minutes, I came hard on him, quivering around his phallus, toes curling involuntarily, heels shaking, eyes rolling back, and teeth sinking into the couch like I wanted to tear it apart. My vision blurred, and my head felt light. And then, in that exact moment, he stopped thrusting and buried himself deep, pressing his glan against my cervix. A jolt of pleasure surged through me, electric and satisfying, sending a cold chill down my spine. I arched my back instinctively as he released inside me. I felt the warmth of his semen flooding me. I couldn’t believe I’d let him finish inside, just as he wanted. But even if I’d tried to stop him, I couldn’t. I was already too far gone, completely lost in the moment. When he finally pulled out, a thick gush of our release trickled out of me. My poony quivered, and my legs which trembled, gradually calming down after the intense orgasm. I let out one last quiet grunt, breathing heavily, chest rising and collapsing with the aftershocks.

In that moment, I knew I had made the biggest mistake of my life, as the feelings once masked by pleasure came flooding back, consuming me over what had just happened between us. Especially the way my body had responded to his recent thrusts, the moans he drew from me with those sensual, monstrous touches. It was a forbidden thing, something that should never have happened, even if he wasn’t truly my father. But to me, he was my father. He had always been. The one who raised me like I was his own daughter, despite all the dark sides he had shown me. It felt as if my body had been possessed… and now, unpossessed after the coitus ended. And with that came a crushing wave of guilt, for how my body had reacted, and even more so for the pain and heartbreak of realizing he could do that to me without the slightest hint of remorse or guilt. Whether I was his child or not, he had no right to do that to me. And then, he spanked my a*s. Hard. The sting sizzled across my skin just as he sat back in the chair, gasping and laughing in satisfaction, leaving me there still tied in that position without a care in the world.

Loic: Hahaha! That was one hell of a f**k. God, that thing of yours almost drove me completely insane, I nearly lost my balance. So this is what Miguel has been enjoying all this time, ever since I handed you over to him as a masterpiece, just until I finish paying back the money I lent from him. F**k, I’ve been blinded by playing the fatherly role for too long to realize you’re nothing in this family. All the money I spent on you to get you where you are today, gone for nothing. And it’s not like I’ve gained anything from you since I raised your miserable life, except headaches and regret. Well… maybe, except for the dream I’ll achieve through you. Oh, look at that fresh c**t of yours, how the cums is still dripping profusely. I must’ve gone too wild. I bet Miguel hasn’t fucked you the way I just did to your miserable life, has he? Ungrateful child!

As he said that, I gritted my teeth in anger and silence. The feelings of guilt, shame, pain, betrayal, and heartbreak were now swirling and turning into rage, burning through my chest and creating dark thoughts in my head, because to me, he was already a dead man. I didn’t care if he was my father or not. Besides, he’s not. But first, there was one thing that really mattered to me: breaking free from the belt he’d used to tie my hands behind my back. I twisted my wrists slowly, trying to loosen it. Then I heard a sound, the beep of a notification. I knew it wasn’t mine; it was his phone. I was too familiar with the sounds of my own to be mistaken. Then he spoke to me as my backsides remained turned to him, as I laid on my side right on the couch. He pulled it out of his baggy shorts, and though I faced away, I could still see him from the corner of my eye.

Loic: Let’s just hope it’s the news that your criminal lover is finally dead.

As he checked, he suddenly began to laugh, but there was something off about it. It sounded cynical, the kind of laugh that sent a cold chill down my spine, even in my silent state of anger. My heart began to thud fast in my chest, praying it wasn’t what I was thinking. But then, what truly startled me was what he said next.

Loic: Hahahahaha! I knew the one I hired would never disappoint me. He really took his time and blew that motherfucker’s brains out.

Then he suddenly crawled up my body, pressing his pelvis against my butt. I could feel his soft manhood, still wet and slippery. Then, he held the phone to my face, speaking coldly as he showed me the screen. At first, I looked away in anger, but he said something that made me snap my eyes back to the screen.

Loic: See, the man you’re in love with is dead like the goat he was… No, a goat is better—he died like a mistake finally corrected by death.

Shocked by what I saw on the screen, a gaping hole in Miguel’s head, his brain spilled out, and his tongue hanging from the side of his lips, I groaned, shaking my head, disturbed by the image on the phone.

Marissa: No, no, no, no, no!
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Loic: Death finally corrected the mistake. So now that he’s dead, tell me—what’re you going to do?
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Marissa: Arrghh! I’m going to kill you!

I snarled, completely forgetting who he was to me. Gritting my teeth, I moved my face toward his, aiming straight for him, almost biting his nose off, as I stared him dead in the eyes and twisted my body, struggling to break free from the belt tied around my wrists behind me. Then I spat in his face and said.

Marissa: You’ll pay for this!
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Loic: (He rubs his face and snorts) You know what’s funny about you? You really wanna hear it? It’s how you can be furious and still melt under me like nothing happened. You claimed you love that criminal of yours, but your body was just begging for me seconds ago. Pathetic. Maybe I’ll pay for this, maybe I won’t, but we’ll see soon enough when you’re squirming and dripping again, m*****g my name this time during round two.
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Marissa: Arrghh

I snarled at him under my breath, gritting my teeth in anger. I couldn’t believe he had actually gotten Miguel killed by the sniper he hired. Even in that state of rage, I couldn’t help but wonder: what is wrong with me? This is the same man who turned me into the heartless person I am today. All the killings, the bloodshed, he’s the one behind it, even if the true mastermind is the man I call father. I should be happy that I’m finally leaving his life.

Aside from that, he’s the reason behind the pain, bloodshed, and deadly violence affecting many citizens in Canada today, caused by the dangerous gang organization he built. Even young people has been lured with promises of benefits and advantages if they become members. Many young lives have been destroyed because of his organization, not to mention the countless deaths and injuries, all in the name of those so-called benefits.

There were times I visited his organization, and I was shocked by the teenagers affiliated with it. The life they lived wasn’t a good one. Honestly, if he ended up dead, it would be deserved, many people had died or been secretly injured because of him. I loved him, yeah… but deep down, I knew he didn’t love me back. Not really. Maybe he just loved my hourglass body. That was all it ever was, just s*x. Like I was nothing more than a container for his orgasms. And the craziest part? I didn’t hate it. I enjoyed every bit of it. His sensual touch… but especially the way it felt and fit when he was inside me, that long, slim seven-inch c**k. We could go at it five times a day, and every time, he drove me insane. It always ended the same way: with pleasure… and then the pills.

As much as I honestly enjoyed it, deep down, I still want a man who loves me for who I am. But Miguel never seemed to care about that. There was nothing more to our relationship than just s*x, so why should I care if he’s dead or not? Instead, I should even be happy that I’m finally leaving his life for good. But the truth is, I can’t shake off the concern I feel for him. I don’t know why I feel this way, maybe it’s because of how much I loved him. It surprises me that I’m foolishly in love with someone who might not truly care about me.

But the image of his death I saw looked so horrible, it had an immediate effect on me. I couldn’t stop replaying it in my head, anger consuming me and making me struggle to break free with deadly precision. I gritted my teeth and frowned with a look of death that I hoped would frighten the bastard father away from continuing his sexual harassment. My body isn’t just a tool for his selfish release… not even for someone like him.

I kept struggling against him like that, even spitting on his face three times to stop him from turning me over for his own pleasure, as I lay on my side on the couch chair. But his strength at that moment was beyond anything I could match. He pulled my waist with force and grabbed my legs to position them properly in a d***y-style stance. It was as if my resistance only fueled him, and he said it remorselessly.

Loic: Don’t worry, honey, you’re going to enjoy this one too.

Despite all my struggles to break free and stop him, he managed to position me on the couch chair in d***y style, with my chest and face buried and pressed against the chair, his hands violently holding the sides of my face. My chest began to thud rapidly again, and my breath quickened. I shot a sideways glance and cursed under my breath. God, I can’t let this happen to me again, especially since he won the struggle between us.

Marissa: F**k you! F**k you!
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Loic: Okay, dear! Just know, it’s you that’s about to get fucked.

As soon as he said it, he entered me with full force in a violent thrust that made me groan loudly and squirm. Hot tears welled up in my eyes, spilling down my nose and onto the couch as I clenched my eyes shut.

Marissa: Ahhhh!!!

He didn’t stop. He impatiently and forcefully began ramming into me again, his thrusts rough and fast, as he slammed his pelvis against my backside in a relentless rhythm, satisfying only himself, thinking he was bringing me pleasure. But in that moment, all I felt was soreness. The pleasure had long disappeared, replaced by pain, as if my v****a would tear from the force and speed of his thrusts. God, it felt like it was slowly killing me, as he’s thrusting inside me. My walls stretched painfully, raw and tender from the violence of his thrusts. Each movement sent jolts of agony that made my toes curl. Sharp pain spread through me as everything he had said to me flooded back into my mind, along with the haunting image of Miguel’s corpse I’d seen on the phone.

Omni-pov

Meanwhile, as Loic forced himself inside Marissa in the living room, his waist moving and pelvis slamming against her backside vigorously, Marissa’s body jerked uncontrollably. Her tearful, twitching face slowly shifted into a deadened stare. In stark contrast, inside the Gardener’s apartment, the heavy bass of DJ Khaled (feat. T-Pain, Ludacris, Snoop Dogg & Rick Ross) “All I Do Is Win”, echoed from a large MP3 speaker on a small shelf. Piper danced in the bathroom, stark n***d, singing along with the song. Her waist gyrated rhythmically, her b*****s bouncing with each movement, her wet colorful hair stuck to her back as she used the showerhead as a microphone, excitedly and mindlessly lost in the moment.

Piper: (grinning, singing loudly) ♪♪ All I do is win, win, win, no matter what! ♪♪ Whoa!

Lost in the moment, she didn’t notice when a pink bathing soap accidentally fell behind her from where the gardener usually kept it. She began jumping up excitedly, her thighs clasped and her back arched to the side as she landed, singing mindlessly, completely unaware of the fallen soap. For several minutes, she continued dancing in different styles, gyrating her waist rhythmically.

As she continued, the MP3 speaker suddenly turned off, and the noisy place became quiet and peaceful. She stopped dancing and singing shortly after. The excitement on her face was clearly replaced by disappointment as she hung the showerhead back in its place, speaking in a childish manner…

Piper: WAAT? Oh, come on. Not now.

As she said that, she opened the bathroom door without stepping out, one hand on the handle. She peered through and scanned the room for a few fleeting seconds before adding to her statement with a question, still in her childish, caring tone. Her eyes fixed on the gardener, whose severed p***s had now been shoved into his mouth. He still lay dead on the bed, in the same position as when he was killed.

Piper: There’s light, yes. There’s no one else in the house, yes. So wha–? (sighs) I know I killed you… but tell me you didn’t switch off the MP3, Jake. Did you?

As she asked, no reply came from the gardener. His body didn’t move, no breath, no twitch. He just lay there on the bed in unending silence. Piper blinked twice, like a doll, her brows raised briefly before she said and rolled her eyes.

Piper: Ugh, f**k it! Whatever.

Then she locked the door, picked up the soap from the tiled bathroom floor, and turned on the shower. Water poured down on her quickly, drawing a soft gasp and smile from her lips. As it flowed over her milky skin, she began rubbing her body, starting from her hair, then gliding down her frame. The sound of the water hitting her skin and splashing onto the tiles echoed sharply, ‘TAH, TAH, TAH, TAH’, like a soft warning in the silence.

A few minutes later, she stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a short pink towel that barely covered her intimate areas let alone her thighs. She turned sharply and faced a mirror hanging on the wall near the bathroom. Mindlessly, she removed the towel, rubbing and brushing her colorful hair, leaving her body n***d from the face down to her toned midsection, which was reflected in the mirror.

She tilted her head to the side with a small smile, her round b*****s subtly shifting with the movement, their curves visible between her cleavage. As she carefully dried her hair with the towel, her firm buttocks faced the dead gardener lying on the bed. Water still clung to parts of her skin, trickling down onto the floor.

Piper: Oh, look at beautiful me. Come on, give your gorgeous twin Piper a kiss!

She soliloquized, puckering her lips and planting a kiss on her reflection in the mirror. The shape and print of her lips remained clearly visible on the glass. After drying her hair with the towel, she tossed it onto the bed beside the gardener’s corpse and moved sharply toward her clothes scattered on the floor a few feet away and picked them up. Picking them up, she placed them on the bed and slipped into her G-string panties and her red jacket over her round-neck top. Then, lifting her blue distressed bum blue skirt above her head, she shook her head in ignorant disgust, sighing at the sight of the gardener’s dried orgasm stains on the fabric.

Piper: Gross! Stained with sperm… Ugh, no!

She tossed it aside and headed toward the walk-in wardrobe, flicking through the clothes inside. For a few seconds, none of them seemed to catch her interest, until her dissatisfied expression suddenly lit up with satisfaction. Her eyes had landed on a dark leather hot pant, folded beneath a few other shorts that belonged to the gardener. Drawn to it, she immediately picked it up, held it above her face for a brief inspection, then began rubbing it against her cheek and sniffing it, her face beaming.

Piper: Hm! Cheek charmer, I’m wearing you soon, baby!

As soon as she said that, she slipped into the hot pants, followed by her heels. Then, she attached her holster to the pants, her axes secured inside. She styled her hair into pigtails before checking her reflection in the mirror, striking several poses and doing a full 360-degree turn with her hands on her hips and her lips puckered.

Piper: Time for me to go. Bye, beautiful twin Piper, and bye, dead Jake. Sleep tight. Nice f*****g you, by the way. Yeah, that was actually a nice f**k, baby — but now, you’re a dead baby. Oops, Hahaha!

She blurted out and waved at herself in the mirror, then at the gardener’s corpse, before walking out of the apartment, laughing. Laughing, she stretched, arching her back, her laughter fading into a big smile, then adjusted her jacket and walked off, swaying her hips side to side in her signature catwalk. She left the gardener’s apartment far behind, emerging from the side of the house to the front, and headed straight for the steps, slipping on her gloves.

She climbed the steps, and as soon as she reached the entrance of the house, she paused her in her walk and properly adjusted her gloves. Suddenly, she stopped, alerted by a sharp sound of agony. Quietly, she stepped closer to the door, her ear prickling up as she eavesdropped on what was happening inside, grasping her axe from the holsters. Grasping her axe from the holster, she began to hear continuous smacking sounds followed by another agonized voice. She immediately sensed something bad was going on, especially from the voice of agony she just heard. It was enough to tell her something was wrong. Yet, the voice sounded familiar, like someone being hurt, and she trusted her instincts that it was her boss.

In that moment, she kicked the door open with deadly precision, shocked and stunned by the sight of Loic p******g Marissa in d***y style. His waist moved rough and fast, aggressively thrusting into her, especially how he pressed her face tightly against the couch, her hands tied behind her back. There was something off about them. Then she noticed the tears sharply welling in Marissa’s eyes—something her own boss had never done before. She had never seen her cry like that, so tearful and broken.

Meanwhile, Loic’s waist moved with each thrust, his butt cheeks tightening with every rough, fast, and aggressive movement. His jaw clenched tight with a satisfying, cynical smile as his pelvis slammed vigorously into Marissa’s backside, making her body j**k intensely. She caught it all in a fleeting second, fully comprehending the brutal scene before her.

Besides, as much as she knew she was crazy, she also knew that the sight of a father copulating with his daughter was deeply wrong, something she believed her boss would never willingly allow. That alone convinced her that Loic has been raping his own boss in her absence. What shocked her even more was that Loic didn’t stop. He kept ramming her fearlessly and grunting, completely unfazed by own sudden presence. Rage flared within her, and without hesitation, she pulled out one of her axe.

Piper: GET THE HELL OFF MY BOSS!!

She shouted with a fierce voice, eyes flashing with a deadly glare as she gripped her axe tightly, ready to hurl it at him. Unbothered, Loic yanked Marissa’s head up by her hair, tilting her face upward. With his other hand, he rubbed her round buttocks with his palm, which trembled involuntarily, her entire body twitching along with a strained, tear-streaked face. It was clear she wasn’t comfortable, but he kept thrusting from behind as their flesh collided each other producing ‘SMACK, SMACK, SMACK’ sounds, still responding with wild, shameless aggression.

Loic: I like your confidence, and it’s real nice of you to command me like that, with no damn regard, expecting me to just get the hell away from your boss like that? I see you’ve lost your senses. Maybe a little reminder will knock some sense back into you, and help you remember your place in this house. You see, she might be your boss… but she’s my damn daughter. You don’t own her, I do. I’ll do whatever the hell I want with her, you crazy bastard. Now get the f**k out the way you came before I make you regret it. And when you do, don’t bother waiting around. She won’t be needing you anymore. Get lost, dog!

As soon as he finished his statement, Marissa managed to slam her butts hard into his pelvis, despite the monstrous thrusts he was delivering. The impact had an immediate effect on her too; she let out a sharp, painful squeal as her face twisted in discomfort. The sudden jolt had forced his swollen glans to grind brutally against her cervix, making her body tense up from the shock. Loic staggered on his knees behind her, frozen mid-thrust from the pain, surging up to his mid-section.

Before he could recover, Marissa raised her right leg and kicked backward with all her strength, her heel smashing into his groin. He let out a raw, guttural yelp and stumbled off the couch, collapsing to the floor as he clutched his groin in excruciating pain. Meanwhile, Marissa dropped face-first onto the cushions, gasping, her body trembling as she fought to break free.

Loic: Ahh, you f*****g bitch… you’re dead. I swear to God — you’re dead

With pain surging through him, he managed to grasp the half-empty bottle on the table where he had left it. Mindlessly, he raised it to strike Marissa on the head. Her face froze in shock, eyes widening in fear as he lifted the bottle with violent fury. Seeing the danger he was about to unleash, Piper seized the moment. She spun her axe in her hand and hurled it with deadly precision. It sliced through the air and pierced his neck from the side, just before he could bring the bottle down. The bottle flipped from Loic’s hand to the ground and shattered with a loud noise, as he staggered backward, clutching his hand to his neck where he had been pierced with the axe

Within a matter of seconds, blood began to ooze profusely from his neck and mouth, trickling down and soaking his sleeveless shirt. He staggered and slowly fell to his knees, tilting his head back as he struggled for breath, his hands clutching the axe. Piper, meanwhile, mindlessly rushed to untie Marissa’s hands after hurling the axe at him, freeing Marissa, who immediately leaped from the chair and wore her trouser. Blinded by rage, Marissa pushed Piper aside, nearly making her lose balance, then kicked Loic in the chest with a grimace, knocking him flat to the ground. She snarled at Loic, who helplessly stretched his hands upward toward her with the other hand clutching the axe in his neck, hoping for aid, as his breath began to slow down.

Marissa: Now, who’s dead? Because to me, you’re already as good as gone, nothing but a ghost of a man. (She shakes her head in bitter anger) I swear, I’m going to make your life a never-ending hell. You’ll pay for every damn thing you did, you filthy bastard, the man I once had the nerve to call father. And that’s something I regret every single day. But thank you… thank you for finally opening my eyes. Because now, what I’m about to do to you, it’ll be more brutal, more painful than anything you’ve ever put me through. A pain so deep, you’ll still be carrying it, even when you get to the afterlife. I promise you that, you bastard f**k.

As she snarled, she raised her leg and began to drive the axe deeper into his neck with her foot, aimless, restless, yet with deadly precision. His blood splattered everywhere.

Marissa: That’s for Miguel, you hired a sniper to kill and took from me!

As she said that, Piper’s eyes widened in shock, her mouth slowly parting, yet deep down, a great wave of satisfaction swelled within her as she watched Marissa unleash her vengeance on Loic, especially the way she moved, violent, dangerous, and without a shred of pity.

Marissa: And this is for RAPING ME!!

Marissa added, as she continued hitting him on the same spot, more violently and with even less pity, her body trembling with each impatient strike. It was fast and rough, fueled completely by rage. With each strike, the axe cut deeper into his neck, slicing it open, blood splattering and gushing from his mouth and especially from the wound. He had been dead since the second hit, long gone, but that didn’t stop her. She kept going at it until she delivered one final, heavy strike to the axe lodged in his neck, letting out a loud grunt.

Marissa: Arrghh! Go to hell!!

The last hit cracked his neck halfway open, leaving it slightly bent. Then she stopped, flicking her hair behind her ear, sweating and panting, her eyes fixed on him, legs slightly apart. In that moment, tears began to well in her eyes. She covered her mouth, took a few steps back, and slowly sat on the couch, unable to take her eyes off the horrific sight of Loic, his neck half decapitated, blood staining the floor around him. After the deed, a wave of regret surged through her for what she had done. She tried to hold back the tears, confused by the sudden guilt, especially since he was the same man who had made her go through hell, the same man who had turned her into someone numb, someone without human feelings. All because of him.

Yet, she didn’t feel the same relief, satisfaction, or twisted joy she’d felt after killing Camellia and her friends in cold blood. What made this different, what brought that sudden gush of pain and regret, was the fact that this was the same man who once took her in and raised her like his own, after she’d been dumped as a baby by the roadside by a mother she never knew. If she looked past the terrible things he had done to her, the horror he became… there was still that part of her that remembered how he once cared. It was as if she’d been possessed when she carried out the violent act of killing him. And now that it was over, her eyes were clear.

As much as she tried to hold back her tears, she couldn’t help herself — she teared up, choking up, the veins clearly visible on her forehead as pain and regret surged through her. This completely stunned Piper on the spot; she stood in disbelief. She didn’t want to believe, or even accept, that Marissa, her boss, was honestly weeping over Loic’s death after the deed, especially knowing how joyous and pleasured she always seemed whenever she did something harmful or life-taking like that. Even though she knew he was her father, though she didn’t yet know he wasn’t her biological father, it still came as a shock. As taken aback as she was, watching her boss break down into tears like that moved her. Moved by Marissa’s state of mind, she stepped closer and tried to console her, but what Marissa did next outraged and startled her.

Marissa: (spoke out of rage) You dare touch me? Are you insane? I may not own your life, but I own you, and I could just snap your neck and toss your body aside like filth. You’re nothing but a pain, a disappointment, and a disgrace in the a*s. NOTHING. (Shaking her head in bitter anger) You brought me pain, Piper. You’re the reason why all this happened to me… and to him. (Looks at Loic’s corpse) Yes, I may have finished him off, because he killed Miguel and raped me. But it doesn’t change the fact that I knew him as a father. Even though he confessed he wasn’t truly my father, at least he was the one who raised me. I knew him as a father, even if he played the role the wrong way. It was his greed, his lust, his obsession with power that got him killed. (Looks fiercely at Piper) And that’s all thanks to you. You are a disgrace and a disappointment. Because if you were with me… all this might not have happened. You good-for-nothing bodyguard. Where the f**k were you when I needed you most? Huh? Is this really the right time to show up, dragging that useless weight of yours into this house, after he was done molesting me? Raping me? Well, I hope you’re happy now… seeing your boss like this, aren’t you?…
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Piper: (bowing her head, voice shaky) What?… No, boss… I swear, I was… I was trying… I didn’t know he’d…
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Marissa: (snaps, voice rising like thunder) Are you insane?! Daring to talk back when I’m speaking?! Then where the hell were you, you bastard f**k?! Okay. I get it. I told you earlier to think about what you wanted from me, and I meant it. But is that the excuse you’re giving me now, meat mangler’s mother? (Scoffs, eyes blazing) F**k! If I told you to take your time, did that mean you should use a damn decade to think about it? I see now. He was right. I should’ve hired someone better, not some crazy dog that abandons her master when it matters most! (Voice cracks, venom lacing every word) You know what? F**k off. Just f**k off, and you are…

In that moment, she paused her statement as they both got alerted by a sudden crash from the laundry room, a sharp, breaking noise, especially Piper, whose gaze snapped quickly in that direction the moment she heard it, prompting her to grip her second axe from the holster. Marissa, who had a better idea of what might’ve caused the noise, spoke out with a commanding, serious tone, her face tightening into a grimace.

Marissa: Kill that bitch in the laundry room. And you’re FIRED!

Her statement left Piper gasping and shocked, as Marissa rubbed the tears off her face intently, zipped her trouser properly, and got up from the chair. The sight of Marissa’s facial expression alone said it all, how badly she had fucked things up, especially for not being there when Marissa needed her most. Piper felt her pain to the core, even though she wasn’t the kind of person who usually felt sorry for anyone. Yet for Marissa, she understood. She felt it.

For whatever reason, she thought it would be worth it if Marissa fired her. But deep down, she’d have preferred if Marissa just told her to take a break. They had been through too much together to break apart now. To Piper, Marissa was the only one who had ever truly cared for her, understood her, regardless of her craziness. And it would hurt deeply if they were to part ways now.

As Marissa brushed her hair back with her hand and walked past her, Piper suddenly wrapped her arms tightly around her from behind, pressing her cheek gently against Marissa’s back. The gesture stopped Marissa in her tracks, leaving her stunned, she hadn’t expected it. But unbeknownst to her, Piper quickly slipped a small tracker into Marissa’s pocket. That wasn’t her true intention, though. As she held her with eyes closed and arms tight around her, it was clear, she meant the embrace. She clung to her as if she never wanted to let go.

Piper: Yes, I know I screwed up, I screwed up, and I screwed up, Boss… It was all my fault this happened. I take full responsibility, and I feel guilty for it. God, I feel so stupid… I shouldn’t have left your side for any reason, especially when my job is to protect you 24/7. I’m sorry… I swear I’ll always stay by your side to protect you, even if it costs me my last breath. Please… just give me one more chance to prove myself. One more time…

Piper blurted regretfully, still embracing her, hoping for a second chance from Marissa, who closed her eyes and tilted her face down, contemplating everything she had just heard. Her words and actions nearly moved Marissa to tears. But then, she let out a sigh and responded, not with anger, but with a soft tone and a grimaced look.

Marissa: I’d really like to, but… sorry, Piper. You’ve risked and done enough for me. It’s not easy, putting your life on the line for someone else, and I truly appreciate everything you’ve done for me. I want you to know… I’m not mad at you anymore. I swear. But I’m done with this life. Miguel, my love, is dead. There’s nothing left for me in his mansion or on that territory, except maybe some clothes. So, you too… live your life however you want. And, don’t see this as punishment. See me firing you as a gift, an early retirement, not anger. I’ll send your money to your account. Good luck with everything.
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Piper: (pleads) Please… at least let me drive you home.
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Marissa: Tempting, but no.

Marissa disagreed, releasing her arms from her waist and heading toward the door, taking deliberate steps without looking back at her, leaving Piper standing right where she was until she stepped out of the house and shut the door behind her. As soon as she was gone, silence filled the room. Piper remained rooted to the spot, her head hanging low. She slowly pulled out her axe, gripping the handle tightly, tightening her hold even more, ready to hurl it at anything that appeared, without a care in the world in that moment. Just then, the laundry room door creaked open, and Sierra slowly sneaked out, thinking they had already left after hearing the sound of the door close. She believed the coast was clear and didn’t notice Piper standing there, until Piper’s attention snapped toward her, eyes locked in Sierra’s direction.

In that moment, Sierra gently closed the laundry door, then turned around and looked up, only to meet Piper’s murderous gaze and gritted teeth. Startled by the fierce look, she swallowed hard. Fueled by rage, Piper hurled the axe at her with deadly intent. The axe spun through the air and pierced Sierra’s chest deeply, instantly soaking her maid uniform with blood. The impact made Sierra stumble backward, slamming her back hard against the door. Her hands trembled as she slowly grasped the axe lodged in her chest. But that wasn’t enough, Piper swiftly grabbed the axe stuck in Loic’s broken neck and, with agile fury, leapt over the couch to confront Sierra.

Piper pinned Sierra’s neck against the door and began hacking at her with the axe, tearing into her flesh with savage intensity, showing no mercy. Blood burst from her face, oozing out as her left eyeball flew from its socket, rolling to the floor. Piper continued hacking at every part of Sierra’s body, mutilating her face beyond recognition. Blood sprayed wildly from the deep wounds, splattering the walls, floor, and even Piper’s face. After relentless strikes, Piper finally released her grip. Sierra collapsed slowly to her knees, brutally mutilated and long dead. Piper stalked to her, grabbed her by the hair, tilted her head back, and pressed the axe against her neck. With a snarl, she slit Sierra’s throat open. Blood gushed out as the poor woman succumbed to the wound. Piper panted heavily, chest rising and falling, eyes locked onto her corpse and the profuse blood leaking from her onto the floor.

In that moment, she heard a car engine echoing outside, believing it was Marissa driving away. She wiped the blood dripping from her axes and cleaned them on Sierra’s body before walking. Just then, she noticed Marissa’s phone on the floor beside the couch. With a cold expression, she picked it up, only to find the screen completely shattered. She stepped out of the mansion and watched Marissa’s car speed off until it disappeared from sight. Then, she pulled out her own phone from her jacket pocket and scrolled through it. A red location pin pulsed on a digital map displayed on the screen, a reminder of the tracking device she’d planted in Marissa’s trouser. Just then, her eyes landed on a big power bike parked beside a luxurious Hummer jeep. The sight of it brought a faint smile to her otherwise cold face.

Before long, the roar of the power bike’s engine filled the air as Piper sat on it, riding with a stealthy gaze and her hand fixed firmly on the handle, turning it with increasing speed that made her hair blow backward on the way.

Tbc…

Hello, Readers…. I know this story turned out longer than I expected, but I just had to pour all my imagination into this episode…. It even went beyond the word count I planned to end with, but I guess sometimes you just have to follow your heart and write whatever comes to it…. The reason I mention this is so we can focus on other scenes too…. Also, sorry for the delay…. Expect a new chapter in about 4 days because I really want to take my time and not rush things…. Nevertheless, please share your impressions of this chapter in the comments section…. It truly matters to me…. Thank you….

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