😈𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐑
𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐂𝐘🩸
(The Reign Of Monsters)
𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑴𝑬: 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝑮𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔
Written By, 𝐀𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧_𝐀𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞
𖣘𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟓𖣘
{𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐒}
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In the spacious lounge, everyone remained
engrossed in their activities. Flame, the group’s
tech savant, was intensely focused on her
computer, dissecting intricate details. Across
the room, Nevio, their sharpshooter, carefully
examined an array of firearms displayed on a
table.
“Dude, isn’t it a tad early for that kind of boner?”
Nevio quipped when Ryder swaggered into the
room, a conspicuous bulge straining against his
leather jeans.
“My ÇOçk knows no curfew” Ryder said, casually
grabbing a bottle of milk from the fridge.
“Have you shifted your attention from the
rookies?” Flame asked.
“I’ve already explored those pu$$¥s; now I’m
after Kendra’s” he replied, downing the milk in
one gulp.
“Has anyone seen my precious baby?” Chase
chimed in, entering the room. He may have been
the quietest among them, but his silent
demeanor concealed a preference for knives
over firearms.
“I hope it’s not that cold sensation I’ve been
sitting on” Nevio remarked.
He turned to check behind him, confirming that
a snake had coiled itself on his chair.
“Holy cow!” he exclaimed, leaping to his feet.
“I’ve been sitting with that hideous thing.”
“Shut your trap! She didn’t give you a bite”
Chase snapped, walking over to the chair and
gingerly collecting the snake in his arms.
“Welcome back to Daddy’s arms” he cooed,
planting a kiss on the serpent.
“You’re insane! Who keeps a snake as a pet?”
Nevio sneered.
“This abnormal being” Chase smirked.
“I swear, if it ever slithers near me again, it’s
toast” he vowed.
“Pick out a nice spot in a cemetery in advance”
Chase responded coolly.
“What’s all the commotion?” Kendra’s
authoritative voice cut through the room as she
entered.
“Hey, Shawty” Ryder purred, licking his lips.
“Who’s the newcomer?” His gaze locked on
Elmira, who seemed nervous.
“She’s Don’s” Kendra replied.
“The new Fuçk girl” Nevio muttered.
“What style is boss giving to you?” Doggy or…?”
Ryder provocatively asked.
“RYDER!!!” The room erupted in protest.
“What!?” he shot back. “I’m just trying to be
friendly.”
“That’s your version of friendly?” Kendra
retorted with a venomous glare.
“It has a different approach with you, Kitty” he
winked, earning a scoff from her.
Elmira remained quiet, her head lowered,
avoiding eye contact with anyone.
Unintentionally, her nervous eyes met Chase’s,
and he returned the gaze with a stoic,
emotionless expression before turning away.
“Why did you bring her here?” Flame questioned,
directing a stern glare at Elmira.
“She’s my student. I’ll be overseeing her training”
Kendra explained.
“Wait, are you saying she’s joining us?” Nevio
questioned.
“Not exactly ‘us,’ but she’ll become like us”
Kendra clarified.
“That’s certainly something new” he mumbled.
“New or unusual?” Flame challenged.
“Can we take turns? You’ll handle mornings, and
I’ll take evenings” Ryder suggested with a sly
grin.
“I’m doing this alone” Kendra declared firmly.
She turned to Elmira and said, “Come with me.
Your training begins now.” Elmira nodded and
followed Kendra out of the room.
“You always know how to turn me on” Ryder
murmured, licking his lips as he watched
Kendra walk away, her figure swaying with each
step.
✮•✮•✮
Gavino descended the grand, winding staircase
with an air of casual grace, his expensive
footwear clicking against the marble steps as
he engaged in what appeared to be an
important conversation on his sleek
smartphone.
Upon reaching the final step, Gavino concluded
his call with a brisk motion, immediately
sensing a significant change in the atmosphere
of the living room. A furrow formed on his brow,
and his eyes widened in disbelief.
“What happened here?” he questioned with an
undertone of anger, his frown deepening as he
took in the new maids, whose uniforms left very
little to the imagination.
Delrico was sprawled across the plush sofa,
holding a remote control and appearing utterly
nonchalant in the face of Gavino’s obvious
displeasure.
With a smirk, he replied, “Thought of changing
the maids” his attention fixed on the television.
“Why on earth would you do that?” Gavino
demanded as his anger mounted.
“They make the best Mõ@ns” he responded.
“You need to hear their voices in bed. I always
thought anime relied on fake voices, but trust
me, these Japanese cuties just shattered that
misconception.”
Gavino’s jaw tightened, and he found himself
momentarily speechless, unable to process the
audacious explanation.
“You changed our maids because of their…
Mõ@ns?” he finally inquired with astonishment.
“Yup!” Delrico replied with a grin.
Gavino, unable to suppress his rising anger,
impulsively hurled his phone toward him. The
device struck its intended target, hitting Delrico
in the back of the head, and eliciting a sharp cry
of pain.
“Ahhh!!!” he winced, clutching the sore spot
where the phone had landed.
“Man, what was that for?”
He sprang up from the couch as Gavino began
to fling his slippers in his direction.
“Have you lost your mind? I know of a good
rehab center I can take you to” he taunted.
“Why don’t you come closer and find out who
should be going there?” Gavino growled.
“Stay away from me, you lunatic!” Delrico
shouted, his voice resonating through the
mansion as he made a hasty retreat up the
majestic staircase, with Gavino in hot pursuit.
✮•✮•✮
Kendra and Elmira arrived at the mob’s training
ground, a vast expanse of gritty earth
surrounded by towering walls that seemed to
stretch endlessly into the sky. Elmira’s eyes
widened as she took in the vast arena, filled
with a confusing jumble of objects and
structures.
“For your warm-up, I want you to run around this
entire space five times with those” she said,
pointing toward a series of enormous, worn-out
tyres scattered across the dusty ground.
“Uh?” Elmira gasped.
“Don’t give me that reaction. This is the least I
give to any starter” Kendra replied firmly.
“I’m not good at running” she mumbled.
“Do you see an Olympic runner’s medal around
my neck?” Kendra asked, her words cutting
through Elmira’s excuses.
“I’ll give you thirty minutes to get it done” she
added as she checked her wristwatch. The
countdown has begun.
Elmira let out a deep sigh and steeled herself for
the challenge. With a hesitant but determined
stride, she made her way to one of the gigantic
tyres, wondering about the trials that lay ahead.
✮𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎’𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌✮
Nevio entered his apartment, still swaying
slightly to the fading echoes of the music in his
ears. But that tranquility was short-lived. In the
dimly lit room, he spotted an unexpected
silhouette perched on his bed, and he flinched
involuntarily.
“Can’t believe you get easily scared” a familiar
voice said, and there she was – Flame, sitting
with her legs crossed, a mischievous grin
playing on her lips.
Nevio’s heart was still racing from the initial
shock. He swiftly removed his headphones,
annoyance, and curiosity mingling in his gaze.
“Why won’t I be freaked out when I wasn’t
expecting anyone?” he replied.
“What are you doing here?”
“I came to check out your collections” she
replied, her gaze now fixed on the eclectic mix
of beautiful designs and artwork that adorned
his space.
“Really?” he raised an eyebrow, still uncertain
about her motives.
“Yeah. What else will I be doing?” Flame said,
taking a step toward the door as if ready to
leave.
With a swift, unexpected movement, Nevio
pulled her back, pinning her to the wall with one
hand.
“No girl steps into my room and leaves the
same way” he smirked playfully.
“I h@të owing debts” she responded huskily and
pulled him closer for a deep kiss.
Nevio lifted her off the ground, their lips locked
together as they stumbled toward the bathroom.
✮𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄✮
Mr. Pedro cautiously entered a room, guided by
his stern-faced bodyguard, Slice. His eyes
darted around the room until they settled on a
young lady sitting on the floor beside a bed. She
wore a pallid expression, feigning indifference
to the arrival of her unexpected guest while her
gaze remained fixed on the outside world visible
through the window.
“Should I interpret that look as evidence that
you’ve learned your lesson?” Mr. Pedro broke
the silence, his voice husky.
“What exactly do you think there is to learn?
That I’m being locked up like an animal?” She
retorted with an icy glare.
He took deliberate steps toward her, his
presence imposing.
“You’re the one who chose this path” he
countered.
“And what have I done to deserve this
treatment?” She shot back.
“So running away from home is the right thing
to do?” Mr. Pedro’s tone grew harsh.
“It’s not as if I had a choice” She rolled her eyes.
“Watch your tone!” he warned, and she gulped,
momentarily silenced.
“Get prepared” Mr. Pedro announced. “You’re
getting married in two weeks.”
“I will never walk down the aisle with a man I
have no feelings for” she stated firmly.
“You will, Leona, and that’s final” he asserted. “A
designer will be here tomorrow to take your
measurements for the gown.”
Mr. Pedro’s demeanor shifted, and he smiled
mischievously.
“Oh, before I forget, here’s your present. You
know how much Daddy loves surprising his little
princess.”
He retrieved a parcel from Slice and tossed it at
her feet. Leona gave it an odd look before
shifting her gaze back to her father.
“Go ahead, open it” he instructed.
She lowered herself to the floor, trembling, and
began to unwrap the package with bated
breath. As she delved into its contents, her heart
raced. The realization hit her like a thunderbolt.
“Surprise!” Mr. Pedro blew a surprise whistle as
she screamed and flung the severed head from
the bag.
In her shock and despair, her leg involuntarily
kicked the bag, spilling various body parts that
belonged to her boyfriend, the guy she had
escaped with. Tears welled in her eyes as she
covered her mouth, unable to fathom the
grotesque sight before her.
“No, no, no!!!” she screamed.
Mr. Pedro, far from showing remorse, observed
her reaction with cold amusement.
“Why the tears? Don’t you love it?” he asked, a
cruel grin stretching across his face.
“You monster!” Leona shouted, lunging at him,
fueled by anger and grief, but Slice blocked her
attack, gripping her tightly.
“I h@të you!” she spat bitterly.
“We’ve always shared a mutual feeling, Sweetie”
he responded with a wicked smile.
“If you ever misbehave again, you will join him”
he pronounced authoritatively, leaving no room
for doubt.
Leona’s heart pounded within her chest, her
silence the only response to her father’s
admonition. She knew all too well what he was
capable of. The memory of her brother, Miguel,
who had crossed their father’s path in defiance,
still haunted her.
“Never forget, nothing comes before family” Mr.
Pedro muttered his favorite words of
manipulation.
Without waiting for a reply from his daughter,
he turned on his heel and headed towards the
door. Leona watched him leave, her gaze
seething with hatred and frustration.
Outside Leona’s room, Mr. Pedro locked the
door with a decisive click. From behind that
locked door, the muffled sounds of her cries
and the occasional clatter of objects crashing to
the ground could be heard. It was a symphony
of despair, a manifestation of the anger and
helplessness that swirled within her.
“On no account should anyone open this door
without my permission” he warned the
bodyguards stationed at the entrance, and they
nodded in agreement.
.
.
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𝐓𝐁𝐂…➪
