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As a child, parents would read them a bedtime stories before they go to sleep. Stories that were filled with rainbows and flying unicorns would accompany the child in their journey to the dream world. Their sleeps were filled with bright, sweet dreams and away from nightmare.
However, it’s not just the nightmare that was blocked off.
Bedtime stories and fairy tales we were fed with as children had blinded us from the truth on living. It was never all bright and sparkly. There was never a happily ever after and there are times where the world can be the ‘un’-fairest of them all. Life has the bumpiest roads and trees bearing poison apples that changed the value of humanity in a person.
All innocence were lost as we grow up. Real life is a territory of feral animals and wild alphas fighting to rule over another. Wild boars hogging on the money gained from the poor. Monkeys feeding off of herbs that clouds the minds from normal thinking. The weak ones will have to scavenge of the scraps made by those who were on top, questioning the alphas position -
Though, as disgusting as life can be, it can be rewarding to some…
******
“You look like a doll.”
Alucard looked away, his face a bright shade of pink. His fingers played with the hem of his sleeves. Nervously fidgeting as he stood there in the middle of the room, in front of a man. Alucard looked up and face the man old enough to be his father, or grandfather. His eyes went down to his huge middle from all those days drinking beer and those messy, thinning, grey hair.
The man rubbed his stubbled double chin as he studied Alucard up and down. Alucard couldn’t read what was going on in his eyes thanks to the light bouncing off his glasses. The man stretched out one arm, and beckoned him to come forward. “Come sit on my, lap.”
“Okay…” He said softly with a sweet smile. He sauntered, rolling his hips as well. Alucard slowly sat down, rubbing his sides on the man’s front. He felt those meaty hands wrapping around his waist. He felt those fingers pressing onto him. It went lower and lower to his crotch.
Alucard sucked a sharp breath as the man fondled with his manhood through his pants. The man’s lips were on the skin of his neck, ghosting around and sending his sensors to go crazy. Alucard held back his moans and heard how the man groans.
It sounded disgusting but he’ll do anything for money.
But his lips stretched into a smile. “You must be so lonely, huh?” Alucard whispered. His hand ghosting the man’s jaw. He rolled his hips and felt the bulge becoming big. Alucard turned around to kiss the man. Deep down, he wanted to hurl for kissing a very old man. His hands went down to the man’s zipper and pulled it down.
“You want me to make you feel better.” Alucard batted his eyelashes. His hands popped open the button and pulled out the man’s dick. “That’s why you’re here. That’s why you came to me. Don’t worry, daddy. I’ll make you feel good.”
“You wanna suck daddy’s dick so bad?”
“Yes, daddy.” He said, quickly wrapping his lips around the man’s dick. The man groaned as Alucard started sucking, hollowing his cheeks and making the most obscenic sounds that echoed in the dark room. His slenders fingers rubbed the shaft and played with his client’s balls. He went deeper until the tip hit the back of his throat. He tried not to gag.
The man groaned. His hands went to grab a fistful of the hooker’s hair. He guided the younger man and fucking his mouth. Alucard moaned and the vibration sent a wave of pleasure to the man. He felt the dick in his mouth growing big and tasted the saltiness of the precum. He sucked harder and moved his hands faster. The man groaned loudly and breathed heavily at the intense sexual pleasure coursing through his body.
“I’m gonna come.” The man grunted. Alucard narrowed his eyes before pulling out. He went to unzip his own pants and pulled it off along with his underwear. His back was turned to the man. Alucard looked behind his shoulder, looking at the man from underneath his lashes. The man was staring at his exposed ass.
Alucard walked over to man and pushed him to lie on the bed. “Can I ride your dick? I really want you inside me.”
“You want my dick so bad, huh?” Before the man could say anything, his breath was stuck in his throat as Alucard lowered himself on the dick. The hooker himself held his breath as the penis penetrated his asshole. He pushed himself lower and felt the dick stretching him open. A soft moan came out of his lips as the penis was fully inserted inside.
“Ohhh…” He moaned as he pulled himself up and sat back down. Rolling his hips and fucking the dick, Alucard closed his eyes and unintentionally listened to the man’s groans beneath him. The squealching sounds echoed in the room along with pleasured groans and loud moans.
The man rubbed his hands on his hips and going up to play with his nipples. Alucard bit his lips in an attempt to hold his moans but it came out in a high pitched whining sound. The man sat up and held his hips to thrust hard against him.
“Oh, daddy! Harder!”
“You like that, baby?”
“Yes, daddy.” He moaned. “Faster please. I wanna come. I want you to fill me up.”
The man grinned. “That can be arranged.” He held Alucard close as he thrusted faster and harder. Alucard’s soft moans turned into screams of ecstacy as he held on the man’s shoulders tightly. His body shook with each thrust and it awaken every sensory nerves in his body.
“Mr…I’m gonna…”
Alucard’s eyes blown wide as hot seeds filled him up and his jaw dropped in a silent scream of pleasure. His fingers dug deep into his client’s back and the man himself held on to his hips tightly. Probably will leave marks there.
The young man was moved to lie on the bed. Alucard lifted his head and watched his client pulling his pants up. The man caught him staring and smirked. He pulled his wallet from his coat and pulled out three yellow notes. “100 BP per night, right?”
Alucard was too tired to say anything, so he just nodded. The man left the money at the foot of the bed and left without another word. Alucard was left alone in the dark with a stinging pain in his ass. He turned his head to look at the glowing moon in the dark sky. He sighed and forced himself to sit up.
Alucard winced as he stood up. He pressed his palm on his aching lower back as he waddled to the window. The curtains were closed and the room was flooded in pitch black. After all those years spent in that dark basement in his past, Alucard had got used to the dark and his eyes could see perfectly fine. He made his way easily to the bathroom to take a shower.
The dirty clothes were peeled off and thrown to the bathroom floor. Alucard turned on the cold water of the shower and stepped inside. His skin was rejuvenated from the coldness of the water raining on him. It reminded him deeply of the time he spent many hours just standing in the rain. Then, his father would call for him to get inside.
His father…
“Were you even one?” Alucard grumbled. He washed the seed out of his ass and cleaned his body with shampoo and body wash. He cringed at the cloudy water along with some bright pink going into the drain. After turning off the shower, Alucard snatched the towel and dried himself before stepping out of the shower. His eyes caught his own reflection in the mirror.
He looks so thin. He could see his own ribcage in the mirror. Pale skin from the many days he stayed indoor. There were dark shadows under his eyes and his cheeks were slightly sunken. His eyes looked dull as if he was looking at a dead man. Alucard sighed, wrapping the towel around his waist and walked out of the bathroom.
There were noises outside as he padded around, getting his clothes from the wardrobe. Gusion is probably home. He thought to himself. Alucard slipped on a loose grey shirt and a pair of shorts. He brushed his silver hair and exited his bedroom. The apartment was small, so when he opened the door, he was already facing the living room and the small kitchen.
Gusion was lying on the couch, reading a book. He heard the door open and looked up. “Hey, Alu,” He said before going back to his book. Alucard slowly walked over to him. He placed his arms on the back of the couch and peered down.
“What’re you reading?”
Gusion shrugged. “Just something Claude brought for me.”
Alucard raised a brow. “He brought it for you, huh?” He questioned. Alucard knew well about Gusion and his partner Claude. Alucard had been suspicious of Claude the moment Gusion once first shown him a photo of him. The teenager was so head over heels for the brunette delinquent, Alucard didn’t have the heart to ruin their relationship.
Gusion turned his head when he noticed Alucard was no longer there. He sat up and saw his roommate in the kitchen. “Dinner at this hour?”
Alucard scoffed. “Don’t make fun of my appetite.” He said in a teasing tone. Gusion hummed. He placed his book on the coffee table and stood up. He walked to the kitchen and sat down.
“What?”
“Nothing,” Gusion rested his head on his palm. “I’m just bored. You have any idea what we should do?” He whined.
Alucard smiled and walked around to mess with the younger man’s hair. Gusion made a face and gently swat the hand away. “Why not watch tv?”
Gusion sighed. “There’s nothing good on tv.” He muttered. Alucard hummed and turned to the box beside the tv. He walked over and opened the box. Inside, were many cases of DVD of movies they had rented. Most of them were nearing their deadline. Alucard mentally reminded himself to return these soon.
“Here’s some movies. I have to return them soon, though.” Alucard closed the box. He turned to the clock. “The shop’s still open at this hour. Wanna see what’s hot? And if you don’t want the ones we already have, I can return them to the shop.”
Gusion looked at the box. “I watched those more than 5 times. I think I remember every line of the script.” He stood up from his seat. “I haven’t been out today. Let’s go to the movie shop, then.”
Alucard huffed a laugh. “Fine, let me get ready. Give me a few minutes.”
******
The dark, musky scented basement was silent except for the heavy breathing. In the middle, underneath the only light source, was a person sat on a wooden chair. The hands were pulled to the back and tied with a thick rope. It was impossible to try and unwound the bindings. A sack was covering the person’s face. The body was glistening with sweat, dirt and blood from the opened, infected wounds.
The door to the basement was opened and it made the person flinched. Heavy footsteps echoed off the walls as the mysterious newcomer descended. There was a clinking of something metallic. It gave off a dread filled feeling inside the victim.
“P-Please…” The person pleaded. He knew very well who was standing in front of him. “Let me go. I won’t tell anyone.”
His kidnapper said nothing. The victim swallowed at the sound of something metal against metal, like a scraping knife. Was his end coming near? After all those torture he had inflicted, is death finally coming to welcome him? He had forgotten for how long he had been here but none of that matters now.
The sack was finally pulled off. The man coughed and choked in his greedy attempt to suck back all the oxygen. He was blinded at first by the light but soon his vision adjusted and he saw a pair of shoes in front of him. He slowly looked up and his eyes met with a pair of ruby ones.
“Martis, please…”
“Shhh….” Martis placed one finger on the man’s lips. “Don’t worry. It’s all over now. You can go and meet your dead wife.”
The man’s next words were drowned in a sickening gurgle as his throat was sliced. A waterfall of crimson blood gushed out of the open wound. Martis leaned back against the table with his arms crossed. His cold eyes watched as his victim struggled to live and fell limp a minute later. He waited for a few more minutes just to make sure his prey was truly dead.
The man turned around and grabbed the gloves. He slid them on and moved his fingers. Martis even put on an apron as to cover his clothes from the blood splatter. He went behind the corpse and untied the bindings. The dead body fell limp on the ground. Martis grabbed a saw and knelt down.
He watched the jagged blade of the saw cutting through the skin and flesh. He had to push it down a bit when he hit the bones. Though it was not as hard since he was cutting the body on the joints. Martis placed the dismembered arm beside him and proceed to the other one. The blood pooled underneath the body as more limbs were dismembered.
Martis held the head in his hands and looked down. The eyes were closed as a twisted form of being in a deep sleep. Martis placed the head down and stood up. He placed his tools aside for cleaning and went to pick up the trash bag. Each body part was placed in one trash bag. Martis tied the bag and threw them on a pile.
His hands went behind him and untie the strings of his apron. Martis went to the sink he had built in the basement to wash his hands after every kill. This underground cavern had witnessed many murders and bodies being cut up into various tiny pieces. The screams it contained within its walls. The suffering and fear trapped inside.
Martis carried the trash bags upstairs to the garage. He opened the cover of his truck and placed the bags on the cargo bed. He pulled the tonneau to cover the back. Martis went back to the basement, not forgetting to grab a bottle of hydrogen peroxide he had kept in the storage room.
After cleaning the mess he had made, Martis went back upstairs. He snatched his keys from the bowl and grabbed his coat. The ignition was turned on and Martis waited for a few minutes before pulling out of the garage and into the driveway. There was hardly anyone out at this hour. Besides, his neighbourhood was the quietest with the least population.
Martis rolled down the window and lit himself a cigarette. He blew the smoke after inhaling on it. The cold air hit his face from the opened window. The road was empty save for the occasional cars passing by. The pick up truck went into a small path that led into the dense forest. People usually use this path to go to the lake but Martis had other intentions.
He stopped the truck when he was far from the main road. The cigarette was balanced between his lips as he climbed off the truck. He walked to the back and opened the tonneau. Martis put on his gloves before grabbing the bags. He placed the bag down before going to pick up his shovel.
Martis took a final long drag before flicking the butt away. The shovel pierced the earth and dug deep before scooping a pile of dirt. The dirt was thrown aside and the cycle continued. Martis continued digging until he was knee deep into the ground. The large man grabbed the bags and threw them into the pit he had made. Martis pulled himself up and went to cover the hole.
He spotted a flash of light. His hands held tightly on the handle of the shovel as he waited to swing it at anyone who came close to him. Martis waited and came out of the bushes was a man twice his age. The man seemed to be a guard patrolling the area.
“What’re you doing here late at night?”
Martis stood up straight with a smile. He had long finished burying the body just in time to engage in some mindless conversation. “Oh nothing,” Martis shrugged. “Just burying some old memories.”