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Ending Part 1 - You'd Better Run
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Valeria rushed down the alley, looking for a fire escape or any way to quickly get to the rooftop. Roman watched her for a few seconds. Then, he leaned over and grasped the front of the man’s shirt to pull him into the air.
With one powerful blow, he knocked the man unconscious and let him collapse back to the brick pavement. Squatting down, he slid one arm under his limp form and stood back up. With a slight tossing motion, he pulled him over one shoulder and started walking down the alley into the darkness.
A dark van was parked down the street, not far from the predatory man’s Mercedes. Roman reached into his pocket and triggered the key fob. Opening the rear doors, he casually tossed the man inside and slammed them back shut. He got into the driver’s seat and slowly drove away. He knew Valeria could handle herself and would catch up with him later.
The van wound its way through city streets, avoiding the freeways. After several twists and turns, he turned onto a highway leading out of the urban sprawl and twisting up into the foothills of the surrounding forest with the northern mountain range in the distance.
Eventually, he exited the highway and onto a private road leading back into the dark woods. His destination was one only the Family knew well, and few others dared explore. The unfortunate ones who rarely did were never seen again.
He coasted into the long circular driveway before coming to a stop. Turning off the ignition, he went to the back of the van to take the cargo out. The man was stirring and beginning to mumble, so Roman thumped him again to put a stop to it.
Heaving the limp body over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, he walked around the house to the side entrance shrouded in dense vines. At his touch, the door opened, and he slipped inside.
The interior was paneled in dark wood with thick rugs on the wooden floors that muffled his footsteps. A few cozy lamps lit the hallways and rooms. His kind didn’t need much light.
Roman triggered a hidden pressure switch, keyed in a code on the heavy door revealed by a sliding panel, and descended a long, twisting stairway that lead into the regions below the massive house. None of this was on the original blueprints for the building or plans with the local government.
He could feel the deep bass of the music below before he heard anything. The party was already in full swing. Well, he liked to show up fashionably late anyway. Valeria would be even later, but no one would dare point that out to her.
At the bottom, the stairwell widened and opened into a large cavern. The space was filled with comfortable armchairs, couches, divans, low beds, and thick rugs that cushioned the thick wooden floor set on the rocky surface underneath. Dozens of couples were scattered around and lounging in various states of euphoria and sensual coupling. An unmistakable rhythm of sexual energy and primal aromas permeated the room, bringing a throbbing tingle and twitch to Roman’s loins. When the Family played, it was almost impossible to resist joining.
A rock band was playing at one end near a small dance floor where couples danced and twisted their bodies together in an irresistible erotic rhythm. Flickering lanterns and wall-mounted sconces give the room a surreal red ambiance. Roman wished Valeria was here already. He felt his need for her rising.
He dumped the man’s limp body into a nearby armchair and propped him up. Leaving him alone for a few minutes, he walked to the bar against one wall and got a drink and a glass of water. Returning to him, he splashed the water across his florid face.
Charles sputtered and floundered, sitting up straight in the chair and wiping the water out of his eyes. It took him a few minutes to process where he was and who was standing nearby.
“You! You son of a bitch, what did you do to me? Where am I? Do you know who I am, you stupid fucker!?”
Roman laughed and took a sip of his drink. “Oh, I know exactly who you are, Charles Brusk, real estate mogul. Worth $23.4M. Son of another evil man, Wilford Brusk. Guilty of at least two dozen rapes and six murders that we know of. The police may be corrupt, bumbling fools, but we are not. Yes, Chucky, I know who you are.”
The blood drained from the man’s face. “What do you want? I can give you anything.”
“This? Can you give me a life like this forever?” Roman gestured at the couples writhing on a nearby couch and rolling around on a deep rug next to them.
The man stared at the nearby couples. A curvy redhead was lying on top of a muscular man pinned underneath her. His arms were wrapped underneath her thick thighs, and pulling her bubble butt down against his mouth. His head twisted back and forth as his tongue explored her pussy, thrusting into her and making her shake with pleasure.
She grasped his thick cock in one hand and took him into her mouth. Her head bobbed in time with his thrusting tongue, sucking him deeper and deeper until he bucked his hips into the air and buried himself in her throat. She engulfed him fully and let the shaft pump in and out of her glistening lips.
The soft cries coming from the couch drew their attention. A lean woman was face down on the leather with her ass in the air. The blonde man behind her had his strong hands on her hips and pulled her back hard to meet his thrusts. He pumped his long, stiff cock into her over and over again. Her body shook with the power of his hips and she moaned as he buried himself to the hilt inside her dripping pussy.
Charles was watching wide-eyed with his mouth open. Dozens of couples were fucking all around them, some in pairs and some in threesomes. It was a scene beyond his wildest twisted fantasies.
Roman smiled and said, “Nice, huh? We do enjoy our parties. But unlike what you do, everything here is completely consensual. Knowing you, I’m sure you’re enjoying the show, but I have some bad news.”
Charles tore his eyes from the orgy and turned to look at Roman. “Wait… What?” he asked.
“You’re not here for the fucking. You’re here to be the food.”
The man twisted away and tried to get up from the chair to run, but Roman’s steel grasp caught him within seconds and pulled him back. His shrieking soon turned into muffled screams, and then he was silent.
The band played on.
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