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On Your Knees, Don

On Your Knees, Don

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Chapter 1 A WARNING

Word Count: 1131    |    Released on: 14/01/2025

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of dread as we go in, but my desire to learn t

here, Irma?" Mary quizzes in a

my thoughts, beseeching me not to give up on this mission. My eyes fail to pick up anythi

o weeks ago. She was the last of the thirty females to be victimized by the uni

to the core to even whisper the monster's name even in their sleep.

y," I say, still restlessly cr

ing here even when you know that no single soul is

I believe she put it just right...they don't want to talk

red to hell the minute you bring up this issue. On

ere every day and getting nothing at the end of it. Why don't you reroute your

home if she does not want to help me, but I restrain myse

ed anything, as f

truggle so much as a male figure perch

were you." My ears are tickled by

e at our

ve bore any fruits. I was only allowed to speak to some futile security fools who were just but a total waste of time. And now, the m

that he s

sole connection among these disappearances is that none of the victims come from prominent families. They come fro

b, she placed her last call informing me that she was being hunted. Her line was cut before she could finish what

you, Don Emilio!" I remark bluntly because his facial

same about you." He responds i

in his ugly eyes and his cold countenance. It's lik

Don, why so much detest?" I quer

lub is beginning to piss me off, young woman. I came to offer you your first and last drink in my club. Don't come back

on. The club is open to all, right? So, why forbid only me from coming here? Are you sc

uthority to determine who is and is not permitted entry. And I say that you are not

to fuel my search. My hunch cannot be wrong. It probably is no coincidence that my sister was right here when she made that cal

refused to spare me even a second. But today you didn't even

. I offered you the best help that I could, though. If it wasn't e

my sister at stake here and

prove me right, Mr. Don Emilio. I don't see why my presence would bother you if you are n

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On Your Knees, Don
On Your Knees, Don
“"You are a cold-blooded psycho! Get your filthy, bloodstained hands off me!" Through clenched teeth, Irma shrieked as she battled to liberate herself from the man's barbarous hold. His eyes were a refulgent inferno. They held an insidious fire of lust as they thrived deeper into her debilitated ones. "How flattering!" The man sneered, and Irma froze. A ripple of both ice and fire skint in her nerves at the man's vexatious riposte. Before she could amass any little bravery left in her, the man spoke again in a hoarse tremor, erupting a chill down her spinal tube. "But if you don't watch your sweet, dirty mouth, you snoopy, pesky brat, my third leg will shut it for you! Or maybe," he wavered, and fixed his dangerous, lascivious gazes on hers, gently stroking her hair as if petting his sweet, wild pet, "that is what you want, little dove?" A freelance journalist, flaming with ardent desires to unveil the secrets behind the series of mysterious disappearances happening in the city. Her hunch points her to the dark underworld of the mafia, and unfortunately, she crashes into LUCCA DE'MATTHEW-the other name for terror! Their encounter will evoke a catastrophe that only they can solve. But how, if their mere beingness is a menace to each other?”