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Caution: this is not meant to be pretty or anything of the sort. It is designed to be brutal and disgusting. So please, read, rate, and review at your own risk.
***** From: Dragnor Prophecy: Black Ivy ***** William came to, his entire head aching and sore from where the earlier assailants had hit him with the sap. Everything was black, and it didn't take long for the assassin to realize he was blindfolded. As he attempted to stand up, he found his arms and legs bound to a chair, making moving impossible. As the ringing in his ears came to an end, he could hear the sound of voices talking softly, and men laughing in the room. Between the laughter he could hear a girl whimpering, her cries being muffled by a gag, instantly William recognized the voice as Dina's. "I think the dickhead's awake," he heard one of the men say, while footsteps could be heard against the wooden floor approaching slowly. "Good, at least now I know he can take a hit or two," said another voice. "Would have been a waste of effort if we didn't get to have fun with him before slicing his fucking throat." Again, the men laughed, their voices full of wicked glee. Rough hands grabbed at the blind fold, and instinctively William jerked away. The hands were pulled away quickly, and after hearing a quick growl, the assassin felt the hard knuckles of a fist smash again his jaw. William fell onto his side, the entire chair moved by the force of the blow. The pain was tremendous, and it didn't take long before he could taste the blood in his mouth. After the group of men bellowed with laughter, a deep voice across the room called out, "c'mon boss, don't rough the poor bastard up too much. It's not fair if you get all the fun." The rough hands harshly gripped William and jerked the chair upright once more. This time an object was placed against William's forehead, the square shape and round hole he knew was the business end of a Glock. The assassin didn't panic, but sat still, knowing that if he moved again these people wouldn't hesitate in spreading the contents of his head across the room. He almost smiled, realizing that these captors were bold and couragous, as well they worked with malevolent intent, characteristics the assassin could easily respect. They were merciless killers much like himself, and even though he was their prey he found himself able to respect these men, not because they had captured him, he hated them for that, but because they shared his enthusiasm for death. "Come on, you going to play around, or put a bullet in my head?" William asked, daring the man with the gun to pull the trigger. Suddenly the blind fold was ripped from William's eyes, and with the little amount of light entering the room from a nearby window, he could tell they were still in Dina's apartment. He knew from the placement of the window they were in the bedroom, and even though it was too dark to see much in the room, he guessed they had his girlfriend tied to the bed. In the darkness he could see the figure of the man sitting in front of him, the gun still against his head. The man smirked maliciously and spoke slowly, "sure, I could kill you now, asshole, but what would be the fun in that? I'd rather watch you suffer first, but before we work on you, the boys want to have some fun with that little doll over there on the bed. So sit back and enjoy the show, Mr. Dragnor." After his short speach, the man motioned to another man who was standing near the door, who reached over to the switch on the wall. The light in the center of the ceiling flickered a few times, struggling to come on for a moment before it finally filled the room with a steady glow of pale-yellow light. With a quick examination of the room, the assassin counted up that there were only four assailants in the room, but when his eyes darted to the bed, he spotted Dina, her wrists bound to the bars on the headboard and a strip of cloth wrapped firmly around her jaw and over her mouth, preventing much noise from escaping her lips. Her blouse was completely unbuttoned and only her red lace panties covered her nether regions from sight. Tears of fear streaked down her cheeks as her eyes caught a hold of his, and in an instant William's heart sank as he knew there wasn't anything he could do to save her. Rising from his chair, the man who had been seated in front of William laughed and pistol-whipped the bound assassin. The front sight dug into William's forehead as the gun was brought against his temple in a hard slap, nearly knocking the chair over again. Seeming content that his prey was helpless, the man tossed the Glock onto the dresser just to the right of William and started walking in the direction of the bed. "You touch her and I'll-" William started to shout. The man jerked his head about to glance at the assassin, his voice cutting William off. "You'll do what, sit there and bleed? Don't amuse me, Mr. Dragnor. You're bound to that chair, and not even Houdini himself would be able to escape. So just sit there like a good boy and enjoy the show." William growled loudly, tugging on the ropes violently to give them a test. While he tried to free himself, the man reached down and gripped the red lace around Dina's waist and started to jerk the fabric down her pale legs. She kicked and struggled the best she could, but to no avail as the man tossed the garment onto the floor near William's feet. William hollered again, trying to distract the man. "Leave her alone, you son of a bitch!" "Oh shut up already," the man said with a laugh. "Leave her alone and do what? Next you'll be telling me to let you go. You know the business, Mr. Dragnor. Just like you we kill for a living. The only difference is that we just like to play with our victims first. I find nothing more exciting than watching people squirm just before they die. Anyway, you know the rules of the job, mercy is something that is granted, it's not a right." With that said, the man pulled his belt loose and lowered his pants a little before climbing on top of Dina. William could only watch as the attacker thrust his hips against hers. He heard the muffled scream from Dina as the assailant began to move slowly between her legs. Droplets flowed freely from the eyes of the assassin's girlfriend while her body trembled in fear while the man laid himself out on top of her. His hips continued to vigorously thrust between her thighs, drawning whimpers and cries from Dina's mouth with each movement. He plunged his hips firmly against Dina's nether regions over and over for what felt like hours until his body tensed up and he released himself between her legs. The assassin felt as if his heart was being ripped from his chest as he watched the man's body spasm for a moment before he forced himself off of Dina's slender form. As he stood up, pulling his pants back up and reclasping his belt, he spoke, "Such a good little doll you are. I can see why your boyfriend here is so upset about this. So tight, and so warm, and such a pity he won't be able to experience you again." William growled loudly. His emotions were boiling madly. He was angry at these men for what they were doing to Dina and himself. There was anger at himself for not being able to do anything to stop them. Mixed with the anger that he aimed at himself, was a deep sadness, one that came from being completely helpless. William could feel fear building as well, but pushed it down, embracing a burning rage instead. A rage that he could feel was going to eat him from the inside if he wasn't freed soon. He controlled his emotions the best he could, but the rage occasionally brought a vicious snarl from his throat. All Dina could do was lay there on the bed and cry, the cloth against her mouth muting most of her whimpers. Her body shook with horror as her eyes examined William, who could only sit and watch as the man near the door approached the bed, loosened his pants and crawled on top of Dina. As this man's hips violently collided with her's over and over, the first walked back over to his chair in front of William and sat down. "I'll admit, Mr. Dragnor, you're girlfriend has a wonderful pussy. Probably one of the best fucks I've had in a long time. It's going to be hard to kill her once the boys are done with her," the man spoke with a wicked grin. The current man sprayed himself into Dina and rolled off the bed as one of the other men rushed up to the bed, his pants already down. This one nearly threw himself upon Dina's small figure, eagerly thrusting himself between her legs with such force that it slammed the bars of the headboard against the wall with each push of his hips. As he continued with his energetic thrusts, the girl was crying profusely, struggling as hard as she could to get away from her attackers. The man on top of her let himself go, relieving himself between Dina's pale thighs before getting off the bed. The man in front of William turned as the fourth man readied himself to get upon the bed, then turned back to face the assassin. "Don't worry, it's almost over. I'm sure she's enjoying the fun as much as we are." "You're making a huge mistake," the assassin growled, tearing his eyes away from Dina to give the man a dangerous glare. He laughed again, "and what are you going to do about it? You're tied up, if you don't remember. You going to scream and holler, and hope we give into your pathetic demands? Please, quit amusing me, Mr. Dragnor. At least I'm kind enough to allow your girl some pleasure before you both die." Once the final man spasmed between Dina's legs, the man in front of William stood up, pulling a hunting knife from a sheath on his legs and walked over to the bed. The other three men were busy congratulating each other as the knife was dragged loosely along Dina's skin. He wasn't cutting her, just running the steel edge from her violated nether regions up to her neck slowly. While blade rested upon the girl's tender neck, the man looked back to William and said, "say good bye to one another, but I promise you both that you will be reunited in the afterlife soon." Without a single hesitation, he ran the sharpened blade firmly over Dina's throat, slicing her flesh deep. From ear to ear he cut her, blood spurting from the wound as the man calmly pulled the knife's edge through her neck. As William watched his girlfriend bleed to death on the bed, the rage that had been building since he came to went to an entirely new level. He didn't feel fear at all, instead he only wanted to brutalize the man with the knife in a way that would make it impossible for anyone to visually identify him. William's normally calm rage snapped and became something furious and feirce, like that of a cornered tiger protecting his territory. With Dina's blood splattered upon his face and chest from the crimson squirts exiting her lifeless neck, William worked with renewed vigor against the ropes around his wrists. The man with the knife untied the cloth around Dina's lips and gave the girl a quick kiss before turning back to the assassin who was madly struggling against his restraints. William's eyes were filled with a fiery rage as the man sat back down, picking up the pistol from nearby dresser while he slid the knife back into it's sheath. "So, now it's your turn to-" the man started to say, his voice low and dripping with a malicious hunger. A voice from the other side of the door caught the man off guard as it yelled, "William!" William's eyes went wide, a wicked grin crossing his face as his mind remembered that voice. It was Wren. He didn't know how or why, but she was there, and coming to get him. "You're a dead mother fucker now, even if you kill me," William stated, his voice flowing with a wildly dangerous tone. Before the man could do anything else, the bedroom door flew open, the result of being violently kicked. The other three men stood in shock as submachine gun fire ripped into the room, cutting their lives short long before they went for their own pistols. While they screamed in pain and fell to the ground, Wren, still in her evening gown, charged into the room with an MP5 in her right hand and a Desert Eagle in her left. The man before William stood up quickly, his movement throwing his chair to the ground as he raised the Glock to meet with the intruder. A round from the magnum pistol slammed into his shoulder, throwing the arm with the gun completely off target as Wren unleashed a stream of bullets from the MP5 into the man's legs. Her movements were swift and calculated as she hastily moved over to the man and kicked the pistol from his hand after he fell to the ground in pain. "Stay down, Jimmy, or I'll put a bullet in your head," Wren ordered, her german accent full of anger as she talked. Without saying another word, Wren tossed her weapons to the ground, and kneeled beside William. Her fingers worked nimbly at the ropes that bound his hands, freeing the assassin's arms quickly. He never thanked her, but yanked the ropes off his feet and tossed the chair aside as he stood up, his eyes going to Jimmy in an instant. Wren told him something, but he didn't listen, his mind was focused only on bringing extreme harm to the man on the ground. William's hands clasped Jimmy's shoulders roughly and pulled the man to his feet. In a single, fluid movement, he withdrew the knife from Jimmy's sheath and backed the man against a wall. The assassin placed one of Jimmy's hands against the wall and slammed the knife into his palm, easily going completely through his hand and burying the knife well into the wall. He grabbed the man's other hand, and one at a time bent and twisted each finger until there was a loud snap. Jimmy cried out in pain as the assassin broke the bones in each finger. Pleased that Jimmy wouldn't be able to do anything to escape, William leaned down and picked up the Glock. William began slamming the side of the pistol into the man's face. He wasn't aiming for any particular spot, just hammering the gun into Jimmy's face with a rage and force William had never felt before. Teeth and blood flew from the man's face with each violent hit with the weapon. The assassin continued his assault until blood flowed in a river from nearly every inch of Jimmy's head. Before dropping the Glock, William fired a single round into Jimmy's crotch, splattering the wall with bits and peices of the man's genitals. He was content to leave Jimmy against the wall in pain, but wrenched the knife free from the man's hand and slammed it into Jimmy's gut before the man could fall down. For a while afterwards, he just stood there, pleased with his work as his eyes looked over Jimmy's mutilated body. When Wren finally touched his shoulder, the gentleness of her hand against his body made the assassin jump slightly. "William, I-I'm sorry," she said, her voice low and full of sympathy. He didn't even look at her. Instead walking away from her to the bed. Wren went about collecting her weapons, trying not to watch William as he knelt close to the body of his girlfriend. "Even though you can't hear me, I promise I'll kill everyone connected to what these assholes did to you," spoke William, his voice quiet as he fought back the tears that threatened to flow down his cheeks. He then placed a hand on Dina's naked stomach, closing his eyes before speaking again. "My child, you never had a chance to see the world, but have died as a result of my actions. For this I shall never be able to forgive myself. Someday we will all be together again, but not until I give you and your mother the justice you both deserve. Rest in peace." He placed a tender kiss to Dina's lips then turned slowly from the body of his girlfriend. Wren was waiting for him by the door, and even though she was trying to hide them, he could see the tears on her face. Together they walked through the apartment, William looking around the place a final time as he gathered his leather jacket from the set of hooks near the front door. As they stepped into the hallway outside the apartment, the assassin checked the inside pocket of his jacket, pulling his HK USP out after finding it still there. Wren led the way down the stairs to the building's entrance while William pulled the magazine from his pistol to make sure it was still loaded before placing it back in the gun. William's mind was set on revenge. He was going to find who ever sent those men and bring an unmatched wrath with him. A brief, nasty smirk appeared upon his face, not because of the thought of vengence, but because he had a good idea of who had hired those men to kill Dina and himself. Wren opened the passenger door to her car and waited until William was in to shut the door and step around and enter the Porsche herself. She started the care without hesitation and started driving. The ride was a quiet one, neither of them talked, both lost in their thoughts. William stared out of the window on his side, watching the nighttime scenery roll by as his mind drifted back to Dina. As he remembered her and everything that had happened, a couple of droplets flowed out from his eyes and onto his face. He had been helpless to stop what had happened. In a way he felt as if he had failed her, but he also knew that it was up to him to make things right. The attackers were dead, but he knew he would need to deal with those who had hired them in order to allow himself to feel at peace again. Wren pulled into the massive driveway in front of William's mansion in the hills. He stepped out and started for the door to his house, but stopped when he heard Wren shut the driver's door. William turned around, looking her over quickly. "What are you doing?" William asked quickly, his normally calm voice had become a vicious snarl. "Go home before you die too. This is my battle now, and I won't be held responsible for anyone else dying because of it." "Will, someone needs to make sure you stay alive long enough to fight that battle." Her voice was definate and firm. William sighed heavily, unable to argue with her. Somehow he knew she was right. He had almost been killed once, and would need Wren's help if he wanted to get his revenge for what had happened to Dina. "Alright, but when the time comes, stay out of my way," William said before turning back to the house and flinging the door open. Wren nodded before she followed him into the mansion, her footsteps light and gentle against the marble floor as she politely closed to the door behind her. She watched as he headed into the study and grabbed the bottle of bourbon from his desk, tossing the cap to the floor before taking mighty pull from the bottle. When he walked into the den and flopped onto the couch, Wren left him alone, her feet carrying her into the kitchen. She returned to the den a while later with a damp washcloth in her right hand. "William, I'm sorry," said Wren quietly with a soothing tone. "If I had arrived sooner-" William cut her off with a quick sideways glance. "If you had arrived sooner. If I had been able to free myself. There are many ifs Wren. None of them happened, and Dina and the unborn child in her womb were both taken from me. We can't change what happened, but we can bring a wrath of vengence upon those responsible for their deaths." "I didn't know she was pregnant. I-I," Wren studdered quickly before a brief pause, trying to think of the right thing to say. "I'm so sorry Will. Sorry, I can't imagine what you're going through, but I'm sorry for what happened." "We just found out last week," William told her flatly before taking another drink from the bottle. "What happened is more my fault than anyone else's, so quit blaming yourself." Wren sighed grievously, "Let's get you cleaned up first, then we'll focus on righting what has been done." She sat down softly next to William, gently bringing the wet cloth to his face. As she moved the hot, damp washcloth across his forehead, removing the blood from his skin, he set the bottle of bourbon on the nearby end table. Wren carefully cleaned the deep cut he had obtained when hit with the Glock, her delicate fingers running the wet cloth over the wound. It took a while, especially since Wren was taking her time, but William held still until the woman felt his face was clean enough. Once she was done, Wren tossed the blood-soaked cloth onto the end table with the bottle before resting her head on William's shoulder. "We'll worry about the clothes in the morning," Wren started to say, "but for now you just need some rest, trust me." Without a single word, William suddenly wrapped his arms gently around her sides. Holding Wren close to him out of his need to just have someone near him. William sighed again, once more fighting back tears as he rested with Wren against him. Her body was warm and soft, and even though he never had any feelings for her, he enjoyed having her there in his arms. It took a while, but eventually William drifted to sleep, comforted by the presence of Wren as he fell into the world of dreams and nightmares. ***** From: Dragnor Prophecy: Black Ivy ***** I warned you this wasn't a beautiful piece. It is meant to disgust and upset the reader. If the events offended anyone, then it did it's job. If you finished it, please rate and review it, tell me if anything needs to be changed or fixed. Also in your review, let me know how it made you feel.
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