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Raika
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- Joined
- Apr 20, 2012
Zafir stood above the leader of the Bloodhounds, a single jade triumphant eye glaring down at the bodies of his former boss and his closest retainer, things had taken for the worse when they’d been ambushed due to one of his own men leaking the information, but in the end it’d been Zafir’s little faction that had come out on top, though the casualties they’d taken in exchange weren’t easily brushed off. Several of his closest friends lay amongst the deceased and Zafir himself had most likely lost an eye, the fragments of a shattered blade still clinging on angrily to the skin under his eyes.
Closing his other eye and offering a silent prayer to his fallen comrades, grimacing as facial movement caused a fresh wave of hot surging pain to course through his body. He looked around at the survivors, motioning with his hand to get their fallen comrades out of the carpet of death before they moved to complete the finishing touches.
Wrinkling his nose as the smell of gasoline filled the room, Zafir allowed one of the younger gang members, a stunning girl with short blond hair apply first aid to his wounds. The fragments of metal sticking to his face being painstaking pulled out one by one, the pain would have been unbearable for most but Zafir sat quietly, unmoving until the finishing touches were done.
“1 hour” he ordered stoically, before brushing the girl away, and turning away. “Plunder and destroy whatever you want, but we pull out in sixty” he ordered, several men nodded their heads in approval, some of which had already started to check the secluded manor for any valuables before the gang torched the estate and fled back into the night.
Taking a deep breath Zafir turned his head, confidently walking in a straight line towards what at first seemed like a common bookcase. It’d be the second time he passed through here, the first time being when he was ordered to assist his ex-boss hold down a young girl as the fat lard of a man violated her innocence. A page in his own life that he wished he could destroy, he’d done the next best thing and destroyed the cause of his tainted memory.
Climbing down the stone spiral staircases, he wrinkled his nose once again, the stench on cum and uncleanliness wafting up the passage, if he hadn’t known what lay at the bottom of the stairwell he’d have turned around and never come back.
Several seconds passed before he reached the bottom, steel bars blocking his path, he clicked his tongue in disapproval when he noticed Vega curled up in a corner of the room. Whether she was awake or not he didn’t know, though he’d honestly be surprised if she’d managed to sleep through the screaming and gunshots that had filled the manor over the past half hour. “Miss Vega get up” he ordered coldly, pulling a ring of keys out of his pocket and unlocking the entrance to her cell. He didn’t know if Vega hadn’t heard him, or if she’d simply chosen to ignore him but whichever the case Zafir wasn’t in the best of moods. “I said get up you stupid little slut, do you want to die?” he snapped angrily, his booming voice reverberating off the stone walls.
Closing his other eye and offering a silent prayer to his fallen comrades, grimacing as facial movement caused a fresh wave of hot surging pain to course through his body. He looked around at the survivors, motioning with his hand to get their fallen comrades out of the carpet of death before they moved to complete the finishing touches.
Wrinkling his nose as the smell of gasoline filled the room, Zafir allowed one of the younger gang members, a stunning girl with short blond hair apply first aid to his wounds. The fragments of metal sticking to his face being painstaking pulled out one by one, the pain would have been unbearable for most but Zafir sat quietly, unmoving until the finishing touches were done.
“1 hour” he ordered stoically, before brushing the girl away, and turning away. “Plunder and destroy whatever you want, but we pull out in sixty” he ordered, several men nodded their heads in approval, some of which had already started to check the secluded manor for any valuables before the gang torched the estate and fled back into the night.
Taking a deep breath Zafir turned his head, confidently walking in a straight line towards what at first seemed like a common bookcase. It’d be the second time he passed through here, the first time being when he was ordered to assist his ex-boss hold down a young girl as the fat lard of a man violated her innocence. A page in his own life that he wished he could destroy, he’d done the next best thing and destroyed the cause of his tainted memory.
Climbing down the stone spiral staircases, he wrinkled his nose once again, the stench on cum and uncleanliness wafting up the passage, if he hadn’t known what lay at the bottom of the stairwell he’d have turned around and never come back.
Several seconds passed before he reached the bottom, steel bars blocking his path, he clicked his tongue in disapproval when he noticed Vega curled up in a corner of the room. Whether she was awake or not he didn’t know, though he’d honestly be surprised if she’d managed to sleep through the screaming and gunshots that had filled the manor over the past half hour. “Miss Vega get up” he ordered coldly, pulling a ring of keys out of his pocket and unlocking the entrance to her cell. He didn’t know if Vega hadn’t heard him, or if she’d simply chosen to ignore him but whichever the case Zafir wasn’t in the best of moods. “I said get up you stupid little slut, do you want to die?” he snapped angrily, his booming voice reverberating off the stone walls.
