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Hey, I Ruin Stories! Chapter 1
🕑 Added 2024-04-19 14:50:18 +0000 UTCChapter 1: Fulfillment
``No one even knows how hard life was
I don't even think about it now because
I finally found you
Oh, sing it to me``
“Sir, we are close by.”
``Now my life is sweet like cinnamon
Like a fucking dream I'm living in
Baby, love me 'cause I'm playing on the radio.``
“She said we are close.”
"Did she now?" His cocky smile remained unseen by her.
The olive hair had her dark eyes covered, stuck to her face from the sweat.
“Y-Yeah.” She barely said, coughing. “We are.”
The man’s smile was poised, despite the situation inside the limousine.
“Then you better hurry up, love.” Saying this, he threw his head back and a groan left his mouth as a comforting and warm sensation ran through his body.
“I-I will.” And the girl did just that, her gagging sounds hidden behind the echoing voice of Lana Del Rey’s song. “So, shut up and enjoy “
The man chuckled before going back to enjoying the full sensation.
The alluring song of the radio, the sweet smell around the closed place and the warm and soft sensation around his cock.
He enjoyed it all.
Placing his hand over the olive beauty’s head, he bobbed her head, pushing his cock deeper into her throat.
Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, nearly choking on the cock that filled her entire throat.
“Gah!” She pulled back, her hair still stuck to her face, nearly hiding her electric blue eyes. “N-Not so rough.”
But the man didn't listen, his hand softly moved over her hair, caressing her before pushing her mouth back over his cock.
“We are running late, darling.” He said, “If we are not on time, your father will not only have my head chopped off, but yours too.”
The girl shuddered for a moment, but under the soft and caring hands of the man —she forgot about the situation outside the car.
She didn’t care about anything, because she was with the man she loved. She was running away from the world for her happily ever after.
“I am yours,” She said as she bobbed her head as hard as she could —taking in his entire length. “Ywous Owly!”
“Mhh!” The man pushed his head back, jolts of pleasure running through his body as the girl bobbed her head quick and rough.
Her eyes were teary, cheeks stained black from her mascara —but it wasn’t tears of fear or hatred. Instead, she loved it.
The sensation she felt, of pain and pleasure —she lived for it.
She lived for the man.
Her hands slid across his thighs, moving towards his balls.
The man gripped tightly onto the couch with one hand, and with the other he grabbed the woman’s hair.
“Continue, Selene.” He groaned, biting his lips from the pleasure. “Oh, by the devil you are good!”
Her right hand moved skillfully over his balls, as her head bobbed up and down, her gag reflex long lost on his cock.
She had been over his cock multiple times, countless times and not once has she been tired of it. She loved the girth, the length, how full it made her feel and how hard it was.
Her mascara stained face, drowned red laced panties and slipping nipples were proof of her excitement —of her love for the man.
She could not live without him, she could not think of leaving him.
She left her father for him, the same father that was now chasing every trace of her.
“We will be there in twenty minutes, sir!” Came the voice from the smaller radio.
“Keep driving, Lucy!” The man yelled, “Stop talking and keep driving!”
This instantly made the voice go quiet, while the car continued to run.
“And you continue, darling.” He said, softly rubbing his hands across her hands.
She was too excited, her eyes hazy and mind numb. She crawled to him, wrapped her hands across his neck and pressed her hardened nipples across his chest —the softness of her breasts and the hardness of her nipples made her irresistible to the man.
“Then come.” He said, rubbing her cheeks as his thumb slid inside her mouth.
“Oh, I want you.” She moaned, rubbing her legs and suckling onto his thumb. “I need you.”
Hearing this, the man moved his other hand softly across her waist and slid past it to reach the back of her half undone dress.
“I need you too.” He said, pulling on the threads that undid her dress entirely. “And I need you now.”
“Ah!”
Without wasting a second, he grabbed onto her and flipped her over, placing her over the cold wood of the table.
“Hush, for a bit.” He said, “We only have a few minutes.”
He didn't bother with foreplay, she was as wet as the monsoon.
“Enjoy and let me enjoy.”
Aligning his cock, he slowly moved it around her pussy, teasing her labia before taunting her clit.
This made the woman bite her lips and grabbed onto him, pushing her nails deep into his back.
“Please, give it to me.” She begged, “Please.”
And hearing her pleadings, the man finally decided to give her what she wanted.
His cock, deep inside her.
“Oh God!” She gasped as the cock slid inside her, ripping her walls and shoving deep inside her cunt.
It was not her first time, not with him, not in general. But everytime she did it with him, everytime it felt like her cunt would mold to his size —yet it never did.
“Oh God! Push it in!”
With every pang of pain it inflicted, with every surge of pleasure it granted, and with every fulfillment of her desires, it claimed yet another fragment of him.
“Oh, it hurts!” She moaned, “It hurts so good!”
The man slowly moved his hips, shoving his cock deep into her, hitting all her spots.
He knew her well, he had known her for a while.
“Continue!” She moaned, “Don't stop, continue!”
And he didn't stop. He didn't have the time to be lazy.
He grabbed her by her neck, almost choking her —yet she loved every single bit of it.
“Oh by sweet father!” She had lost all her senses, even pain and the only thing left in her mind was pleasure. “This feelllsss soo good!”
Her voice was shaky, body shakier. Her cunt noisy, and even more so was it wet.
“Don’t stop!” She was too sensitive, “Don’t fucking stop!”
She yelled, and the man continued to pump harder and deeper inside her.
Her body shook violently, the cunt tightly clamped across his cock and arms wrapped around him like a belt on a waist.
And after a few minutes of the motion, her eyes rolled back, body rock hard and she violently jerked up.
“Ahh!” She moaned loudly, “I-I am cumming!”
Smacking her hand across the table, dropping all the drinks on the carpet, she fell quietly convulsing —pleasure of her orgasm, enhanced by the drugs that she could not live without and the irresistible movements of the man had her cold and without a single thought. Her eyes closed shut, as a sense of satisfaction and relaxation came over her.
The drugs that she took had taken all of her energy and the man’s seed that gushed inside her had left her without any wish to wake up.
She wanted to rest, enjoying the warmth inside her and the man that she adored, next to her.
But, things weren't that simple.
“We… have arrived, sir.” Lucy’s voice came from the otherside, a sense of worry prominent in her voice.
“Calm down.” The man said, “And stay inside. I will deal with it.”
He would, he always did.
She knew that.
…
…
[Golden Bridge, San Francisco]
“Where is my daughter?”
Protected by a dozen armed guards, each gripping a rifle aimed at the figure before them, stood an elder with a crown of gray hair.
“Where is Selene?”
A cigarette in his lips, a slight worry in his brows yet not a slither of fear on his face was the father of Selene, the man behind last year's greatest shooting —Bernard Shaw.
“Alive.” The man, one on whom all the guns were pointed at said. “Just tired and sleeping.”
"Then bring her to me," Bernard declared, striding forward as his companions attempted to follow suit—yet he halted them with a simple gesture. "And perhaps I'll consider granting your family a pardon."
“Family?” The black haired man stared at him with a look of disbelief, “All this time and you still do not know why this is all happening, isn’t it?”
“You have a vendetta against me, against Shaw enterprises.” Bernard said but the black haired man could only laugh.
“Vendetta? No. Disgust.” The man corrected. “And I have nothing against your fake shell of a company, all I have is Disgust.”
“Tell me boy, Darius.” He called the man by his name, “Why go so far? You already caused me enough harm, made me lose billions and even got my daughter involved in your child’s farce. How low will you go?”
The gentlemanly older man sat on the hood of one of his cars, curious about the blackette’s next move.
“You think it is a child’s farce?” The man in question asked, “You know my name, and you still don’t get it?”
“Darius Mossak.” The old man spoke, “I have never involved myself with you, why cause me so much harm?” He asked in a grandfatherly voice —one that the surface world knew him by. “You are young enough to be a son of mine. Why ruin your young life?”
The man looked at his guards, who nodded in return as they straightened their posture.
“Give me back my daughter, and I will give you a painless death.”
“You really are the worst, old man.” Darius sighed, realizing that he could never win with words. “You don't even realize why it has all happened.”
“What do you mean?” Bernard asked.
“Twenty years ago, do you remember what you did?”
“Twenty?” Bernard appeared confused.
“Shaw Factories, your chemical factory.”
Bernard’s face froze for a second. “The blast…”
“Yes.” Darius said, “Twenty years ago, you did something that made you a king and the ones that followed you… dead.”
“You mean…”
“My father was a worker at your factory.” Darius’ voice held poison. “And you had the factory burnt, will all the people in it.”
The burning of the Shaw Factories, one of the worst horrors of the past two decades.
It was a mourning day twenty years ago as the biggest Cyanide factory was burnt in an accident that took the lives of over 200 workers.
But unknown to all, it was a deliberate fire to erase the tracks of all corruption and lack of legal permissions that led to the intentional fire.
With the fire, Shaw managed to hide all the corruption, all the dirt while also obtaining enough insurance from both private and the government that it allowed him to start another illegal syndicate under the hood of the legal shell franchise, Shaw Enterprises.
And one of the two hundred who burnt alive that day was Darius’ father.
“My father was an honest man, working to feed his family. He moved from his country with great dreams, and you took not only his dreams but my mother's and mine too.”
But he checked all the files of who died in the fire, and Bernard does not remember a single man by the name of Mossak.
“Don't tell me…” His eyes went wide.
“Yes, my real name is not Darius Mossak but Darius Safar.”
Safar.
Bernard did recall seeing a name like that in the list.
“But what cemented your fate was what you did to my mother.” Darius’ fists tightened. “You paraded my mother naked in front of your accolades when she came to ask for financial help for our family. You shamed her and let to her committing suicide, leaving me alone.”
Bernard’s face stiffened, eyes widened and pupils dilated.
He remembered what had happened that day.
“But that day—” Bernard looked at the limousine that Darius came in. “You fool's! Go get my daughter out of that damned car!”
“Too late.” Darius sighed as a voice rang on his phone.
“On your command sir!” It was Lucy’s voice, and in the background was Selene’s muffled screams. “She cannot move, don’t worry.”
“I trust you, Lucy.” Darius showed a sad smile, one that his chauffeur and friend Lucy could not see. “Whenever you want, Lucy. And… I am grateful for everything.”
“Don't worry, boss. It has always been my goal!”
The woman’s voice was bright, but the pain they both felt was real.
“Go get my daughter!”
“Muuu! Muu!” Selene’s muffled scream came from the phone, but Darius paid no attention.
“You know why I am doing this to your daughter, don’t you? Old man?” Darius asked all while Bernard was furious and snatched a gun from the guard next to him.
“Give me my daughter back you scoundrel!”
“Do you remember who asked my mother to be stripped and paraded as an animal?” He asked, “You do remember.”
Of course, Bernard did. It was his own daughter, the girl who was twelve back then that ordered her father to make the woman parade as a naked animal.
“She was young, she was foolish.” Darius laughed, “I do not want to hear such excuses, old man. No one at the age is foolish enough to make a woman parade outside, naked. She had been a sadist sow, a fucking psychopath just like you.”
“You!”
“Quiet you rabid monkey.” Darius spat, “It doesn't even matter if I die here. You ruined my family, my father, my mother and you even ruined me.”
“You ruined me the worst.” He laughed before smashing his fist on the bridge’s pillar, possibly breaking a few fingers.
“You ruined me the worst!” He roared, “You turned me into a sadistic cunt like you! That cares about no one and enjoys the misery of others! You turned me into you, just worse.”
Bernard's gun was pointed at his head, but he could not pull the trigger before his daughter was rescued.
After all, she was his only heir.
“You ruined me.” Darius laughed, “But it will be over soon.”
“What—”
“It was a good run, Lucy.” He said, his voice tired. “I am sorry for everything.”
“It's fine, boss.”
“Do it.” Darius said, “And goodbye, my friend.”
“Good bye, bossman.”
Bernard roared, “No! Stop them!”
But it was too late.
In the blink of an eye, an explosion went far away from them —a limousine exploded, taking down two women with it.
One whose parents suffered the same fate as Darius and another whom he hated with all his heart.
“It was easy getting to you through her.” Darius spoke, already a winner. “She was naive, made so stupid by drugs that it was easy to make her fall in a fake love.”
“Y-You—” Bernard was shaking.
“It's over old man, there is no point.” Darius said. “I have your test results. You have lost your ability to have children, no medicine can help you.”
He chuckled, “And there is no one other than Selene that you had.” He laughed, “And you have less than seventeen months with that tumor in your head.”
“So, fuck you old man.” Darius laughed. “And fuck everything that you stand for!”
“FUCKING TAKE HIS HEAD!” The old man roared as he pulled the trigger and in the instance, a bullet shot towards Darius.
Darius had already prepared himself.
Prepared to die.
And with his revenge complete, he had no issue in taking that bullet to the head.
And he did.
The bullet shot right at his forehead, digging through it and breaking out of the back of his head —splattering pieces of brain matter with it.
“Ahhhhh!” Bernard roared like a madman, having lost his daughter and his only heir. “You fucking devil!”
Countless other bullets shot at Darius’ dead body, drilling holes in him and even ripping his head off his torso.
The two halves of his body fell on the middle of the road, as Bernard's men, in fury ran over the two halves squashing every last bit of Darius to the ground, plastering his organs to the ground.
Even his eyeballs fell out from the skull, just to be busted and crushed by the tyres of the cars.
But even with destroying and shredding his body, Bernard did not win.
Darius had won, with his death.
Bernard had lost even though he was alive.
After all, Darius was no more and Bernard had no reason to be around anymore.
“He… was the fucking devil.”
With the loss of his daughter and his only heir, THE Bernard Shaw, king of wealth, had fallen to his knees, defeated and hopeless.
“He took everything from me.”
Just like he had taken everything from Darius.
“Curse you, Darius!” Bernard roared, “May you rot in eternal damnation!” His voice grew loud, “And when I am there, I will kill you again myself, once more!”
A wish unfulfilled.
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[[A /N: This Bernard Shaw is not George Bernard Shaw, but I did take inspiration from George for the name and the appearance.]]
