Mutilator from the Grave (5 page)

Egor liked the sound of that a lot, he did not want to see Victor eliminated, just replaced with himself, that would lessen the trouble he would be in for conspiring with the syndicate and ease his paranoia of going to prison.

The cool customer took it upon himself with a rearing enthusiasm to undress his beguiling lady for the night.

Her body was more than enough to keep his rod solid as steel and rile him up, making him even keener to ravage her good. She wouldn't be able to walk once he was finished with her, his burning prick ached to be cooled in her deep well.

Victor had seen and heard all he could withstand, he could not sit idly by and witness the woman he loved being ravaged by a pack of wild animals on two legs. He lunged forward, went to go for the slick beast lying Indria down on the bed, manhandling her body, groping at her breasts, kissing at her neck, rubbing her womanhood.

A sharp jolt of sheer agony shuddered through his stomach, the brutish hulk had struck him in the gut with his rock hard fist. Victor buckled over, yielding to the searing pain in his tenderized body. His soul wanted to run over there and save his beloved from such torture, his flesh could not permit it. He loathed the pain she was enduring more than the excruciation he was feeling. Victor tasted the bitterness on his tongue, the sour mocking reminder he was unable to protect her all down to his own mortality.

The weakness of his own humanity made him sick inside, he should have stood back up and forced the grunting, thrusting sack of sweating putrid flesh off his pure Indria. Instead all he could do was lie on his knees and look at her being violated by a raging animal, grunting and panting as he pounded and pulled his length into her cavity.

Indria did not scream, or moan, or beg, she remained calm and lifeless through the intrusion into her self. She stared into the eyes of her lover, blocking out the thought of the brute invading her womanhood, she focused on the man she loved, he was all that was on her mind, nothing else existed, everyone else in the dorm were invisible to her. She could see he was suffering, he had endured all a man could take.

She could not let him see her enduring such a painful torment too, she had to be strong and see it through. Indria would not give those beasts the satisfaction of her, she would give them her body. Her soul would remain tied lovingly around her beloved Victor.

Alyosha was feeling anything but sexually relieved with his dead lay, she was causing him more sexual frustration. He wanted to see a response to his hammering movements, desired to hear her moans at the electrifying volts he was pumping through her thighs. All he got from her was silence and coldness on his hot rod.

The cool, edgy animal erupted in a disappointed climaxed. He did everything that got his other women blistering hot, why was she so cold towards him. It angered him to think he was sexually inadequate to this woman. She was making him look bad in front of everyone, tarnishing his reputation as a sexed up dynamo in the sack.

In a fit of frustration, Alyosha lost his cool demeanour, becoming the uncontrollable beast that he was. The palm of his hand struck hard on Indria's cheek, leaving a lasting hand print on her delicate face.

Victor clenched his fists tightly, gritted his blood smeared teeth, the fury was burning his soul like a raging fire out of control. He could not take much more of the torment, it was like being trapped in a living nightmare. He hoped they would wake up from it, find themselves in the comfort of their bed after making love, and everything would be as it was. No such luck, they were forced to endure this zoo of pandemonium where nothing would ever be the same again.

The night was just getting started, the festivities were warming up.

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Alyosha gathered his clothes, tried to regain his coolness, he spoke agitated to his skeletal companion, told him that she was all his. He wished him good luck in trying to get her to emote in the sack, he would need it. It was like screwing a mannequin, except even they were more lively than her.

Egor approached his enchanting love lying motionless on the bed, her eyes had not averted from Victor, not even when she was struck by the boorish thug.

He would reach her, his love would bring her out of her trance, warming her cold heart and bringing her closer to him. She wouldn't be distant from him, his true love for her would unite them together, pulling her away from her former lover, he was positive of that. Egor removed his clothing, shedding to his bare skin. His body was like that of a skeleton covered in a sheet of skin that did not fit around the bones.

He trembled in surging apprehension, he had been waiting for this moment for so many long, excruciating years, it seemed too good to be true that it was actually there for him. The woman of his most private fantasies was lying naked under his thin, erect penis, ready to be taken by him. She was so beautiful and so alluring, he could hardly hold back his swelling tide of love flowing around his slender length.

The hopeless romantic would have the title stricken at last, he would be a romantic with much hope,  tonight would be the drastic change he sought after. It was better to receive it late rather than never at all.

He would know what it meant to love someone and be loved back by that special someone in his life. His existence would have a meaning to it, he would actually be an important human being for once instead of a waste of space using up air that could have been reserved for somebody more worthwhile.

Egor was about to finally know the touch, the feel and the joy of a woman. He placed his thin frame over her womanly physique, his sleek length pushed its way into her cavern, the wetness engulfed his manhood.

He held onto his burning love with much resistance, the feeling of her womanliness was overwhelming. So that was what a woman felt like inside, it was so invigorating. He managed to hold on by a scant thread.

Egor exceeded the expectations of the gangsters and their boss, even his own friend, they assumed he would have an accident and blow it the minute he entered her feminine domain. He had some credibility to him, he could hold his own in a woman.

The skinny romantic would not have sex with Indria, he would do something with a lot more depth to it, he would make love to her, to show that he was different from the rest, to let her see that he was genuine, to have her feel that his feelings for her were as sincere as they came. He pushed himself in and pulled himself out at a gentle pace, his drawn in lips kissed at her cheeks and neck, his soft voice murmured sweet affections in her ears.

He would treat her so right, like the sweet princess she was, he would shower her with so many kisses, tributes and all his feelings. He would present her with everything she wanted, he would do anything for her, just to see her smile.

He would never betray her, never cheat behind her back and never lie to her. He would be truthful and loyal to her. He could not look at another woman, he only had eyes devoted to her and only to her.

Indria was his dazzling, breathtaking and inspiring goddess among men that all dropped to their knees and worshipped like the great Aphrodite, great Venus and great Adonis that she was. He was her devoted, loyal subject most of all, absolutely.

She and her divine, enchanting and raven beauty sent him down since the day he first laid his eyes on her, looking up at her empowering womanly glory and idolizing her with much true admiration and much true devotion. He had worshipped her with all his heart and soul, and he always would, for all the ages.

His loving actions and words hit a wall, he was making love and speaking to a blank slate. Even when so close to her, touching her from within, giving her every last ounce of his deepest emotions finally released from his heart, laying himself bare to offer her his heart and soul in Victor's obsolete place, Egor was somehow still ignored by Indria, he was still invisible to her like all those times in the past. Nothing had changed in the slightest, he had moved one step forward and four steps back to square one.

Despair came rushing back, the hope was snatched out his hands, there was never any hope to begin with, it was all an illusion to shield him from the truth. She would never love him, he meant nothing to her. All she cared about was Victor, now till the day she died. His endeavour to have her was a lost cause, invalidated the minute she laid eyes on her one, true love. Egor had no chance of winning her over, not even with the Russian Mafia on his side. They could not force her to love someone else. She would rather die than be with Egor or any other man. No gun, no knife and no fist would make her see otherwise.

The hopeless romantic would forever be just that. What he was doing to her was meaningless between them, his affections were unfelt and unappreciated. Egor wept uncontrollably on her body, he pulled himself out her coldness, never to venture back in. The crippling sorrow drove Egor to the edge of madness, his haggard fingers coiled into a firm clenched fist. He was so tired of her rejection, he could not handle his emotions being discarded into the gutter like it was a piece of trash, he was infuriated by her stubborn attitude towards him. He had shown her his love, presented what a kind and caring man he would be to her, made it clear that he would make her feel special like she was, treating her so right and she had the nerve to turn her head to him and refuse him entry into her heart.

To everyone's stunned silence, Egor lashed out on Indria, smashing his bony bare knuckles into her face, yelling down her throat to love him, to let him in. Her eyes bruised, her nose bled, her lips were split.

She was pounded by endless physical pain, she did not yield to it, showed no emotion to his brutality, the pain her body was facing was superficial, it would heal eventually. She would not submit to the enraged skeleton and accept his terms. Her soul would remain with Victor, it could not break.

That annoyed him further. Everything he was doing had no impact on her, tenderness and force were useless. All he was doing was wasting his own time and effort with every tempered blow dealt on her.

Evengi ordered one of his men to prize the emotionally unstable wretch off the girl, he would end up killing her at that rate and there was still some business with her to attend to. The henchman grasped his arms around the fragile shape and yanked the bloody knuckled, sobbing mess of a man off the pummelled young woman.

She looked just as bad as Victor did, the two soul mates had something else in common to make them kindred.

Egor was thrown onto the floor, shaking and crying, huddling himself in a ball to try and comfort his own frail sanity. Evengi found it pathetic, never in his life would he stoop to that lower than dirt level, it made him sick to his stomach, he could not stand weakness in a man. His father had told him the only man is one with the strength to withstand anything life threw at them. Egor was not one of them.

His boot to the sunken in gut silenced the pitiful excuse of a man. Evengi had acquired the winded bag of bones the woman he desired, he had his way with her, the deal had been done. The matter of payment had to be settled with and the crime lord had decided on what the pay would be: the girl herself.

Evengi did not care if she was a lifeless fuck, he was not going to screw her for his pleasure, it was the means of fulfilling Egor's side of the bargain and closing the deal with both getting what they were promised. It was another part of the business, and as a businessman, he required his end to be obliged too.

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Egor said nothing, he could not, if he went back on his word and called it off, Evengi would have put a bullet in him.

It was too late for the hopeless romantic, they were all past the point of any return. Evengi was a strong believer in keeping to one's word. The hopeless romantic said he would give anything to see this night happen.

Even if it was a complete mess and was nothing how Egor saw it going, that was not the crime boss' problem.

He had got him the girl, that was all that mattered. Egor had received what he requested. If he did not like how it turned out, he should have stayed living in ignorance and relying on false hope. Instead he got more than he bargained for and resented every second of the hurtful truth of knowing he was going to be alone all his life.

The realization of his own selfish actions dawned on the tormented romantic, he had come between two lovers and trampled all over their sweet flower for his own needs of growing the same thing himself with her, but in the end, no love could be emulated the same way. Egor was never meant to be with Indria, he could see that now. Had he saw it sooner, he would not have condemned two souls to their doom. But he was blinded by his own self-centred arrogance, the greed of wanting her for himself.