The situation had boomed into a massive explosion back at the den in Crescent. Half naked girls took over the entire rows of ember lighted passages that led away from the hell they have endured for most if not the entirety of their adolescent lives. If no one stopped them as quick as possible, they would soon take over the entire streets of fire.The strong men could not stop them. Street trained, heavily posed and hefty men but unready for this one task at hand. The men whom Swiss and his first rank men had left behind in care of the den were not a bit capable when it came to holding down the ferociousness of this feminine mob. The girls were unstoppable in all ways even as they were being shot down with bullet fire, ready to lose everything for the exchange of their freedom.And through each wall they broke past, in yells and screams, echoing a popular chant into the air. For so long they have been used as sex slaves, with very little to gain from it. For so long, they have had thei

"Fuck!" Dengerberd knew he had no other choice. He could no longer gamble with his own life. The girls kept closing in on him, moving with weird and creepy antics. Each one of them looked lustful for blood and death, and with the number of lives that they had each taken already, there was nothing stopping them from adding his sorry self to the long list if the need would arise."You want this? Take it!" He yelled at them as they approached, raising above his head the bag of treasures, slightly open and threatening to spill away its contents.Shaking his hand violenty in the air, Mark seemed to be threatening to throw the bag somewhere in the large room, leaving them all to battle it out by themselves."Krrrng!!!" A bullet barely missed him, tearing through the bag in his hand and creating a hole in it. This was when Dengerberd knew that his life was in true danger."You ungrateful witches!!!" He yelled for the last time and threw the bag far into their midst. Right then, chaos erupt

Back all the way in the crux of the special city of Caveliona, Haisley Bradbury rose up from her special bed of flowers in the usual bliss of high spirits. Her body was flawless and her skin unblemished, she shone with her flair in competition with the morning sun as she took elegant steps through the beautiful doorway.The room was lit by the red streams of the sun which took their colour from the large red curtain that they passed through, each of those sparkling rays of light flying past the half opened window in an heavenly haste to get a touch of reflection on Haisley's gracious beauty. The floor through which she walked was laced with roses all the way to the large bath tub, and even around the large steamy thing was a large garland of roses. Beside the tub stood two young girls, her maids, each one looking as heavenly as the other. They both bowed their heads in fearful respect of her presence. Ignoring their courtesies, Haisley slid into the hot tub which was filled with ste

Struck by the collapsing walls of a building, blown into the ground by such a massive explosion, and rendered half paralyzed and pinned into the earth, Hermes had thought that asides death, nothing more could strike him with a stronger force on this day. But it turned out that there was indeed something, and that Howard Swiss knew just the thing."Yes, boy. Your mother used to date the father of your enemy, Adam Bradbury. The wealthiest man on this day. They were the talk of the entire place, showing off their flirt skills with every single chance that they got"."No... You are lying..." Hermes could not believe any single word more that uttered away from that tongue of his. They all sounded like fried fables, a collection of falsehood, cooked and prepared by the chef filled hands of Swiss. For all it seemed, he was more than just a cook of eaten foods, but those lies of his were not edible."I know you know that it is true. Deep in your heart, you do. Every man your age grew up to ad

"We already have you what you asked for? Why are you doing this?"Jack could not take it a bit more. Even with the glistening edge of the knife by his throat, he still struggled with his captor, putting his life on the line without much care for the damage.Swiss whistled again. He already told them the truth, his aim was fully bent on the treasure which lay far away in an unknown abode, hidden by his sister and placed in the farthest depths of darkness. It was the only reason he was doing all this, and Hermes knew at this point that he would do anything to have what he desired.The rings were only the key to the door or crypt or chest or whatever it was in which the treasure was kept, but without any knowledge of the location of those massive fortunes, the rings were only useless."Your wife has been quite a shadow to the long stretches of our eyes, surprisingly". Swiss said that either in praise or in suprise of Rachel's evasive ability. No one really thought she could be able to e