Damien's eyes popped out when he saw the Samurai. He shook his head and blinked a couple of times. He wasn't satisfied with that, so he closed his eyes for a while, then opened it again. He did that several times. He wanted to be sure that he was in his right mind and was not seeing things. There were a whole lot of things which he had just learnt just now. Things which he had been a fool believing the wrong context in the first place. Perhaps because he was overthinking things, that's why he was beginning to see things. But then he saw the Samurai smiling at him amidst the cannibals. There were so many reasons for Damien to be very surprised. As it seemed, the cannibals didn't know that the Samurai was in their midst. Damien quickly looked around the stadium. None of the people could see the Samurai, too. He was the only one seeing the Samurai!This got Damien quite confused and worried. He started to question his own sanity. He started to question the fact that whether or not al
Damien felt the scale fall of his eyes like a pair of glasses. He was on one knee, and his other knee pushed up. The position he was assuming was as though he was taking a sort of bow. When the realisation of recent events hit him, he quickly raised his head. He could feel no pain at all. He found himself in an empty white hall. The opulence and brightness of the hall was second to known. He couldn't really be sure what he had to take from this current state. But one thing that he knew for sure was the fact that he was no longer on the island. There was no part of the island that looked this way. Deep inside of him, he could feel that this hall felt like a familiar place. It was as though a remote part of him was trying so hard to reach a conclusion. Suddenly, he heard a sound behind him. It was a wheezing sound which was followed by a sequence of laboured breathing. He turned around at once. He wanted to be cautious. Though he recalled that he had beaten and defeated the Samurai
THREE OPTIONS. CHOOSE ONE. "Where the fuck is this?" Damien tried to focus his gaze in one direction. "A hall?"He wasn't sure yet. It looked like a hall. "A empty hall."He muttered. "What am I doing here?"The hall reeked of creepiness and eerieness. It was very dark and edgy. It was so dark that Damien couldn't see the corners of the hall. "How do I get out of this place?"Suddenly, a ringing sound came. "Ow. Ow."The depth and pitch of the ringing sound went straight into Damien's head. His palms were clasped to his ears as he dropped on his knees. He was in pain. And he couldn't help himself. Immediately the ringing ceased,"Welcome to the hall of Affinity."A feminine voice grew out of the emptiness. Damien threw his fallen neck up at once. At that particular moment, he forgot totally that he was in pain a few seconds ago. "What!"Damien exclaimed, trying to get on his knees. "I'll be straight to the point."The feminine yet sexy voice came on again. The only thing D
"What did I choose? Did I choose the cougar? I hope not." "Never! I can't choose that. I already have nine super gorgeous ladies back in Vegas. I don't want to make any fucking lady cum. If it is any other task, I wouldn't mind. I don't want a cougar!!!" "The last thing on the mind of young man who is about to be a father is drilling the hole of some old lady." He started to feel cold breeze and cosiness crawling up his skin. That feeling was familiar with one of the feelings he had back on the island. "Help! Help!!!" Suddenly, there came a yelp from behind him. "What was that?" He spun around to see where the shout had come from. But immediately he spun around, he lost his balance. Splash! His body in the water! He pushed his head out of the water, breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath. Looking around, he noticed a sort of raft flowing away from him. He deduced immediately. That was what he was standing on. He pushed his body through the water and climbed on the raft
Damien snatched his lips, almost pushing her away. She was embarrassed. "What the hell was that? How could you kiss me without my consent?"Damien scolded, ignoring her signals for him to stop. "It's not as if you even know how to kiss. What the hell, chewing my lips as though she found some cow hide."He stomped off. While the lady tried to speak to the dignitaries, "I'm-- I -"She decided to walk away, too, covering her face. Dead stares!"How dare she do that? Who the fuck does she think she is? She must have so much guts to think she could casually do that and get away with it."Damien had walked out and was climbing the stairs, which led to the deck of the yacht. "If it was the other way round, and we were in Vegas, they'd be a myriad of critiques trying to have my throat. But now that I did it, I'd be called cruel and bad."He grunted again. "Fucked up society. I just want to punch everybody."He shut his eyes gritting his teeth. "If it wasn't because of that crazy bitch
Damien was dumbfounded and clueless. He just stared into the empty space. His lips trembling. "So which would it be? The first or the second option?"The feminine voice came again. "You know what you are doing. You already know what I am going to choose. That's why you are messing with me."Damien finally found his voice. "That's not true, Damien. You are quite an interesting male. You have a strong will, so I wouldn't be surprised if you choose the second option."Damien scoffed,"Are you kidding me? Who would want to go back to being a trash? I mean, who would go back to being ridiculed, hated, and wished bad luck even by his own family? Tell me!! Strong will, my ass."Damien's tone was fierce and precise. And because of the silence, which succeeded the agitation, he feared that he had lost the audience with the lady. "Are you still there?"He wanted to make sure. "Seems like you have finally made a choice. We will get to business as soon as possible.""What business is that?"
The emblem was lying face down; the dragon inmprint brushing the earth. Heave! Heave! Then flat again. Push! Push! Then, a little hand was seen pushing the emblem from beneath.As soon as there was enough space between the emblem and the earth, a body rolled from beneath the emblem. Thud! The emblem fell again. Flat! Damien rolled over his back, his face to the empty and blue sky. "God! That was so exhausting."He sighed in relief. Then suddenly, his face grew serious as though something had just occurred to him. "Wait a minute."He jumped on his feet. When he turned to the emblem, he noticed that he was about the same height as the emblem. "What happened to me? What the fuck happened to me? Why am I so little?"He ran to the emblem and tried to lift it up. His two hands beneath the tips of the emblem but he couldn't even lift it. Even when he did lift it, it was just a quarter inch high. He let it drop and jumped to the back; if he had stayed back, the emblem could have fallen
When first Damien opened his eyes, they hurt. Then he opened them again. He was just waking from what seemed like a long sleep. He sat up. Immediately he sat up, he realised that his body felt weird, compared to earlier. "What happened after the crash? Where I am?"He looked quickly around him. There were wooden chairs and a table. It looked like he was inside a manor. Moving one of his hands, his attention fell back on the weirdness he felt on his body earlier. He lifted his hand to his face, then looked down his body, his jaws dropping,"I'm back to my old self?"He jumped up on his feet. He shook his legs and his body. "I'm fully grown. I'm a big man."He quickly reached his hands to his groin and felt it. He chuckled softly, "Oh yeah, it's there.""Where is the emblem?"A sudden voice grew out of the room. He knew who owned the voice. "Oh yes! The Emblem."He wasn't paying any attention to the voice at first. He only felt the need to find the emblem. He turned around, sear