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2024-10-29 19:42:56The cool water cascaded gently on Bryan and his wife, Claire Alfredo. Her soft hands roamed over his chest as she washed him, her hands a little hold, exploring his ridges and planes.
"When are you going to wake up and make me a complete woman?" She whispered to him gently. But Bryan's eyes were blank, his face stoic, his lips parted in an awkward angle.
Claire sighed as she looked at her husband's face and realized that he still couldn't hear her. "What on earth happened to you, Bryan?" She asked rhetorically. It wasn't like he could hear her, no, he was mute and couldn't speak since he'd been brought back from war six months ago. All that she was left with was a shadow of the man she once loved.
Claire looked keenly at him, he was still as unresponsive as ever and she shyly ran her hands over his crotch as she applied the scented soap all over him. She couldn't believe that she was a married virgin.
Four years ago, Bryan had been the best thing to have ever happened to her. He was handsome and strong and she couldn't wait to have him all to herself - body and soul. But the very day of their wedding, she ended up at the altar alone.
At first, she was upset that she'd been jilted by Bryan just on her D day, she was sad and vengeful but then, just when her family began to mock her, news came that Bryan had been sent off to war by his very own family.
Broken and distraught, Claire becomes some sort of a widow at her young age. The Alfredo family couldn't take the disgrace so they ordered her to divorce Bryan and move on with her life. With Claire's extraordinary beauty, there was a long line of men waiting for her once she left him.
But Claire loved her husband and she bowed to wait for his return no matter how long it would take. And finally, Bryan did return, but he wasn't the same man.
"I will make you take me today, I must feel you inside me, if I must divorce you as my family had ordered then you must be the one to take my maidenhead," Claire mused as she slowly moved her husband from the shower and began to towel him dry. She pulled a light blanket over him and was about to undress herself when she heard a loud bang on the door.
Startled, Claire pulled on her pajamas quickly and covered up her husband. "Who is the__" but she didn't complete that statement when the door opened and her mother, Freya Alfredo walked in.
Claire winced at the angry scowl on her mother's face. "This is all you ever do all day! Bath and cloth a grown-up man like he's a baby or an imbecile!" She snapped.
"Mom, please, don't be mean to Bryan," Claire begged her mother but Freya pointed at her in anger, "Don't you dare say a word before I slap the sense that you've lost back into your head!" She snapped.
Claire stood still, she knew how explosive her mother's anger could be and so she didn't say anything. "I was just trying to dress him up for__"
"Don't dress him him! Stop living im a fantasy world and wake up, Claire! That man is a vegetable, he's more useless than a newborn child, he's a retard, there is nothing we can do about it. You can't keep wasting the family's money when we don't even have enough!" She snapped.
"I'll get a job, I just need some time to make sure Bryan is taken care of," she pleaded. But Freya shook her head. "I've heard enough of this nonsense, you're the reason that Master Alfredo cut us off from the family's finances, you have brought nothing but shame to this family all because of that man," Freya said, pointing at Bryan who was on his wheelchair quietly, oblivious to the world around him.
"After tonight, you are going to sign divorce papers and leave that piece of trash, you better be on Master Alfredo's good side if you want to get back into the family," Freya warned, "Wear something nice to the family gathering tonight, you just might be lucky to have a promising man look your way," she said and hissed at Bryan as she walked out.
Claire sighed, she was still feeling a little tingly for her husband but she couldn't disobey her mother so she quickly dressed up and rolled Bryan close to the bedside, "I don't know what will happen to us, I have to get dressed for Master Alfredo's party tonight," she whispered dejectedly and placed a deep kiss on his lips as she left the room, going into her walk-in closet.
As the door slammed, a loud bang sounded in Bryan's head and his eyes widened. He looked around the room and almost fell off his wheelchair as memories assailed him. He saw himself in the car heading to his wedding when suddenly he was being taken back to his family and sent off to fight a war for Gato Republic against their enemy, Alemand.
Bryan groaned as he could see men were bowing to him respectfully, he was clothed in a general's uniform and led his men to battle, emerging victorious and bringing home the glory.
"The blood general" they called him as his enemies bowed before him. He could recall how happy he was to go home to his wife when his family decided his fate suddenly, he wasn't to return intact, they made him a retard with very powerful ancient herbs.
Bryan was still remembering who he was when Claire walked back into the room and saw her husband seated on the bed. She stopped in her tracks, surprised at how he had somehow moved out of his chair and was leaning on the bed. "Where am I?" He asked, his voice low and hoarse.
"Oh my God! You're conscious!
" Claire yelled in shock, her eyes wide.
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Claire opened the door to see her husband on his feet. She gasped and dropped the jewelry box she clutched in shock. She couldn't believe that her husband was finally able to stand on his own. He didn't look so pale either and his features were focused. "Bryan, you're okay? How?" She asked softly and ran to grab him by the arm, thinking he might still be unsteady but she was surprised to find that he was very strong on his feet. "Mum! Oh my God! This is a miracle!" She yelled happily and her mother who was just in the hallways came rushing in along with her father, both dressed and ready for the grandmother's party that evening. Freya was shocked as she looked at her son-in-law, the same man she just mocked a few minutes ago. Bryan was very tall, he towered over them all in the room and Freya had to raise her head to look him in the eyes. "Oh, he's finally able to stand," she said casually, sounding like it wasn't a big deal, "He can finally pack his bags and leave you for goo
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Claire and her entire family arrived at the birthday dinner for her grandmother. The entire hall was beautifully decorated and bright chandeliers hung overhead. The tuxedos and fancy dresses made Claire cringe because she already felt underdressed without being told. "We will put our heads down and go throw this party, hopefully after you sign those divorce papers, your grandmother will take pity on us and help with our financial situation," Freya, Claire's mother said as she walked beside her. Claire nodded dutifully, her gift wrapped up and clutched by her side. But their plan to get in and out of the party quietly was already crushed the minute their aunt arrived. Aunty Mae was not a very warm or friendly woman and she hated Freya and her family with passion. As she sighted them, she wasted no time in coming closer and asking why they'd arrive late. "Why are you showing up now? Huh? Did you guys run out of gas? I wouldn't be surprised," she said and laughed loudly. Claire sigh
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The rook was silent for a few seconds and then Juliet's boyfriend, Mike, glared at, "What did you just say?" He asked furiously. Bryan wasn't intimidated by his cold glare or tone, "I said the ring is fake, that's not an emerald stone," he replied confidently. "Who brought this thing in here?" Aunt Mae asked, butting in as she noticed that Bryan had somehow gotten attention at the table. "How would you know what stone is fake or real? You're a retard!" She spat. "There's only one way to find out, let me do the test and prove it to everyone," he said. Aunt Mae sneered at him and then turned to Freya and Claire, "This is all your fault! You brought this madman from the asylum where he ought to be and invited him here!" She said angrily, "Isn't it enough that you are a disgrace to this family? You also brought a madman to your grandmother's birthday?" Freya immediately tried to grab Bryan and push him out of the party, she was fed up with being ridiculed by her family and he only
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Bryan had a smirk on his face as Mike's face fell. The arrogant man realized that there was no denying the authenticity of the ring now that Bryan had openly shown it to everyone. He immediately apologized to his grandmother. "I'm so sorry, Grandma, I'm sure this is some misunderstanding from the jeweler," he said and picked up the ring, placed it in the box, and snapped it shut. "You don't deserve anything cheap or fake. I will make sure I get a more expensive stone from that careless man for you, I'm sure it's a mistake of purchase," he said with a wide smile on his face. Grandmother was very disappointed but she didn't say anything, "Is there any particular stone you'd want? Maybe an onyx or a ruby this time?" Mike insisted, trying to impress the old woman. "That won't be necessary," Grandfather said with a booming voice and Mike nodded quietly, pocketing his fake ring. "I didn't just call everyone here today for my birthday, I called us all to make a very important announcem
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Claire stood like a fish out of the pond. She didn't know what to say. Staring at her grandmother's face only made her more afraid of what was demanded of her. "What do you say? Will you take the deal, Claire?" Grandmother asked with a stern look.It was obvious that it was a trick question. There was no way she could pull it off, not with the debt her family was in, not when her mother was already shaking her head in shame. Bryan held her hands softly and whispered to her, "Take the opportunity, Claire, we will do this together," he said. Claire looked at him and for some reason, she was brave again, she nodded. "Yes, grandmother, I will settle the debt," she replied. Everyone was shocked, they looked at her and Bryan with pity and some laughed, claiming they were just putting up a show. "This is just a game, you could never think of appearing before the mafia lord, Scar, to talk more about clearing out the debt, where do you intend to get the money from?" Aunt Mae mocked. Grandmot
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When he arrived at Freda's house, he could hear raised voices from inside. He stormed in to find Claire and Freda in a heated argument."Get out of here, Bryan," Freda snapped. "This is between me and my daughter."Bryan stood his ground. "I know everything, Freda. There's no need to hide it anymore."Claire turned to him, eyes wide with shock and fear. "Bryan, please don't bring it up. If Grandfather Maxwell finds out what I've done..."Bryan took a deep breath, his resolve strengthening. "I'll confront the situation, Claire."Freda laughed derisively, her voice dripping with contempt. "You think you can convince Maxwell to forgive her? She’ll always be under my control."Bryan's eyes blazed with determination. "We'll see about that at the family gathering this weekend."Freda's expression turned from contempt to anger. "You have no idea what you're dealing with, Bryan. Claire made her choices, and now she has to live with them."Bryan stepped closer, his voice low and fierce. "She m
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That night, Bryan woke up with a jerk. The cold sweat on his forehead same as the ice creeping down his spine. He had just had the weirdest dream. Or was it a dream? He couldn't tell. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, feeling the cool wooden floor beneath his feet. He needed water, something to qunwch his dry throat that felt like parchment paper. Yawning, he padded softly with bare feet to the kitchen, he moved through the darkened hallway, the silence of the night making his soft footfalls resound. The house was as dark as his thoughts. Speaking of thoughts, Bryan hadn't been able to keep his mind blank since the incident with Jenkins. Neither had he been able to wrap his head around all that the old man had told him. But somehow it made perfect sense. The odd stares, the way his aunt hated him but somehow loved his brother, it all made sense somehow. As he reached the kitchen, he flipped on the light and blinked against the sudden brightness. He headed for the cabinet
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Bryan drove like the devil was on his tail, arriving at the classic bar Jenkins had picked out for their meeting. It was a beautiful garden bar just outside of town. As Bryan killed the engine, he pulled on his coat and baseball cap, trying his best at disguise before stepping into the place.**The garden bar was indeed a fitting spot for Jenkins, considering his love for flowers. Just as Bryan looked to the left, he saw the old man's hand guiding him to a corner table. Bryan walked over and shook his head in disbelief."I was hoping you only sounded different, but you look different too," Bryan said.Jenkins was dressed in a thick fur coat and a hat. He nursed a cup of coffee with his gloved hands."Sit down, boy. I have to be quick," Jenkins said.Bryan noticed that gone was Jenkins' stammering and broken words. He spoke fluently now, almost as if nothing had ever been wrong with him. Bryan sat down, looking at him curiously."You're running out of time. Your brother and uncle have
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Bryan staggered back a little, struggling to process the jarring change in Jenkins’ voice. The old man he had known was frail, his voice barely rising above a whisper. Yet, the voice on the phone now was strong and assertive, unrecognizable as Jenkins'. He glanced around, half-expecting to see the old man materialize in front of him, but there was nothing—just the lingering sound of his own breathing and the hum of the city around him."Jenkins?" Bryan asked again, his voice edged with uncertainty. He wanted to be sure he wasn’t speaking to someone else, someone who had somehow gotten hold of Jenkins’ phone. His skepticism was palpable, though he hoped it wasn’t the case.“It’s me, Bryan. You said I should call you right? You did give me your card,” the voice on the line said. Bryan could almost hear the confidence emanating from the speaker. It was a tone of authority that starkly contrasted with the frailty he had grown accustomed to.“You sound different,” Bryan said, his laugh com
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After a few minutes of driving through the busy streets of the city, he went easy on the brakes as he turned to the quiet suburban area. Peterson was always one for his space and privacy and perhaps one could say that he was the most secretive member of the team. When he arrived at Peterson's place, he met with his son, Chad just as he rang the doorbell and the maid allowed him in. “Hey, boy." Bryan said as he stepped into the house. Chad looked at him oddly and then for a second, recognition flashed in his eyes and he stepped aside. “Mr Bryan," he said with a thin voice. Bryan gave him a slight nod and moved into the living room, taking the plush seat that he was offered. “We weren't expecting such an important guest," Chad said with a smile that was obviously as fake as the Picasso painting on the wall. “I never planned to pay the visit either,” Bryan replied. Chad was eager to show him around and also asked to serve him breakfast and a cup of coffee. But Bryan was already gett
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Bryan quickly tried to regain composure from the information that had just shaken him. If someone else was the supreme warlord, then it meant that the council had convened to terminate his own title and somehow found someone else worthy of such ordination. "Last time I checked, there was no one who could even compete with me. No one was worth being the supreme master, talk more of the supreme warlord. Had they suddenly dropped their standard?" He asked out loud but to no one in particular.He couldn't believe it. He was the best, the greatest, the supreme. No one could match his skills, his strategy, his leadership. He was the one who had been chosen, who had been destined for greatness.Who could even replace him? Who was worthy of such a title, the supreme warlord? Bryan snickered, wondering who could even stand behind him, he was second to none. There was no one he could think of that was even half the man he was. All his generals needed a lesson on night and courage. They couldn't
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Bryan was already seething with hot wrath. How could his general even think that he'd want to hear about any territory and political bullshit when all he was trying to do was aimed at giving his life meaning? For a second, he felt stupid for even picking the call in the first place. It didn't make any sense to talk about the territory when his mind kept playing back to Uncle William's words and that of Josiah. “Hello, are you there?" Ben's voice came through the speaker, dragging him from his intense thoughts. “Stop!" He snapped suddenly, without any warning. “I've had enough of this bullshit!" He said with a fierce look. "Come up, what are you talking about!” Ben asked as his voice rose. Bryan told him that he had no interest in talking politics. He was sick and tired or running in circles. “What I need right now is a fucking compass! I need someone, something, anything, to take me to where my past is. I want to know what I am, who I am, what went wrong,” he bit out, "Not some pol
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The next day, Benjamin called Bryan as early as daybreak. Bryan was still sleepy when he heard his phone ring and he rolled out of bed to grab it. "Hey, Ben, you're waking me up rather early, what's up?" He asked, his voice groggy with sleep.Benjamin first apologized for calling him up so early and asked how his previous day had gone. Bryan sighed, wondering how he could possibly recount his day to his friend. It was one hell of a year and it left him sour. "That's a long story, Ben. I don't think I want to talk about it," he replied, rubbing his eyes.Ben laughed and told him that he knew he'd gone home and he could guess that it wasn't such an easy day since his brother wasn't the most friendly person. Bryan scoffed, calling his brother unfriendly and was just trying to coat it up. Josiah was outrightly harsh, he was everything that someone would never want his own brother to do. "That's falling far from the mark," Bryan said, his voice laced with sarcasm.Ben sighed, telling him he
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Jenkins laughed again, the sound a little too shrill and mechanical. "You can't choose your family, Bryan. They're stuck with you, no matter what."Bryan's eyes narrowed, his patience wearing thin. "I don't want to talk about my family, Jenkins. Can you let it go?!” He asked with a harsh tone. But for a second, he couldn't help feeling pity for him. Once again, he was clearly not mentally well and it showed. "Have you been taking your medications?" He asked with a low tone, his worry evident.Jenkins scratched his head, his eyes clouding over. "Yeah, they said life can't be the same again. I guess this is what they mean. Everyone thinks I'm insane," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.Bryan's eyes bulged, he couldn't believe that he'd just made the man feel bad. "I didn't mean that at all, I was just trying to make sure that you're fine," he said, his voice softening.The old man smiled and waved him off. "Yeah, you don't have to say it, I can see it in your eyes," he replied,