DEMON LEVIATHAN( THE BANISHED SON OF LUCIFER)

Bobby arrived at the destination he was given to by cain which happened to be a warehouse.

He removed the bag he used in covering her.

He carried her, placed her on his shoulder, locked and started walking into the warehouse

“Leave me alone, put me down right now” crazy-ass talkative who woke up to see herself on the hard face guy’s shoulder a name she gave him screamed.

She started struggling but Bobby wasn’t moved, he carried her as if she was just a log of wood.

Crazy-ass talkative saw that her act wasn’t working and she started hitting him but it felt like she was just hitting a wall cause Bobby didn’t even budge.

He kept striding without even stopping for a second.

Crazy-ass talkative raised her head in thoughts and after few mins smiled.

She touched her teeth as if straightening them and with the whole adrenaline in her body bit into his skin digging so deep and drawing out blood yet Bobby didn’t bulge.

“What kinda man is this?”

“What’s even wrong with him and where is he taking me to?”

“I can’t believe his act is getting me so aroused instead of being terrified.”

“Gosh, get a grip on yourself crazy-ass, you’re in trouble not in a clubhouse.”

“But will it be so bad to fuck hard face guy?”

“That’s a good idea.”

“Once I escape this I’ll bang him, I know he has a big cock down there.”

“Can you stop talking?” Bobby muttered ao tired of hearing those words she kept blabbering out thinking it was in her heart not knowing she was speaking it out.

Crazy-ass talkative didn’t know when she kept quiet and for the first time flushed in embarrassment.

“Did I say that out loud?” She asked flushing deep shades of striking red from her cheeks down to the root of her hair.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“No, you didn’t, you did in my ear so can you stop talking now?” Bobby muttered in his deep hard voice and sighed.

“How do you want me to stop talking when you’re taking me to someone I hate and don’t wanna see?”

“Someone that will end up harming me?”

“Can’t you see you are giving me away to an enemy?”

“Please let me go.”

Bobby ignored her, got to the door of the warehouse, unlocked it, and walked in.

With a loud thud, he dropped her on the wooden chair kept in the lonely warehouse, tied her hands behind her back, picked up his phone, and dialed an unsaved number.

“She’s here” he whispered into the phone immediately the call was picked, ended the call, brought out the sim he used, broke it, and shattered the phone.

“Please don’t do this to me, I know in between this your cold heart is a soft heart.”

“I know you can still save me and take me back home.”

“You look rich and smell of a very high costly perfume, I don’t understand why you are doing this then.

“But if it’s about the money I know my mum will double your pay for you.”

“Please I know I’m crazy, I’m stubborn and all that but I don’t deserve to be raped.”

“Please my mum will be looking for me, I’m all she has.”

“Please don’t let me get hurt, even if it’s not for my sake but because of my poor mum who can’t stay a day without me.”

“Please hard face.”

“Please listen to me!”

Bobby left her and walked out when he couldn’t listen to her blabbering anymore.

He locked the warehouse and went to a tree at the far end and settled on it.

It didn’t take long for cain to arrive, a grin plastered on his face.

“How far Bobby” he greeted and waved but bobby didn’t even do like he saw anyone.

He opened his palm and stretched it to cain and cain knowing what he meant dropped his balance in his palms.

He closed his palm and threw the key of the warehouse to cain who caught and inserted it into his pocket.

“It’s nice doing business with you” he whispered and walked off.

“Cain” the deep voice of Bobby sounded behind him.

He stopped and turned “what Bobby” he mumbled.

“What are you gonna do to the little girl?”

“I don’t think I owe you an explanation to that Bobby, have a good day he uttered and walked away.

Bobby stared at him for so many minutes and turned, walked to his car, opened it, started it, and zoomed off.

***

Cain entered the warehouse and locked it then went straight to crazy-ass talkative who has been staring at him since he walked in without uttering a word.

It’s unlike her to be this silent, people like her are more dangerous when they are silent.

“What will you do now talkative?” He screamed at her but she didn’t say a word.

“I’ll fuck you till you die” he muttered once more but still got no reply.

“Have you eaten?” No reply.

“Aren’t you the one I’m asking?” He screamed but yet she didn’t say anything.

“She was only staring at him with bloodshot eyes.

Her body kept vibrating.

Kpahh a loud sound erupted from the stinking smash cain just plastered on her cheeks and she spat out blood and smiled making Cain’s heart start beating rapidly.

“Do you think all you’re doing will make me fear or love you?”

“You’re just a coward.”

“I thought you a man but you’re just a baby with no sense.”

“I pity your ass cause my savior will soon be here and like I warned you, you will get your ass whooped.”

“Savior?” Cain mumbled mocking her.

“No one will save”—–Ahh he screamed at the impact of crazy-ass talkative kick on his crotch.

He rushed to her and gave her two thunderous making her bleed more.

***

“Daughter” I’m home crazy-ass talkative mum screamed entering the house but there was no reply.

Everywhere was empty, it left her astonished cause her house is never quiet when her daughter is at home.

“Daughter” she called once more but yet no reply.

She rushed to the dining table but saw no letter or voice note.

She didn’t drop a voice vote or letter but she always does or perhaps she is in her room and plugged her ear pods she reasoned and nodded her head.

She proceeded to her daughter’s room but yet no trace of her.

She kept screaming while she searched everywhere but it was all void.

It was then she remembered her phone, she brought it out of her bag and called her daughter’s number, it rang but wasn’t picked.

She called five times but yet it wasn’t picked and when she tried the sixth time it went off.

She remembered her daughter had only three friends and she picked up her phone.

She called Florella but she wasn’t with her, she ended the call and dialed Fiorella’s number.

Fiorella picked at first ring and said same thing Florella said.

Not wanting to conclude yet, she dialed Fiona’s number but it was same thing.

She threw the phone across the couch, scattered her hair in frustration and started sobbing.

From afar off a car moved off in a direction at high speed beating the normal limit.

***

Cain slapped Crazy ass talkative so many times.

He was about giving her another when the phone in her pocket rang.

He ignored and at the sixth time brought it out of her pocket and scattered it.

Crazy-ass talkative was bleeding from both her eyes lips and cheeks.

He carried her with the chair she was sitting on and flung her across the wall.

Ahh, crazy-ass talkative screamed and he laughed.

He tore his shirt and tore hers too making her boobs come into view.

“Beg me” he screamed at her palming her boobs “and I might consider giving you a nice fuck.”

“I’ll never beg a coward like you” crazy-ass talkative muttered spat on him and kicked him once more but he dodged it and held her leg but she used the other and got his balls.

He groaned in pain but being determined he spread her legs wide and tied each to a pole though crazy-ass didn’t make it easy for him.

She kept stoning him everything her hands gets on but then he succeeded and kissed her but she bit him so hard which resulted in another thunderous slap on her face.

He removed his brief and raised her skirt, making her pinkish pussy come into view.

He smiled and licked his lips.

“Nice pussy” he whispered.

“Please you don’t have to do this” crazy-ass talkative pleaded for the first time in her life and started sobbing looking so weak and exhausted.

He ignored her, nudged her opening, and was about to push in when a large hand dragged him off her and threw him against the wall and in a swift sliced off his protruding cock making blood splatter everywhere.

“Hard face.”

“I’m safe” crazy-ass talkative muttered heaved out and fainted.