Old man Darren is still in shock, as he can’t believe he got his shit rocked by a single slap from gan.
Sure, he is old, but he still outweighs her by fifty kgs. For her to knock him on his ass shows just how strong she is.
His cheek is still burning. As he begins coming back to his senses. The rage inside him starts to flare, his blood starts to boil, at it bursts out like a volcano.
"THAT FUCKING BITCH!!! HOW DARE SHE FUCKING SLAP !!! I AM GOING TO FUCKING KILL HER!!!" He shouts.
He would have cursed at gan so more, but his words got stuck in his throat as he saw a man walk up towards him.
The man is wearing an oversized jacket, motorcycle gloves, and a motorcycle helt with a mirror visor on it, which completely covers his face.
Old man Darren gets confused seeing the man approaching him.
"Who the fuck are you, and what do you want?" Darren asks as he tries getting his old ass back to his feet.
His old bones ache as he struggles to his feet, but he does it anyway. Patting his pants to get the dust off, he looks at the man wearing the motorcycle helt, who still hasn’t moved from his spot.
He just stands before Darren, staring at him.
"The fuck you are looking at?" Darren questions, but the helt-wearing man just stands there, continuing to stare at Darren. But if one has great situational awareness, they can notice the helt-wearing man’s whole body is shaking, and one of his hands is hidden inside a pocket.
This is not a good sign.
Seeing that the helt-wearing man has no intention to talk, annoys Darren.
"Do you think this is funny? Mother fucker!" Darren shouts as he takes a step forward, trying to intimidate the helt-wearing man with his size.
But the helt-wearing man continues to keep his mouth shut.
"Are you dumb? Speak, mother fucker!" Darren says and starts shoving the helt-wearing man’s shoulder, forcing him to take a step back, but the helt-wearing man still keeps his mouth shut.
"I am getting tired of you, you mute. Start talking or I am going to beat the living shit out of you. You don’t know who you are ssing with," Old Darren says.
Usually, he wouldn’t try to get physical because of his age, but his anger is beyond the boiling point because of what gan did to him, and this helt-wearing man keeps pushing his buttons even more.
"How dare you..." the helt-wearing man finally speaks. His voice, muffled from the helt over his head.
"What the fuck did you say?" Old Darren asks as he shoves the helt-wearing man again.
"How dare you fucking touch my goddess..." the helt wearing man says.
"Your goddess? Who? gan? Hahahaha, your goddess? Are you one of those losers who put a woman on a pedestal? Hahaha, I never thought I would actually co across a loser like you," Darren bursts into laughter as he hears the helt-wearing man call gan is goddess.
"gan is your goddess, right? So listen to this, mother fucker. I am going to make your goddess get down on her knees and force her to choke on my cock. I am going to make her my personal bitch!" Darren says, shoving his finger into the helt-wearing man’s shoulder.
"AAARRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!" the helt-wearing man suddenly screams out loud in a fit of excessive rage and moves his hand.
Darren’s eyes widen with shock. First, he feels sothing cold on his stomach, imdiately followed by warm liquid flowing down his stomach. Then cos the shearing pain.
The helt-wearing man twists the knife he just plunged into Old Darren and pulls it out, pulling out so bits of flesh and guts along with it.
Old Darren stumbles back clutching his stomach. He looks down and sees that his hands are bloody. Blood has completely drenched his shirt and pants.
He looks up at the helt-wearing man in shock again, and before he could even scream, the helt-wearing man charges at Darren.
He tackles Darren to the ground and starts plunging the knife into Old Darren’s chest over and over again.
Darren couldn’t even scream in pain before death took him. But the helt-wearing man didn’t stop. He continued to stab Old Darren’s lifeless corpse over 50 tis, making a mangled ss out of the old man’s body.
Now covered in blood, the helt-wearing man gets back to his feet, breathing heavily as he looks down at the ss he just made.
There is blood everywhere.
The reality of the situation starts to hit him. The helt-wearing man panics as he looks at the knife in his hand.
When he saw Old Darren touch gan, and seeing him try to hurt gan, uncontrollable rage took over him, but before he could do anything, gan managed to save herself and left.
But his anger didn’t quench, so he approached Old Darren to confront him, but when he heard Darren say that he would make gan his bitch, it crossed the line.
His goddess is already in the clutches of an evil beast. He cannot let a filthy ogre get his hands on her as well. He had to do what he had to do.
He had to get rid of this ogre. So he did.
After the panic settles down, he looks at his ss once again, and a new feeling arises inside him. One of sheer ecstasy and excitent.
’I saved my goddess,’ he thought. This is the reason for his ecstasy. Not because he murdered soone in a fit of rage, but because he got rid of soone for his goddess.
’I need to get out of here,’ gan’s stalker thinks, and gets out of there.
Soon, Old Man Darren will be discovered by one of the office workers, and all hell will break loose.
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As Amon is driving his way back to his house, his face carries an expression of surprise and amusent.
"Who would have thought he would end up like this, hahaha? I thought I had to step in and personally take care of him, but it looks like the dog did his job. Now I will have to deal with this dog," Amon says with a smile as he looks at Old Darren’s mangled corpse.
Now, one less problem to deal with, which Amon didn’t even care much about, as gan really didn’t need much of his help to deal with this old man. She is incredibly smart, and now also has enough strength to deal with a man if things get physical.
"What should I do today?" Amon wonders, as he has a lot of options to choose from. Maybe give Claressa a visit. Or Stephanie, as he can see that she is craving him. Or maybe he can hunt for a completely new prey.
After giving it so thought, Amon decides to try sothing new, sothing to ss with a certain soone.
Amon takes a different turn from the one that would take him back ho. He drives towards the beach.
After driving for half an hour while enjoying the drive, Amon arrives at a beachside resort.
A great place to et beautiful won in very little clothes.
Amon drives into the driveway, and his car imdiately gets the staff’s attention as only rich people can afford a car like his.
Although most of their patrons are high-end, not everyone drives around in cars as expensive as Amon’s.
Amon stops right before the resort’s entrance.
A valet rushes up to his car and waits for Amon to get out. The valet gets surprised as Amon gets out. His towering and big fra makes the valet feel intimidated, but he keeps his composure.
He looks at Amon’s face and feels jealous, seeing how handso Amon is.
’So people just have everything, I guess,’ the valet thinks. Not only is Amon rich, seeing the car he is driving, he is also big, strong, and handso.
The valet could imagine just how many girls must have thrown themselves at this man before him.
"Here," Amon says, handing over his car key to the valet and entering through the resort’s front entrance.
Amon is imdiately greeted by a warm, elegant, and majestic feeling as the resort’s lobby is designed with grandeur in mind. Amon expects no less, as this resort is marketed toward the elites of the world.
Amon walks up to the receptionist and finds a very beautiful young girl with brunette hair in a sexy, small uniform.
The resort clearly is trying to appease all its custors by hiring good-looking people. Amon also sees a young, handso man beside the girl for the female patrons, but he doesn’t give a shit about that.
His eyes are on the girl before him. Even though he is not here for this girl, he is not going to leave without having a taste of this one.
The receptionist girl, who was having a very boring day, imdiately perked up as she saw Amon walk towards her.
Her eyes widen, and her heart skips a beat as she looks at Amon. She has never seen a man as handso as Amon ever. Not even her co-worker, who is a very good-looking guy, can compare to the man before her.
"Welco to Paradise Grand. How can I help you?" She imdiately puts on her most elegant pose and her most beautiful smile as she greets Amon.
"My na’s Amon. I should have a room reserved," Amon says.
"Give a second, sir. I will get right to you," she says, and checks for Amon’s na in the system, and she imdiately finds it.
When she looks at the room that is under Amon’s na, her excitent skyrockets.
Today is her lucky day.
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