Addicted Damien (Sartori #1)

Espesyal na Kabanata

This Special chapter is from the self-published book (this is raw and unedited). Since the book is unavailable now, I decided to publish it here. Enjoy reading! I'll be writing new special chapters once this become another physical book!

Espesyal na Kabanata

Damien

Happiness. I thought that I would only get it from drugs. Hallucinating. My life had been utterly sad. Drugs were the dark side of desperation to feel happy. To escape the dullness of reality.

Until I met this woman, with a natural scent that my nose had craved to smell for.

Addiction? I thought that I would only feel it in drugs, but no. How impossible that I became more obsessed to her scent than illegal drugs could do.

Her feminine floral scent of jasmine was like my sedative or tranquilizer, a medicine that has a therapeutic effect only to me. I had considered it as an aromatherapy that became my own kind of rehabilitation.

The physical sufferings and mental tortures. Lahat ng iyon ay napawi sa oras na pinasok ng amoy niya ang buong sistema ko. Impossible, isn't it?

When that day of selecting. Noong oras na pinili ko siya, na inakala nilang binaril sa malapitan iyong babae'ng nagtangkang tumakas. The woman was not shot with a gun. It was a pneumatic injector or known as jet gun injector. Its liquid could make someone unconscious and fall asleep for an hour. Noong nagmakaawa rin siyang pakawalan ang mga babae ay wala akong nagawa kung 'di ang sundin ang kaniyang inuutos. She did not know that she got my neck wrapped with her delicate fingers big-time.

I paid the women one million pesos each, to keep their mouth shut after freeing them. Negotiated with them. Also warned them that if false information would spread out, I would hunt them down.

Effective somehow, I did not hear any news about the ambush and abduction so far that time we stayed in the Philippines.

All of the women that got abducted from the cities we had been, I admitted that they were drugged. To keep them asleep. That was the only reason, and not to make them warm the men's night. I had instructed my men not to sexually touch them. However, they could scare and threaten them if needed.

Pawang pananakot lamang iyon, at para isipin din ng ibang boss na miyembro ng La Cosa Nostra na gano'n ako kalupit. Gusto kong iyon ang iisipin nila. Na wala akong awa.

Hindi ko kayang manakit ng babae, lalo na at labis akong nangungulila ng nanay.

That day I chose her, meant keeping my mind at peace.

I kept her in an empty and dark room where there was no window and the only way to get out was through the door. I made sure that she would still feel comfortable laying on the bed even after all the coldness of the space.

Ayaw kong makita itong nakatali. She's somehow free to walk around the room. Seeing her hands tied made me angry, and I hated that feeling.

Half an hour, maybe. We were both silent inside the room. Nakaupo siya sa dulo ng malaking kama. She looked cute with those grey and black coloured thick bedsheets and large soft pillows surrounding her.

Ako naman ay kasalukuyang nakaupo sa isang metal na upuan habang nakapatong ang mga kamay sa kulay itim na mesa.

I could say that she could not be able to see my face. It was dim at this corner.

May ilaw naman sa kisame ngunit hindi naman gano'n kaliwanag iyon at nakatapat lang sa bahagi niya. I could clearly watch her.

"Tell me your name," I ordered dominantly.