Famished

Chapter 2

Abraham Walkhart was the only heir and son of Walkhart group of Industries. He was handsome, charismatic but a womanizer with no morals. He treated females as his play toys and used his charisma to lure and exploit them. Girls, drugs and parties have been his favorite since he was eighteen.

Mr and Mrs Walkhart tried counseling their son many a times but it often felt like -  a person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it. Abraham continued to walk in the incorrect way and slowly became yellowbelly for his parents.

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Abraham had recently completed his post graduation in Business Administration from Princeton University and came back to Manhattan where his parents stay to enjoy his last days of freedom before he took over his family business.

"Good morning!" Abraham receives the call of one of his friends at eleven in the morning when he was still in his bed from yesterday night's knockout by a super chic. He holds his head and grunts from the effect of alcohol consumption. "Hello Ronaldo, why the hell you call so early in the morning?" He spits holding his head.

"Abram, it is not early in the morning, the clock says its past eleven." There was an ear bursting chuckle from the other side making Abraham hiss in pain. "Stop laughing so loud." He runs the tip of his fingers on the forehead as if it would reduce his pain. "That's the effect of Jonny Walker you consumed. By the way the girl from yesterday was full of meat and pleasure. I wish all of us would have tasted her individually than a gang bang." The lust from Ronaldo's thick voice could clearly be noted by Abraham.

"Today there is birthday party of Julie, one of our batch mates from school. How about you join us and enjoy the party? We can have....you know..." Abraham could imagine Ronaldo licking his lips with thirst. "Some lasses...After the party?" This time Abraham couldn't control his titters in spite of his head breaking. "God you're crazy but always my best person." He acknowledges going hard and plays with his organ under the sheets.

Abraham is always a sex starved animal for any sort of female species every day. There was a knock at the door followed by a maid walking inside his room with a tray holding lemon water and a tablet of Aspirin. "How many times did I tell you to wait after the knock to hear 'come in' from me Mercy?" Abraham shouts. "Sorry sir, I was supposed to wait but madam told me to enter inside since I already knocked. She was through the corridor reaching to her room seconds ago and you know I cannot pass away her orders." The maid mumbles weak directing her eyes to the floor after she notices Abraham playing with his stick inside the sheet.

"Fuck damn it! I can't even have the privacy in this house.  Something should be done immediately." Abraham mumbles rather to himself the next sentence. "Why are you standing here? You can go now." He barks and the maid runs from the door like she had seen a snake inside the room. Getting from the bed Abraham gulps the tablets and walks straight under the shower.

Half an hour later Abraham Walkhart was looking gorgeous in his crisp three piece black suit. His hair was trimmed above his ears in excellence and neatly combed to perfection with not a strand out of its place to suit the thick blades of his high cheek bones.  Abraham held a poise in his aura, a grandeur by his vision and a dominance in his conduct that could make any girl fall at his feet and worship the soil he walked upon.

After he reached his father's office he was informed that Mr Walkhart was in a meeting. Two hours later Graham walked into his office and saw his son flirt with his secretary. A flare of fire in his eyes followed by a sharp tick in his jaw could tell it all to Abraham that his father wasn't much pleased by his behavior. But what could Abraham do? He had the charm that could steal every girl's heart with just a glance."Dad I need to talk to you." He orders his father as soon as he occupies a seat behind the high priced oak wood desk.

"What do you want?" Graham grits his teeth and asks his son already irritated by the intonation in his speech. "Dad I need a separate house. I'm not a little boy who needs to live with his parents. The maids in your home do not even wait after the knock for me to say 'come in' and you know what's the heck of it? Mom supports them.  For God's sake I need some privacy, dad." Abraham shrieks running his hands in his perfectly combed hair with frustration.

Graham continues to sign on the documents inside the file and tells Abraham nonchalant. "Son whatever I have in my life are the efforts of my sweat and blood. I'm not the person born with a silver spoon in my mouth.  You know what is the investment I had for starting Walkhart industries?" He looks from the file to his son with wetness in his eyes. "It was your mother's engagement ring. I pawned it for 5000 dollars and started my first business with a small textile shop."

He dries his eyes taking out a handkerchief from his pant pocket and speaks with a sigh. "I told her that I want to start a textile business but do not have money to start it. We were only married for three months by then and she removed her engagement ring from her finger to give it to me."  He recollects his past playing his fingers in sorrow. "Pawn it and get the money you need. I'm sure you will be a successful business man, she told me." Graham's face was flushed as he describes his wife's confidence in him.  "Two months later I earned and bought back her ring from the pawn broker but the sacrifice she has done still remains fresh in my thoughts. She had the trust in me that I would succeed even when I was penniless."

Graham then looks back at his son firm. "But I do not have that confidence in you. That is why none of my businesses are in your name even when you are the sole heir of all my properties." He walks to the long glass window which gives the beautiful view of city life. "If you need a separate house then you have to earn for it. Work in the company like any other employee in the firm for two months and if I'm satisfied with your output, I will give you the money you require."

Graham Walkhart wanted to see his son Abraham responsible by hook or by crook. He was growing old and earnestly needed a retirement because of his increasing health problems but his son fails to understand his difficulties. Abraham wasn't the least happy with his father's offer. He had an unsaid grievance against Graham for not giving him the keys of their family house near Central Park. His eyes were red in flaming temper as he walked out of Walkhart Industries head office. He was the owner for all the properties of the multinational firm yet today he was penurious with not even a house of his own.

That night according to his friend's suggestion he walked to Julie's party, consumed too much of alcohol and became high on drugs. His system was least in his control. Moving out of the club he saw a beautiful girl waiting for a bus. She has the most inviting curvaceous body he could ever have the taste of. There was an uncontrollable lust growing inside him to famish her by any means. He along with his friends carefully followed her like a foxes waiting for their prey. The desolate girl took notice of the lusting rogues coming behind and ran to save herself but alas.....

No sooner she entered the deserted street the four friends along with Abraham pounced upon her like hungry wolves. The two of his friends held her limbs to paralyze her movements and the third one obstructed her mouth with his hand from restricting her yells. The next minutes were the most torturous moments in the innocent girl's life. Going unscrupulous like a depraved beast Abraham molested her with no regret.

The girl urged him vulnerable to set her free with tearful eyes but Abraham was an inquitous and unprincipled demon with no ethical values. He cared none for the unfortified pleas of the young girl. She felt more inviting by her unsullied wails. All of his friends wanted to have a taste of her individually like a precious jewel but it was too late. After Abraham raped her, she succumbed to unconsciousness.

Few minutes later guarding her unmoving body one of his friends moved closer and pressed his fingers against her neck. "She is dead." He declared twisting his lips dispirited for not been able to enjoy her. "Good, she had made our task easy by dying on her own. Otherwise we would have been forced to end her." Abraham said in a villainous smirk with not a trace of nobility and walked away from the spot.

Little did he know she was the woman who was going to be the source of his downfall and it was the night which marked the beginning of his tribulation.