The Mafioso's Wrath (ongoing)

CHAPTER 14

(WARNING: RED AREA)

I watched her as she tried to walk quickly; her steps were hurried and unsteady. My threats had left her unable to say goodbye to the other person, and now she was rushing through the crowded hall, bumping into people as she went. Even from a distance, I could see the struggle in her movements and the way she sometimes stumbled and nearly fell. I knew the device inside her was making it almost impossible for her to walk normally.

"Irrah!" rinig kong habol ng lalaking kausap niya kanina.

Hindi niya naman iyon nilingon. May nakabungguan pa ulit siya, nagmadali naman siyang humingi ng tawad at muling naglakad. Kung saan-saan humahawak ang kamay niya bilang suporta sa nawawala niyang lakas. Napaismid ako. Hindi ko man siya nakikita nang buo ay alam kong pilit niyang tinatatagan ang sarili, nilalabanan ang nagpapahirap na gamit sa loob niya.

One minute . . .

Every few steps, she would falter, her knees buckling momentarily before she forced herself upright again. The fear of running out of time drove her on, a silent but powerful motivator. She tripped and fell to her knees at one point, and I held my breath, wondering if she would give up. But no, she pushed herself back up almost immediately; her body moved—maybe scanning the crowd—looking for me, for reassurance or for fear of what might happen if she failed.

Napaismid akong muli at walang emosyon na pinindot ang device na nagkokonekta sa loob niya. Katulad ng sinabi ko, hindi ito tipikal na gamit. Kayang umabot ng radar nito ng kalahating kilometro, kaya naman kahit malayo siya sa akin ay nagagawa ko iyong kontrolin.

"T-Thyro . . . please . . ." I heard her plead. "Papunta na ako . . . please make it stop. I-I can't walk anymore . . ."

Imbes na gawin ang pakiusap niya ay nilaro ko pa ang hawak ko. Itinaas-baba ko iyon bilang pagkontrol sa intensidad na nararamdaman niya ngayon. Napasalampak siya sa semento, kuyom ang mga palad, naghahabol ng hininga.

"The time is running out, Irrah. Don't make me wait," I warned.

Katulad kanina ay pilit siyang tumayo, ginagamit ang natitira niyang lakas kahit wala ng mapaghugutan. She was getting closer now. Each step was a battle, but she didn't stop. She couldn't stop. I could sense the desperation in her moves—the need to prove herself—to reach me before it was too late.

And then, finally, she was right in front of me, panting, shaking, but victorious. Sweat was glistening on her brow. Despite everything, she had made it.

Sinenyasan ko agad si Claudio na ibaba ang harang sa unahan at umalis, mabilis niya naman iyong sinunod. Kasabay ng pagsara ng pinto ng sasakyan ang pagbagsak ni Irrah. Nakaawang ang mga labi niya, hindi mapakali at pigil ang kumakawalang ungol sa bibig niya.

Sumandal ako sa upuan, nakapande-k'watro, at walang emosyon siyang pinanood sa harapan ko. "Take off your clothes, lrrah. Open your goddamn legs so I can rate that fvcking thing," malamig kong utos.

Nanginginig niya naman akong sinunod, nanghihina man ay naroon ang pagmamadali sa kaniyang kilos.

"Wider, Irrah," aniko nang maliit niyang ibuka ang kaniyang mga hita.

Kagat-labi niya namang pinagparte pa lalo iyon. Napatiim-bagang ako. Kitang-kita ko ngayon ang panginginig ng sensitibo niyang parte. Namamasa pa iyon.

"T-Thyro . . . hmnggh! I . . . I want to cum," pikit-mata niyang usal.

"Try, and I'll choke you to death," I said darkly.

She stayed silent, just whimpering. Her hands were planted on the ground, while her legs were still spread out in front of me. Her face and body were covered in sweat.