Chapter 190: Gerald Emerged

Nathan’s ire began to rise when he saw what was in the box. It was a tusk from a wild boar, the 500 kilograms boar that he’d killed when he was only nine years old. As he stared at it, his mind began to flood with images from that day, and his head began to ache. “My pills!” he cried. “I need my pills!”

Nathan pressed against his temples with his knuckles. It felt like his heart was in a clamp, and it was getting tighter. He grabbed at Vic’s jacket as the pain brought him to his knees.

Vic turned and glared at Christine, and when he saw that she was smiling, he wanted to kill her. “You little bitch!” he roared. “You did this! It is all your fault!”

Christine chuckled and said, “Chill your tits, Daddy-o.” Then, much to his surprise, she produced a brown bottle from between her breasts and threw it to Vic.

Vic caught the bottle with a confused look on his face. He quickly unscrewed the cap, took out two pills, examined them, and passed them to Nathan. He dry-swallowed the dr*gs, and within a couple of minutes, the pain began to subside, and his breathing returned to normal.

Christine: “I guess you don’t like the gift...”

Nathan glared at Christine and said, “Get the fuck out of here, and take that tusk with you!”

Christine snapped her fingers, and several servants came in to retrieve the tusk, and Christine left with them. Once they were gone, Nathan turned to Vic and said, “I’m tired, and I would like to be alone with Crystal.”

Vic nodded, and he ushered the servants out of the room, closing the door behind him. Then he looked around the room. Once he spotted Christine - she was leaning against a wall in the living room - he seized her by the neck and smashed her body against the wall. “What medicine did you give me?!” he demanded.

Christine: “Does it matter? What’s done is done.”

Vic: “Know this: If anything bad happens to Master Davis, there will be Hell to pay!”

“Tut, tut, tut.” Christine smiled and said, “Aren’t you the ever-loyal lap dog? Who’s the good doggy? You’re a good doggy! You deserve a gold star, but where would you like me to pin it?” She lifted her knee and gently rubbed his genitals. Much to her surprise, though, his c*ck remained flaccid.

Is he a man? - Christine wondered. Any time she had ever given a man this kind of attention, their little soldier had always risen to attention - Maybe he just needs a little extra help...

“Cut the crap!” Vic roared. “Tell me! What was in the bottle?”

“Poison!” Christine hissed.

Vic’s face turned white, and he tightened his grip on her throat.

“Am I that horrible?” Christine gasped. “I was kidding. If I tell you that it was the same medication that you’re looking for, will you believe me?”

Vic slowly released Christine. “You had better not be lying,” he whispered.

Christine: “Don’t worry. If something was going to happen, it would have happened already. The only thing that happened, though, was that his condition improved. His headache went away, and his anxiety levels improved. When you think about it that way, shouldn’t you be thanking me?”

Vic: “Don’t push your luck. None of this would have happened if you hadn’t stolen his medication or brought him that horrid gift. So, I don’t want to see you prancing around this place like some kind of hero!”

Christine could help but smile. She brushed his genitals with the back of her hand and said, “If I helped you with your Erectile Dysfunction, then would I be a hero?”

Vic’s face turned red, and he opened his mouth to deny his problem, but before he could say anything, she walked away. Vic sighed and went to stand guard in front of the master bedroom.

****

In the morning, Crystal moaned weakly, her long eyelashes trembled, and her eyes gradually opened. She was finally awake. She hurt all over, and her burst organs hurt the most, but she was alive and glad to be.

She tried to recall what had happened to her, but she only remembered riding the horse and falling off him. There was nothing after that. It was all black. She turned her head, and she smiled when she saw Nathan. He was holding her hand, and she felt like he’d been holding her hand the whole time that she’d been comatose. He was asleep now, though, and she was able to take in his features without feeling self-conscious.

Nathan had bags under his eyes, and he looked exhausted. Poor baby - she thought - he is still extraordinarily handsome, though. No amount of lost sleep could ever steal his looks. That’s for sure! She reached out, and when she touched his forehead, she was shocked by how cold it was. She quickly withdrew her hand. Why is he so cold? - she wondered. She leaned forward to get a second reading, but before she could, Nathan grabbed her wrist and threw her off the bed.

The pain from her burst organs exploded, and she nearly passed out again. Why is he doing this? - she wondered - Am I just a toy to him? She cried out for mercy, but he seemed not to hear her.

He got up and stared at her coldly, without a trace of human emotion. Instead, his eyes were bloodshot and full of resentment. “Does that hurt?” he asked as he ground his heel into the back of her hand. “How about that?”

“Why are you doing this?” Crystal cried. He was breaking her fingers, but he didn’t even seem to care.

Nathan: “Woman, you woke me up! You should know the consequences of waking me up!”

“Please...” Crystal whined..

Nathan smirked as he crouched beside her. “Please, what?” he laughed. And before she could answer, he seized her by the throat. The scarlet in his eyes made him look like Satan himself.

Crystal: “Please... Nathan…”

Crystal could barely breathe, and she was too weak to fight him off. I am going to die - she realized. She was terrified. She did not want to die.

Nathan tightened his grip on her throat and said, “It’s Gerald Davis.”

Crystal didn’t understand what he meant.

Nathan: “My name is Gerald Davis. Not Nathan. Nathan is weak and cowardly. Gerald is a strong warrior, and he doesn’t take shit from anyone, especially not sniveling, weak women! My name might seem difficult to remember, but don’t worry, I’ve got everything figured out. You see, you aren’t going to live long ever enough to get my name wrong again!”

Blood began to foam at the corners of Crystal’s mouth, her eyes rolled up to the back of her head, and her body began to shake as it prepared to give up its ghost. All the while, Gerald Davis laughed.