DARKER

From the cold, dimmed bedroom of the private resort, a sound of groans of men filled with lust lingered in the corners of the room. The maiden was lying on the bed naked surrounded by ten hungry predators. Sumire's hands and feet were tightly tied and her eyes were covered in a piece of black clothing and her mouth was gagged as the men's lustful lips and tongue traveled all over her body. They also made her inhaled some drugs to put her in heat. Hissed a breath through clenched teeth, her throat held back something between a sob and a shout.

"I never taste someone as delicious as you are..." a hooligan whispered in her ear, licking the right side of her neck and main ear.

"You taste good..." said another man who sucked the left side of her neck and licked her jaw.

Sumire kicked the other man with all her might when he tried to kiss her legs but he immediately dodged. She immediately received a punch in the stomach that almost took her breath away and curled up on the bed in excruciating pain.

"You'll never kick us hard this time, babe." A man harshly pulled her right leg up and another man on the other side. They sucked on her legs which slightly lifted her body on the mattress.

"Save your energy. You'll gonna need it later." They started kissing her lewdly from the chest to the tip of her toes. Sumire tightened her grip on the chains that bound her two hands to the bed, weakened. She tried to resist but the strength left her. The cloth that blinded her sight was soaked with tears and she could taste the pain and grief on her lips. The maiden couldn't do anything while the flock of men worshiped her whole body tirelessly. Her skin run pale and looked like a banquet of food feasted by hungry vultures.

Sumire was in that cruel situation when the door of the private room suddenly broke open and a man bust inside inflamed by bloodlust when he saw her in the hands of filthy and shameless men.

"Who are you?" A naked man angrily asked who positioned himself between Sumire's legs to claim her.

Dangerously calm, cold, and callous, Mort faced them remorselessly. "I'm someone who is destined to swat you."

Mort began his rampage like a beast and kills them like a flash of a bullet. He brutally twisted and ripped their heads off, tearing their torso and limbs. With his extraordinary strength, Mort ruthlessly pulls their hearts out with his bare hand. The rest of them tried to fight back with knives and chains but Mort moves like a killing machine, ruthlessly slitting their throats with it. The sound of broken ankles, splashing of blood against the wall and floor, and grunts of pain echoed throughout the place. No emotion cruised on his face and the blood of the men he killed painted his face. No one is spared from his gruesome killing spree that lasted only up to ten seconds.

From the outside, Klauss, Narco, Leroy and Lyric, and other well-trained killers/cleaners surrounded the private resort, heard the resounding chilling blood-curling screams of men being killed by their Boss echoing the night.

The ten men who sexually assaulted Sumire are now lying lifeless on the cold floor bathed in their own blood. Mort really did good artwork this time but he wasn't satisfied yet. He smashes and stomps their lifeless faces to smithereens with his feet making the murder scene in grisly detail.

Mort went to the bed where the blindfolded maiden was. He pulled the cuffs wrecked that chained her in the bed with just one hand. He removed the wet blindfold and gag from her mouth and the bleary, closed eyes appeared to him. It was painful to see her like this. All he could do was embrace her and let the torrent of her tears soak through his shirt. He could hear her silently screaming, suffocating with each breath she took holding onto her pride. His vision darkened even more when he saw the bruises on the side of her lips, hands, and body. She was shaking uncontrollably, crying inaudibly until she gradually lost consciousness.

Mort covered her nakedness with his large shirt. He even saw his long sleeve torn shreds on the side of the bed that Sumire was obviously wearing before she was abducted.

He scoped her out of the bed and sauntered in the middle of the pool of blood and pile of mutilated cadavers out of the private room.

"Is it done?" Lyric asked Narco when they heard no more screams from inside. But Mort's heavy step and emanating dark auras around who has just descended accompanied by a cold breeze gave chills to their bodies appeared to them.

The four of them were petrified in their place when they saw the maiden unconscious in Mort's arms. She had bruises on the side of her lips, arms and legs. Their hunk Boss appeared half naked and saw his big shirt on Sumire. Mort's hordes of men quickly turned their backs when they saw the maiden's helpless situation.

"Boss...." Klauss said almost in a whisper when Mort was in front of them whose eyes dawned on the maiden lying asleep in his arms. Her dry tears were still visible on her face.

"Prepare my yacht. Take us to my island." Mort ordered Klauss and the secretary quickly obeyed and bowed after him. He turn his back and headed to the port with big strides, jaw clenched and gritting his teeth in anger when he saw Sumire's poor condition. For the very first time, he felt pity for her.

"And you three, clean up the mess," Mort commanded Narco and the twins. They cast a silent long glance at Sumire before they head inside the resort and the bunch of men followed them.

..............

When Mort carefully laid Sumire on the bed of his room on the exclusive yacht he owned, he immediately dialed his grandfather's phone number and the old man answered it after a few seconds.

"Mort, wha---"

"What if the Massoullèves find out what they did to Sumire?" Without beating the bush, Mort dangerously greeted who cut the old man off midway, "What will you do?" He darkly added.

The deafening silence is loud on the other line, Don Zagreus was about to answer when Mort hung up on him. He went back to Sumire and start cleansing the bruises on her body.

The Head elder of the Aslanov clan looked down at Charlotte who was weeping on the floor and her grandpa who quickly drive to their manor to apologize.

The Don of the De Mavius clan angrily faced Charlotte whose cheeks were badly swollen after she receive a slap. After he found out what he ordered to abduct was a Massoullève, he summon his hooligans to fetch Charlotte and bring her back to the manor. Furious, he slapped her thrice across the face.

"I'm so disappointed in you! Because of what you did, you ruined the family's reputation! Ingrata!" He seethed. His body is shaking fueled with anger and the veins popped out on his forehead.

"I'm sorry grandpa, I'm just desperate. I have no choice." Charlotte's eyes are reddened in tears and heavily bruised. She is still on the floor, kneeling and begging for forgiveness from the two elders.

"You're not only desperate, but you're also stupid. Because of what you did, you put the two families in jeopardy. The Massoullèves is not the one to mess with." Don Zagreus coldly said and faced emotionlessly the Head elder of De Mavius. "Because of what happened, I'm severing our business relationship." He added and left Don Zagreus and Charlotte alone.

The Don faced Charlotte who was already bowed on the floor muttered incoherently and apologize relentlessly, "From this day, you are banished! Don't ever show your face in the manor!"

...............

The dawn on the east side had already broke. A mixture of yellow and orange on the horizon beneath a dark neon blue ocean of night had begun to peek out. As the sun continuously rose gloriously in paradisiacal heaven, all of the purple and deep blue faded away, and the sun took its mighty position at the top of the sky, shining so very blindingly beautiful.

This empire island located in the middle of the world holds only one expensive and luxurious house. It is small, yet with such a magnificent view that combines the beauty of forest and the ocean together can take anyone's breath away. The sounds of birds, the sound of the sea crawling onto the sand. Streaks of sunlight filtered into the room from the glassed window.

Naked under the white sheet, Mort just stared at the sleeping beauty on the bed. Her face is now serene. He was sitting on a kingly chair on the side of the bed while sipping on his wine even the dawn breaks the eastern horizon. He had a few bottles of wine and keep watched over her all night. She was groaning in pain as the tears keep streaming down her cheeks.

He blames himself for what happened to her. If only he stayed on her side. Mort clenched his fist almost breaking the glass in his hand. He walks towards the bed and touches Sumire's cheek when she suddenly flinches and screams as she instinctively grabs his hand.

"No! Please! Don't!" Sumire cried out loud with her eyes tightly closed. She trembled and gripped Mort's hand so tightly that her claws dug into his skin.

"Calm down, malyshka. It's me," Mort said as he quickly cupped her face. She opened her eyes which sparkled with tears, her lips were quivering. "You're safe now," he gently added and wiped off the tears that keep forming in the corners of her eyes. He cage her with his warm embrace but was interrupted when someone knocked twice on the room and it opened.

"Boss, the breakfast is now ready." Klauss appeared to them with an apron on and spatula. He glanced at Sumire who had her face pressed against Mort's chest and her hand was trembling, tightly gripped the white blanket to cover the nakedness.

'Those demons should be tortured first before sending them to hell.' Klauss mumbled angrily in his mind but his attention was caught when Mort suddenly spoke.

"You are dismissed. Come back here after three days." Mort ordered, he ran his fingers through her hair, time and time again, in an attempt to calm the silent war within her mind.

"Will do, Sir." Klauss bowed and left them in the room.

Sumire hugged him back when she finally recognized Mort's scent. She slowly crawled up and her nose traces his neck and buried her face there thinking she was in a dream with the man she loved. Mort let her sniff him and he caressed gently her arms.

"I'm sorry if I arrived late last night. I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Mort deeply apologizes over and over again in a low but soothing tone.

When she realized that it wasn't a dream, Sumire let go with fright and moved away from him, pulling the sheet and crawling against the headboard of the bed, which slightly surprised Mort.

"D-don't...t-touch...m-me...I'm already dirty... I'm no longer worthy of you. I've been touched by many men...please, find somebody else and forget about me..." stuttered, Sumire sobbed overwhelm with disgust as she tried to erase the nasty touch of the men on her skin who had taken advantage of her last night.

"What are you talking about?" Calm and serene, he asked and slowly approached her place. Sumire was shrinking back on the headboard.

"You know damn well something happened to me last night." She said between her sobs and sniffs. Her eyes clouded with tears while biting her lower lip.

"Yes, but they didn't succeed in what they planned." Mort calmly replied that Sumire stared at him.

"W-what d-do you mean?" Her voice cracked, with her nose and the corners of her eyes reddened.

"I killed those bastards before they could take you." With his dark expression, a deep but dangerous tone Mort replied who was already leaning hugely against her and staring deeply. Freeze on her place, Sumire can smell the scent of wine from him drifting and showering on her face.

"But...I'm not clean anymore. Their disgusting touches... and kisses...." her vision went blurry with tears as she rubs her skin relentlessly. "I feel so filthy... I feel like this is no longer my body, I feel--" Sumire was cut halfway when Mort suddenly grabbed her with a kiss. Her eyes widened in surprise and a single tear rolled on her cheek. She was stunned, but she didn't resist. He gently parted her lips and invade her inside, their tongues were entwined, tasting each other. He slowly lay her back on the bed and placed himself on top of her. She could feel his hunger and desire for her. When their lips intimately parted after the long breathless kiss, Mort held his gaze locked with hers.

"You're not dirty. I don't care if they touch you. I will rewrite those bad memories and place them with mine you'll never forget."