'Pissing' Off

ERICKSON ROERIG:

"WHERE THE FUCK IS RUTH, ERICKSON?! WHAT THE HECK DID YOU DO TO HER?!"

Mike roared into my ears as soon as I got off my helicopter.

"With the way you've been kept starving throughout this month, shouldn't you be eating away like a dinosaur?!" I tried ignoring him, walking my way.

Mike, grabbed onto my arm making me stop mid-way.

"That's not the answer to my question, Roerig!"

"You don't wanna mess with me Mike, I'm already at my level of being pissed off!" I glare at him.

"Oh yeah? Well, when are you ever even in a normal mood Roerig!?"

Alright enough!

I turned around and punched him hard. Harder than I have ever punched anyone in my entire fucking life.

He went knocked out on the ground immediately, spitting blood.

I was just about to go inside and vent out my anger on a punching bag, but this fucker can't help serving that purpose for me.

I went on my knees before his bleeding body on grounds and grabbed his shirt's collar starting to hit him over and over again and again.

I don't know where he took Ruth too.

All I know is that bastard must be doing some dirty BDSM shit with my girl.

I definitely don't wanna feel it!

I'm not the jealous types!

It's just that, this time, this bastard, he could even kill my Ruth and say nothing but a sorry to my fucking face!!

I don't normally give a shit about who she sleeps with unless she is alive, but now, that question, had a huge question mark on itself.

"Sir!" It was Rico who grabbed me back

"Sir, please stop or he will die! He is your brother sir!! STOP!!"

Thank God for Rico or I would have killed my big brother today, leaving the throne to be run by no-one but that creep called Nicholas Doherty.

I wiped my sweat with my blood soaked knuckles and snuffle big time.

"Next time, think before you act, big brother!"

Spitting off on the ground I started to unbutton my blood soaked shirt vigorously heading to my room upstairs.

The maids all approached immediately running around all over me.

"Good morning your highness!"

"Get my bath ready before I reach the bath-tub!"

My words, and they sensed I was beyond pissed right now.

Reaching upstairs, I was welcomed by none other than this powdered beauty called Leslie.

"Oh Eric, I missed you so much-" She almost threw herself in my arms but I shoved her away.

I'm just so fucking irritated in this moment that I would actually kill her right now. I don't care if she's pregnant with my kid or not!!

"Get the fuck off!! You bloody stink!!"

Leslie gave me a look like she was hurt!

Like that word actually existed inside her dictionary.

I took off my pants, followed by my boxers, without bothering about the towel and continued with my orders to Leslie.

"Try not to appear before me while I take my shower, or you would only end up becoming the victim of all the wrong things I'm feeling right now!"

I really don't know if she heard anything or not because that bitch can't just stop staring at my ass.

Ugh...

Whatever!

~~~

I was at the tub, trying to focus. Martin is smart. powerful.

I won't ever be able to figure out where he took Ruth to. I can't kill him. I'm not even thinking about it.

I just want Ruth to return to me. I know Martin would call, but only after he's done enjoying her body.

It's Ruth with him, it would take him days, weeks, months..? What if he never returned her?!

Oh, no!

With her uterus malfunctioning, Ruth is nothing but a trash now, men would enjoy and then throw away after use.

Just like the cheap use and throw pens.

Once it stops writing, throw it away.

No need of refills.

Ofcourse, Martin was one of those men who were a fan of using the cheap pens instead of buying the costly ones and bothering about the refills every now and then.

So then, should I wait?!

For him to call me?!

"Mmh!"

I hissed as one of the servants got my bullet wound touched accidentally.

I glared at her.

"I-I'm s-sorry your highness, I-I di-didnt see!" She bow her head down

The other maid brought the gun for me in no time and I shot her dead between her eyes.

"You were lucky I'm pissed. Or it could've gotten more crueler!"

~~

"Eric?"

Ugh! That ugly voice again.

She really didn't hear me, did she?!

Alright then.

I twist my neck, cracking my knuckles.

Let's have some fun then, Les!

"Get out!" I said stern.

Leslie's brighten up face fell down as she turn around to leave when I said again.

"Not you! I mean the maids! Get out!"

And the maids left us alone.

I saw her facial expressions into the reflection of the water I had myself soaked into.

She looked happy.

Let's see how long does it last.

"I can't believe you wanted me in here alone with yourself, Rey!"

She walked upto me hurriedly and started to massage my back when I grit my jaw and held her hand giving me a massage midway.

"You wanted to be treated like I treat Ruth, didn't you?!"

"Em...?" She blushed turning red.

This beautiful face, it doesn't suit her.

Physically, she looks better than Ruth, turning into the most beautiful woman in this moment, but her soul..?

That's the ugliest of them all.

"Do you know the power of fire?" I ask, picking up my lighter.

I like to smoke in the bathtub, so I have the package here.

"What?!"

"Alcohol catches fire soon!" I said, bringing the glass of whine to my lips.

I like to drink in the shower too. That's just my habit.

"Oh you'll get to know soon!"

I quickly got up and poured the whine over her head and clicked burn my lighter, setting her body on fire.

"ERI...IC!!"

She roared and I enjoyed her burning until she was dying and I grabbed her head to soak her into the water, extinguishing the fire.

Well, this is fun

Let's just repeat the exercise again.

Alcohol.

Lighter.

Burn.

Water.

Did it again and again, until the fifth time and she was beyond recognition.

"Wh-why?" She asked meekly once I was bored and she was nothing but melting skin on the floor.

I was Bored.

Not Done!

"You wanted to be treated like how I treat Ruth right? Well, this is how I treat her.. exactly!"

I said, grabbed a towel and walked out of my bath.

~~~

RUTH WALKER:

"Water!"

I cried with my dried up throat.

"Pl-please, I-I n-need wat-water!"

I was brought back to New York City. I know this because I know the view from up there.

I don't know exactly where we landed in New York because he had me blindfolded the minute we were about to hit the grounds.

Like he only wanted me to know the city I am in, nothing more, nothing less!

After that, he got my hands tied and knotted with the ropes behind my back and his men started to drag me alongwith themselves to this place I have no idea of.

Later when my blinds opened I was before an extravagant sauna, with all the maids ready to serve me and clean me up.

They didn't undo my hands, but cut the dress off of me and used all the essential oils and fragrant soaps to make me smell... Nice?

I was quite, definitely cooperating.

Mostly because I know these maids are all robots, following the commands of the operator.

They won't care about me, I need to save my energy to cry before the controller of these robots serving me.

Soon, I was taken inside an extravagant dressing room and was given the clothes of a maid.

A very sexy and revealing outfit.

And, blindfolding, tying me all up with the knotted ropes they yet again dragged me to somewhere, I have no idea of.

I was hungry.

I didn't even have a drop of water in my system from so long...

And above of all, I wanted to go back to Eric!

But tonight wasn't exactly in my favour.

~~

"I like to take different women to different cities in the four continents we own, tasting the flavour of romance in the air, as the cities keep changing. I chose New York for you, you know why?!"

I heard Martin's voice while his men were tying me up, locking my hands and legs in air into a star shape from some BDSM furniture, I suppose.

"Because, you're not Mine!"

He said and finally the blinds were taken off my eyes as I try adjusting my pupils to all the lighting in the room.

"If- if I'm not yours, why are you doing this to me?!" I asked while he enjoyed his drink, a few of the upper buttons of his shirt undo-ed, his chest peaking out of it.

"That Roerig fucking insulted my clients!! I had to insult his precious thing, shouldn't I?"

I laughed creepily grabbing onto my jaw.

"I'm not precious to them! Pl-please, Lemme go!"

I begged, as his hands roamed around the sexy outfit barely covering my body and stopped at the hem of the part of the outfit covering my breasts.

"It's funny how men like us, don't wanna accept that we can be weak as shit either, fall in love!"

"Aaahh!!"

And with that strong stroke, he thrashed the cloth off of my breasts, revealing my boobs to him

"Fuck!"

He grabbed onto my breast and squeezed into it roughly and then spanked on it, doing the honka-honka

"You're mammaries are sure appetising enough, cherié!"

"Ahhmhh"

I moaned in pain as of now, his hands slowly traced down between my legs as he pulled onto the fabric covering my pussy and ripped it off there in a slight movement

His fingers roughly rubbed against my clitoris after finding it's way into my pussy as I threw my head upwards, clenching my eyes shut, as tears rolled down my cheeks.

"Please! D-don't!"

"It's not gonna work, so why don't you stop wasting your energy and try saving it until I fuck you so you moan the loudest possible?"

He took out his fingers from inside me and licked off my wetness smirking at me and got back into his chairs, going back to his drinking.

"Why have you tried me up?!"

I started shaking my hands and legs.

"I've incited a doctor over. She'll examine your body through and through and then, if you don't have a sexual disease in you, I'll fuck you raw. Otherwise.. you know, condoms?"

"I-I.."

I started to stutter.

"I'm hungry. I-I need water!" I breathed out choking.

"I'll provide you good food and mineral water, queen Roerig. Just let me fuck you first!"

He said casually drinking from his glass.

.

.

.

Three hours and I'm still here, suspended in air in a star shape. My throat all dried begging for water.

"Pl-please! Just one sip would be enough!" I mumbled all weak.

He finally turned down the glaas against the table and got up, walking towards me and grabbed my chin up, glaring right through my eyes.

"You're craving water, aren't you bitch?! I'll let my men shower you into some then!"

With that ge unlocked my hands and legs, grabbed me up from my hairs and made me to sit in the middle of the room on my knees

"Boys?" He turned to around fifteen of his men guarded inside the very room as me and him.

"Give the beautiful wo an the water she wants! Shower her whole!"

And he stepped backwards.

His men started creeping closer to me, unzipping their pants, a twisted psychotic smirk pulled across all of their lips.

"n-No!"

Before I could realise what was to happen and back off, two of the hulk sized men grabbed my body in place as the others with all their dicks out, started to take a piss on me.

"N-noh!! Ple-a- mmmhh!'

I felt like drowning into that smelly liquid as the fifteen men stood around me, showering me with their excretion.

I heard Martin laughing as he was making a video out of all of it

"I heard the king of the Roerig's is in love with you?" He started

"Mmhh!"

I struggle through the piss shower, which was getting me hard to breath, forcing me to hate myself more and more.

"Love, it's another name for someone, who's your happiness, your pride! And trust me, it gives me so much pleasure to break your man's pride!" He chuckled and continued.

"N-noh!!"

I can't breathe!

I CAN'T TAKE THIS!!

Finally, after a five minute long humiliation the men left me and got away from me, zipping up, leaving me the smelly, urinal mess I was on the floor of that room, covered with the smelly water all over myself.

I suddenly hear his creepy laughter as he types away something on his cellphone, and finally looked up at me, laughing.

"Congratulations, Missus Roerig. You're a worldwide star now. With millions of Roerig worshippers watching the next queen enjoying the piss shower of some of my guards on her knees!"

He lean in to my body closer and continued into my ears again,

"Oh, and by the way. I sent one of the copies to your man, Erickson Roerig either!"