LOVE OF A QUISLING- A Blazing Inferno

ADDICTED (II)

Melanie lost count of how many times they did it that night. Lust was literally unstoppable. He seemed to be making up for all the times they were not together, and as he explored every part of her body again, she could only be grateful that he was all hers, or so she thought. Perhaps, if she had not been so overwhelmed by feelings of relief, desperation, pleasure, and ecstasy, she would have heard him murmur his deceased soulmate’s name over and over again.

She woke up the next morning to an empty bed, but she did not feel so disheartened. The effects of the previous night had not cleared off, and she laid in bed, content. If she died at that time, it would be with a smile on her face. After so long, she felt like a woman again. She felt whole.

Even when Lascivus returned to see her still sprawled on the bed, with bodily fluids sticking to her skin like glue, she made no move to greet him.

He ignored her at first, disgusted by her shameless act. She did not even have the decency to clean herself up after taking advantage of his vulnerable state and chose to remain on his bed like the sluts he often spent his nights with. But after a while, he carried her to the bathroom to clean her up. She was his toy, no doubt, but she wasn’t a one-time-use type of toy.

Only when she opened her eyes did he realize that something was wrong. Horribly wrong.

All things must be done in moderation, and excess is never a good thing. Even the healthiest of meals could become poison when eaten in excess. In his inebriated state, he had forgotten that she was human and had let himself go, satisfying her beyond the very limits of her already fragile body. It was a miracle she managed to survive till that time. Unwilling as he was, he saved her to avoid violating the rules of the mortal realm.

By feeding her his blood, he managed to bring her condition under control. She was still unconscious, and would most likely have to deal with the s*x-induced haze when she woke up, but at least she’d live.

After taking her to her room, he got rid of the soiled sheets and every other evidence of their intimacy. She’d survive, yes, but he didn’t want any investigations leading back to him, not when he was planning to return to his stronghold in Hell.

Melanie was found unconscious in her home after an anonymous caller alerted a nearby hospital. Two days after her discharge from the hospital, she received a piece of news that turned her entire world upside down.

Lascivus Läwst, the world’s most eligible bachelor c*m business tycoon and boyfriend of the world’s supermodel, Melanie Spears, died in a plane crash.

For months, she was the epitome of utter devastation and intense depression. Even the news that she was pregnant with his child did little to bring her out of that pit of despair. All these served to further exacerbate the withdrawal symptoms that set in as soon as the s*x-induced haze wore off.

With no regard for her health or that of her unborn child, she sought for s*x from all quarters. She started from her gardener, and then progressed to Lascivus’ personal chauffeur. In no time, she had all the male members of her and her ‘deceased’ partner’s personal staff servicing her at least twice daily, without fail.

When they failed to keep up with her- and they would, as a matter of fact, fail to satisfy her, seeing as she’d been intimate with a Sin not once, but several times- she turned to drugs to help her cope with the heart-wrenching pain she felt.

Soon enough, rumors began spreading. It seemed unbelievable at first, but several leaked videos gave credence to the formerly baseless claims. Concerned friends and family reached out to her, but it was too late. Apart from the fact that she’d shut everyone but the males she had s*x without, she was too far gone to be helped. She’d been tainted by a Sin, and there is usually no going back from that.

The entire world watched, heartbroken and shocked beyond measure, as their once stunning beauty queen became a shell of her old self. After she broke out of the fiftieth rehabilitation center in ten years, her family decided that she was best left alone. There is only so much you can do for one who does not want to be helped.

She was granted custody of her child after producing records that showed she was capable of raising a child. Even though the judge knew that it was a complete lie, he had no choice, as the ones in higher positions of power demanded that he simply did as he was told by subtly threatening him with the life of his family. Sleeping with the right men had its perks, and there was little anyone wouldn’t do to build a relationship with the mother of the heir to Lascivus Läwst’s empire.

Brandon, the little child that he was, rejoiced at being reunited with his only surviving parent. In his naivety, he did not realize that hell awaited him.

By seventeen, he was already desensitized to his mother’s manner of life. He was resigned to the fact that she’d never change, and he’d long stopped expecting her to. He continued living a mundane life, free of unnecessary drama, until his Awakening. Then he realized his demonic heritage, thanks to his partially deranged psychology professor who also studied the dark arts. He understood why none of his mother’s stories ever made sense.

He was lied to, all his life. And it wasn’t her fault, because those lies were her truth.

As he pulls away from her already shriveled body, he realizes his purpose- to find his father. And find his father he will.