He set the holoprojector disk down on a dusty table and clicked a green button on top of the disk. It buzzed for some minutes as he stood there staring at it. The disk clicked and a holographic image of Ra's standing with his hands behind his back came on.
"Speak", he ordered grimly with a death stare hinting that he was furious that they hadn't made any reports on their progress.
"Where is Anqa? Why are you alone?", He asked when he noticed that Mist was alone. Their was a hint of worry in his eyes. He feared that Anqa might have been killed in battle.
"Ra's, Anqa... She'd gone AWOL", he said with a stammer. He narrated his ordeal to Ra's who just stood there and nodded. He was finding it difficult to believe that Anqa had betrayed him. She was like a daughter to him.
"You said they mentioned something about a horse man? Like a man on a horse?", He asked after Mist was done with his narration.
"It was rather a man with a horse's body. A centaur I suppose", Mist answered.
"And they said they'll contact the boy?", He asked again.
"Yes Ra's, she said they will once the cyclops situation dies down", Mist answered again. He bent away to cough with his palm over his mouth and his other hand on his stomach. He seemed he had coughed out blood as he stared at his blood stained palm. Then he looked up at Ra's who had been watching him.
"An extract team have been sent and on their way. You've done well and you're coming home Mist", he said and turned away heading for his exotic office chair. The holoprojector beep off as he sat and poured himself a drink. He just sat there staring into nothingness as he sips his drink and then nods. He reached for a button under his broad black table and slowly pushed it twice. The door flung open as two hefty men dressed in black suits walked in almost immediately and stood by the door.
"Fetch banati", he ordered grimly as he stood and went to stand by the window with his half empty glass of whiskey on his left hand. The two men left as swiftly as they came in.
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"Mmm... Ahh ... Slowly now", Talia moaned with her hosed legs wrapped around the waist of her personal chef. He was young and ripped, his butt cheeks clenched tightly together as he went on with the rhythmic movement. Her fingers wrapped around his neck, choking him slightly as she tilted her head upwards in ecstasy and supported her weight with her other arm on top of her wooden drawer that was screeching with every thrust. The chef was butt naked, as sweat trailed down his bare ripped back filled with scars and fresh red scratches.
She pushed him away violently. He lost his balance and fell on the floor littered with his clothes and her torn underwear. He groaned in pain but she didn't care. She jumped down the drawer and seductively took off her lingerie and flung it to God knows where. She went on all fours and crawled towards him slowly on her hands and knees. He tried to sit up but she pushed him back down with a finger to his broad chest and climbed onto his crotch.
"Ooof... Mmm", she breathed as it slid into her slowly. With her hands on his chest she moved slowly then increased her pace.
"Ahh!", He moaned as he grabbed the scented rug then released it.
"You like that? Mmm? Aaah...", She moaned as she rode him like a cowgirl riding into the sunset.
He was losing it. He reached for her waist and cupped it with both of his hands and dragged her towards himself then wrapped his arms around her as he groaned loudly and shot her full with his cum. He still had his arm around her as he heaved trying to catch his breath but then he let out a loud shriek as a faint crack echoed through the candle lit room. He was screaming like crazy.
"Don't ever touch me with your filthy hands 'ahmaq {fool}", she said quietly as she slowly slid it out of her all wet and bent. She stood up and watched as he screamed like a little girl.
"I don't think it bends that way, does it now?", She teased with a grin. Ignoring his panicked screaming, she jumped across him as he wiggled and screeched in pain and headed to her king sized bed. She grabbed her leather cigarette case as she sat on her bed still stark naked. She took out a black cigarette and placed it in between her well curved lips then grabbed her lighter and held it to the cigarette to light it but was interrupted by a continuous knock. She halted and heaved a sigh.
"Come in!", She ordered pulling the cigarette out from her lips and crossing her legs hosed with black fishing net socks.
"You better have a good reason for this uninvited visit, Raphael, Samuel", she said as the two identical hefty men in Black suits walked in. She didn't mind that she was naked, neither did they. Samuel pulled out his gun and shot the naked screaming chef in the head then put it back in his gun holster inside his suit.
"arsal walidak lak {your father has sent for you}", Raphael said in a deep voice staring her right in the face.
"Thanks for that handsome", she said looking at Samuel. He didn't show any reaction as he just stood there and stared towards her grimly.
"He wants you immediately", Raphael said plainly turning and walking towards the door, " Yalla {come on}", he said as he walked pass his brother who turned and followed him.
"I didn't know the legendary feared twin of hell, Malak ul Mawt {Angels of death} has become my father's messenger dogs. But then if he sent you dimwits then it must be urgent and serious. Tell him I'll be with him shortly. Oh and find someone to clean up this mess", she called out before they reached her door as she placed her cigarette back on her lips. Samuel stopped and looked back at her, "Nazaf alfawdaa alkhasat bik {clean up your own mess}", he scoffed and followed his brother out of the room.
"Aiish... One of this days", she threatened, annoyed. She lit her cigarette and blew up puffs of smoke then lay back on her bed...