"I apologize for my idiot brother." She said putting the tray of food in front of him. "No need, it's his nature, he can't help himself," Michael states trying to grip the fork but couldn't. So she assists him by cutting the chicken in small pieces. She then sticks a piece with the fork and lifts it to his mouth.
His lips close around it and he chews once then makes a face, grabs a piece of napkin, and spits the piece of chicken from his mouth. "Disgusting." He said, leaning down he put his lips to the straw in the soda bottle and drank some then made the same disgusted face as he looked around the room, not finding anywhere to spit the drink from his mouth he reluctantly swallowed it then violently shook his head and upper body as if to shake the taste from his mouth.
"Water please." He pleads. She grabs the bottle of water from the table, puts a straw in it, and puts it in his mouth. He drank almost all its content before pulling away. "What's wrong? You don't like the chicken or the soda?" She asks again baffled by his reaction. She has never met anyone who didn't like K F C chicken.
"No, it's disgusting." He said taking a deep shuddering breath, and he would be the first. She thought. "Okay try the fries." She said lifting a fry to his lips. He hesitates for a few seconds before accepting it. He chewed slowly but didn't spit it out.
"How's that?" "Oily but not disgusting." "Okay, now try the biscuit." She said offering him a piece, again he chewed slowly but didn't spit it out. "Merci, I should be okay if I don't touch those two." He said eyeing the chicken and soda with utter disgust.
"Please continue with your explanation of where Satan came from." He said drinking more water.
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(The attackers speaking in their native language)
"It's been over two months, any news about our dearly departed?" "No boss." "So we don't know for sure that he is dead?" "Oh, trust me, boss, he's dead, no one, no matter how superior he is, no one could survive that beating and that fall from our plane." "Where exactly did you dump him?"
"Not sure boss, on some deserted Island somewhere. Trust me when I tell you, he's dead and decomposed by now." "Good, now when the old man's wife and pregnant daughter-in-law-to-be disappeared he deploy his beast trackers to find them, so am I right in assuming that he has sent out those excellent trackers he had on reserve to find our daily departed?"
"Yes boss, he did. The two close friends of the dearly departed have also left to join in the search." "Idiots, too bad they will never find any of them." "What is your next move boss?" "Lay low for now, lets give the old man some time to process, all this, before we proceed, hmm." "Yes, boss."
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"Your girl has been in Razor's fortress for over two months now. Have you thought of how you will handle being around her when she is released? I mean, you know she isn't coming out of there a virgin right?" David's friend Jack asks.
"Ugh, I know, the things they must have made her do to them, yuck, serve her right, look how long I've been asking her for the pum-pum but no, she wants to wait until she's married. Please, and now instead of her first time being with me, it was with those disgusting assholes." David said with scorn.
"Eww, so you're going to ditch her when she comes back home, right?" "Ugh, in a way yes and no." "Uh, I don't understand." "Now don't get me wrong, I'm no longer interested in being with her sexually or any other way for that matter, not after what those pigs must have done to her and made her do to them but on the other hand, I can't just drop her either," David said stroking his chin.
"Why not?" Jack asks. "Because of her trigger-happy idiot brother, that's why, I've to be very smart about this. If and when she returns home, I'm going to have to act as if things are the same as they were before she left." David said still stroking his chin.
"It's a shame though, I loved kissing her, she is an excellent kisser but now I won't be able to stand within a few feet from her without feeling utterly disgusted much less kiss her. The thought of where her lips must have been and on how many men, she must have even been forced to use her mouth to satisfy the man she is caring for as well, Christ." David groans.
"This shit is so unfair! I've been pinning, drooling, and dreaming about her tight little cunt since she was seventeen, just waiting for the day when she permits me to rev it out and they got to touch her like that before I did! Even that asshole who came from god knows where got to sample her before I did! Just fucking unfair!" David states angrily.
"Chill out man, there's plenty of virgin fishes in the sea." Jack laughs. "That you're right about my friend but ain't no way in hell am I going to wait that long to claim them for myself. This shit isn't happening to me again, not in this lifetime." David growls through clenched teeth.
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"Have you found out anything about him yet?" Razor asks. "nope, man is like a ghost, he just dropped out of nowhere, literally." Blade laughs. "He didn't fucking drop out of nowhere, he was flung from a damn plane or helicopter or some shit like that." Razor snaps.
"The ones that did it are still out there, I can't allow them to get between me and my money. I want you to find out who they are, get some answers out of them about who this man is, and then I want you to kill them." Razor orders coldly.
"As you wish and I will trust me, now you said he was drugged before they beat him which could mean that they're spineless cowards who couldn't beat him in a fair fight. Which again leads me to believe that man in there is no average Joe." Blade said.
"Man, please, there's nothing special about him, he's just another lost American tourist." Razor snorts. "First, if you actually believe that, then you wouldn't have put so much effort into nursing him back to health, and second, I don't think he is an American. He looks more like a Syrian." Blade said.
"A Syrian? Come on man, Syrians are deadly motherfuckers, there's no way that man is a Syrian." Razor snorts rolling his eyes. "I guess only time will tell, by the way, word has it he's a vegetarian."
"Mhm." "And the plot thickens." Blade chuckles. "So he has been out of the casts for five days now, have you tried converting him yet?" Blade asks. "Nah, I was hoping to get some information on him first but I guess I'll have to go ahead without it," Razor said with a frustrated growl.
Thank you all for reading
Words of encouragement
Trust God's timing
Don't rush anything
Ans for riddle from Ch 11
The letter O, ha, good one, really how many of you
Actually got that, some of you were probably using
Your Atlas and google maps and all that got you didn't
I, alright-alright, here's another one, an easy one this time
What did the chewing gum say to the shoe?
Ans at the end of Ch 13, see you then my lovelies.