Chapter 22 - The Don and The Priestess Rescue Quest 4 (2/2)

The young Don wanted to avoid any casualties as possible. If anything happened to the

Hermes learned from Nicolo that Captain Mattia would hand over the Priestess to the Handdog gang residing in District 3. They would meet up at the headquarters at 10:00 in the evening. The young Don had a new scheme that would eventually give him so much p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e.

”Oi, Nicolo,” Hermes called the sergeant who was standing firm next to him. His legs trembled as he looked at his eyes, ”Y-y-yes, Sir Aljen?” Hermes heaved a disappointing sigh once again. ”Do you want to live?” Nicolo quickly answered, ”Yes,” with several nods. The young Don's face turned dark as he approached the terrified sergeant. He patted his shoulder and smiled, ”Rejoice, my pal. You'll be promoted in Captain in an instant. Justin, we'll move now.”

Nicolo puzzled when he heard it. He asked himself, 'What the hell did he say? Unbelievable, what mess did I just enter? I'm dead!'

Meanwhile, four men who wearing the black cloaks entered the District 3 Headquarters. One of them had been carrying a bodybag on his shoulder. He gently put it down on the sofa and took a step away from it. The body bag had a small hole where the air passed through.

”Wonderful,” Captain Mattia who was wearing his official village guard uniform clapped his hands as he went down on the stairs. His henchmen bowed their heads on his stead when he finally kept closed to their distance. He asked, ”Is this our beloved Priestess lying down to my favorite sofa?” His henchmen answered, ”Yes, sir. As per the order, securing the target is a success.”

Captain Mattia simpered, ”Very well done. Boys, I want you all to stand by as our guests will arrive tonight. Hey, bring some liquors here to be served to our upcoming visitors.”

”Sir, what should we do about this captive?” asked the henchman. Captain Mattia opened the body bag and his sight caught the beauty of the maiden. She had platinum hair, beautiful face and fair skin that could make a single man fell in love at first sight. The fatty old captain gulped and licked his lips as he l.u.s.ted to taste her body. He took a cough, ”B-b-bring her to my room. She'll get cold if we don't bring her somewhere isolated, *cough*, I mean, somewhere that no one can hear her voice if she wakes up suddenly.”

”Affirmative, sir. We'll bring her to your room,” the henchman saluted, closed the body bag and carried it upstairs towards his room.

”I haven't laid today. It is bad for me if I don't release some stress from my body,” he licked his lips again and wiped out the saliva from his mouth when he noticed he's drolling too much. ”God, I love you. It will be best if I gob her before the guests arrive. God, please make sure she's still a v.i.r.g.i.n. I love to see her suffering.”

On the day before she got kidnapped, she received a prophecy. A prophecy where she would meet a certain person that would bring peace around the world. The God of Fate told her that hero would bring balance to all living things. Furthermore, he would be also her knight to serve her for the rest of her life.

The young maiden had finally woke up, raised her body up from the bed and rubbed her tired eyes. Her body felt cold. Her eyes opened wide when she realized she was only wearing a thin shirt. Her curves had been showed up because of how thin it was. She quickly covered herself with the blanket and she recalled that she was kidnapped by an unknown assailant.

”Good evening, Ms. Priestess. It's a p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e to meet you,” said the fatty old man who had been wearing pajamas tonight. The young maiden looked around for a second and became surprised at his appearance. ”What the f.u.c.k? It took you thirty seconds to finally see me here. Are you blind?” The young maiden flinched and she lowered her head, ”M-my apologies, I just cannot see you here because I don't have my eyeglasses.”

”W-w-well, that's a reasonable answer. Anyways, I hope you enjoy your slumber. My men told me that you didn't wake up for a long day since you've been captured. Those men were in panic so they called us instead to help them out. Their leader is not so kind if he learns his target still unconscious. Anyways, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Captain Mattia of the Neue Fiona Village.”

The beautiful maiden smiled and lowered her head, ”T-t-thank you very much, Captain. Thanks for saving me.” She believed the captain of this village saved her from the kidnappers. She heaved a sigh of relief when she realized she was safe.

”Now, we have no time. We should start it before they arrive.” Captain Mattia said as he approached her.

”W-w-what do you mean? W-w-wait, what are you doing, captain? No, no, please, don't!” her body got pinned down by the weight of the fatty old man. He grabbed her hands up to stop her from moving. The blanket had easily removed leaving her thin shirt showed up.

”No, no! Nob-” her mouth had been covered by the white cloth. ”Hmmm, mhm.” Her tears flowed down to her cheeks as she couldn't move her body.

”Shut up,” the fatty old man slapped her face and the crying young maiden stopped resisting. ”Good, good. Stop it already. It will be done quickly. Don't worry about it. I'll be gentle.”

The young maiden closed her eyes and she started to pray. 'God, please. Help me!'

”N-nice body, you have. Don't worry, I'll lick first your p.u.s.s.y. Next, taste your n.i.p.p.l.es and cuddle it before I put my junior inside of yours. Please be rejoice as I'll put my genes inside of your holy w.o.m.b,” the fatty old man chuckled as he slowly rubbed her t.h.i.g.hs to heat her up.

”P-p-please, this is wrong. If you lay your hands on me, you'll be cursed by God of Fate. Please stop this!” the young maiden begged. The fatty old man continued his fingers to cut her dress, ”I don't care. I'm an atheist. I don't believe in God. God is not real.”

The young maiden resisted, ”Y-you're wrong. God is real. He is everywhere.”

”Then, where is your God now? If he is here with you, then he will be here to save you. See, you're also surprised to hear it from my mouth. Now, allow me to taste your holy water. Don't worry, you'll enjoy it to the point you'll be in heaven peaks.”

'No, somebody. Somebody help me! Mambo, God of Fate, oh Hero of Fate, please save me!' the young maiden prayed.

”Hey, are you alright?” the young Don covered her body with a blanket. ”Please, rest assured. We are here to save you. Thank goodness, we arrive on time.”

The young maiden puzzled and she asked, ”Who are you?” The young Don heaved a disappointing sigh, ”C'mon. Don't just sit there and ask who we are. I am here to save you.”

'Is he the one God? The hero of the world? Oh, my God. He's real!' she thought.

”Please, forgive me for doing this, milady.” Hermes carried her. The young maiden, surprised, fl.u.s.tered as he carried her like a princess.

Unbeknownst to Hermes, it was her first time to experience this. The young maid recalled her childhood when she was twelve years old. Her grandmother told her that she was young when she met her grandfather. She told her that her grandfather was wearing a weird mask but he wore fancy clothes. That night, she got saved by him alone from the group of bandits during the voyage to the capital. One of the most romantic events happened to her: she got carried like a princess.

'Don't tell me, God. He's the one I've been waiting for? He's my soulmate!' she embraced his body and fl.u.s.tered with a smile.

On the other hand, Hermes had been in a bad mood. He thought that she was easy to carry but his arms had started to give up on her. Looking at her face, he had been concerned why the young maiden was smiling and her cheeks turned red.

'She must be frightened. She's in Stockholm syndrome? Nah, it is impossible. She must just keep her face like this to prevent me from worrying. Damn it, she's heavy. What the f.u.c.k those morons give you to have this weight? Screw you, Stump G.' his thought. 'Also, there is something I really concern about her. Damn it, she's smelling.... smell so bad!'

Going back to the young maiden, she looked at the mask of the young Don. She's curious who was hiding behind it.

”Hey,” the young Don asked, ”My name is Aljen. Can I ask your cooperation this time, milady?” The young maiden nodded with a smile, ”O-of course, I will.”

The young Don smiled and moved near to the broken window they broke in. She started to fidget her gaze down on the surface and the face of the young Don.

”W-w-what are you planning to do?” she asked as she slightly trembled. Hermes answered, ”Don't worry, you'll see it.” And he released the young maiden.

”Kyaaaa! Uh, eh, uh?” she opened her eyes, raised her body up and turned around her. ”A car? A fancy car?” She survived from the fall because her body got safely fell down on the soft backseat. Her eyes glistered when the top of the car started to be covered by its roof. She simpered when she saw a familiar face caught her glance in the front mirror inside the car. He was on the driver seat. ”Mambo, Mambo, Mambo, you're alive!” She crouched towards him and hugged the black man. He asked, ”Milady, please stop it. You're going to break my neck.” She released him and abruptly said, ”How rude, I'm glad that you're alive Mambo. Anyways, how did you survive? I saw you got slice by those kidnappers.” Mambo fixed his collar and replied, ”It'd a long story, milady. Please sit tight.”