All Chapters of The Impotent King Rises: Chapter 11
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Maura's First Assignment
Maura sobbed silently. Tears of fear streamed down her face. She felt small, exposed, and helpless before this predator."I'm sorry..." Maura whispered unconsciously. The word just slipped out. "Forgive me..."David leaned in, his lips brushing Maura's earlobe. Hot. "Save your apologies for tonight. You'll need plenty of them when I'm finished with you."David pulled back, the terrifying aura slowly receding, allowing Maura to gasp for breath again. He placed a black magnetic key card on the wet bar counter."This is the key to my Penthouse on Park Avenue," David said, returning to his normal, cold tone."You have until midnight, Maura," David continued, glancing at his expensive watch. "If you don't show up at my door on time... tomorrow morning at 8:00 AM, the files proving your two-million-dollar embezzlement will be on the District Attorney's desk."David straightened his suit. "Women's prisons in New York are rough for a beautiful woman
The First Night of Conquest
Maura’s eyes widened. Beneath the fabric, she felt something hard, solid, and terrifying. It did not belong to an impotent man. It was a weapon ready to detonate."How is this possible..." Maura hissed."I'm cured, Maura. And now, you're going to pay," David didn't wait any longer.He kissed Maura. It wasn't a romantic kiss, but an invasion. David crushed Maura's lips roughly, demanding access; his tongue entered, wrapping around hers, stealing her breath. Maura tried to push against David's chest, but his strength was unyielding, like a concrete wall.The kiss triggered something in Maura's blood. David's supernatural pheromones began to work. The fear and hatred in Maura's mind fought fiercely against her body's biological reaction, which yearned for this touch.David lifted Maura, settling her further onto the center of the desk, sweeping the stack of documents onto the floor where they scattered. *Crash!*"Now, serve your master,"
The Terror Begins for Camelia
Robert frowned. His police instincts flared up. He released the embrace, snatched his pistol from the table, and racked the slide.“Stay calm. Let me check,” Robert signaled Camelia to be silent.Robert tiptoed to the door. He peered through the peephole. The apartment hallway was empty. The hall light flickered dimly. No one was there.But on the floor in front of the door, a medium-sized cardboard box lay. The box was soaking wet, leaving a puddle of black water on the hallway floor.Robert unlocked the door, pointing his gun left and right down the hall. Empty. He bent down and picked up the package. It was heavy and damp. It smelled… rotten. The stench of river mud and dead algae.Robert brought the package inside and kicked the door shut.“What is that?” Camelia asked, her eyes wide at the sight of the wet box dripping black water onto her clean floor.“A package. No sender name,” Robert
Robert the Paranoid Cop
Drizzle slicked the Manhattan asphalt, reflecting the red and blue neon glow of the sirens from NYPD patrol car 542. Inside, Sergeant Robert Gable gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white. His bloodshot, sleep-deprived eyes kept darting to the rearview mirror, as if expecting a monster to materialize in the back seat.It had been two days since the package arrived. Two days without proper sleep. Every time Robert closed his eyes, he heard the sickening sound of a skull cracking."Damn it," Robert cursed, slamming the steering wheel. "Whoever you are, Franky or whoever... I'm going to find you and put a bullet in your head."The police radio crackled with static. The dispatch operator's voice was monotonous."10-4, disturbance reported on 5th Avenue. Nearest unit respond."Robert grabbed the radio handset. "Unit 542 responding. I'm close to the location. Over."He released the talk button. Instead of silence, however, the radio emitted
Business Meeting and Temptation
The 40th floor of the Titan Corp Building now had a different atmosphere. If the room had felt cold and rigid under Maura, now, under David Vexley, the air felt charged with dangerous static electricity.David sat in his new black leather chair, his back to the massive Manhattan window. Before him, a neat stack of Moretti Group financial documents lay spread out. The numbers on the paper were not merely building profits, but the flow of money laundering funds from casinos and black market trade, now managed by David using the Skill: Mathematics Genius.Knock. Knock."Enter," David commanded without looking up from the files.The door opened. A young woman with a platinum blonde bob stepped inside. She wore an overly tight pencil skirt and a silk blouse with the top button deliberately undone.Valerie, the new secretary sent by the agency this morning. Or at least, that’s what her CV claimed."Mr. David," Valerie’s voice was a sed
The Trap for Robert
Valerie’s scream echoed in the soundproof room. She reached such a powerful climax that her vision went white. Her body convulsed violently on the table, all her secrets and defenses shattered along with the sweat soaking her silk shirt.David’s system blinked with satisfaction.[Information Acquired. Eros Energy Absorbed. Lifespan Increased: +3 Days.]David slowly stepped back. He straightened his slightly crooked tie, his breathing remaining even as if he had just finished a business presentation.Valerie lay limp on the table, her chest rising and falling erratically, tears streaming down her cheeks. She felt empty, exposed, and utterly defeated.David walked to his desk and picked up the phone that had been lying there in Voice Recorder mode. He pressed the Stop button."A clear recording," David murmured.Valerie opened her eyes, realizing what had just happened. Her face went deathly pale seeing the phone in David&rs
Robert's Nightmare
An hour later, a thunderstorm struck Brooklyn.The abandoned Navy Yard district looked like the setting for a horror movie. Old red-brick factory buildings loomed in the darkness, their broken windows like blind eyes. The sea wind howled fiercely, carrying the scent of salt and rust.Robert parked his car two blocks away. He moved through the shadows, creeping toward Warehouse 4B. He wasn't stupid. He used SWAT tactics to approach the location, ensuring there were no traps.The warehouse was silent. Its sliding iron door was slightly ajar, leaving an inviting dark gap."Hello?" Robert called softly, his pistol aimed forward.Silence. Only the sound of raindrops penetrating the leaky corrugated iron roof. Drip... Drip... Drip.Robert flicked on the tactical flashlight mounted beneath his pistol barrel. The white light sliced through the darkness, sweeping across the vast, dusty warehouse interior. There were piles of rotting wooden crates, ir
Robert’s Frustration
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," the voice clicked its tongue. "Still arrogant in a position like this? Fine. Let's play a little game. I call it: Consequences."In front of Robert, a projector screen descended from the ceiling. The screen lit up, displaying a red digital timer counting down from 60 seconds."The rules are simple, Rob," the voice continued. "I ask. You answer honestly. If you lie, or if your heartbeat indicates dishonesty... you will lose something.""Lose what?" Robert tried to struggle, shaking his iron chair.A mechanical whirring sound buzzed beneath the chair. Robert looked down and screamed in horror.Right between his forcibly spread legs, a small circular saw began to spin. Its serrated blade gleamed under the light, spinning at high speed, just five centimeters from his genitals."NO! NO! TURN IT OFF!" Robert shrieked hysterically, his face deathly pale. He pressed his back against the chair's restraint with all his might, trying t
Camelia’s Financial Ruin
The Prudential Life Insurance office in Manhattan.Camelia Harrow sat in a plush chair across from a massive desk, clad in an expensive black dress—one of the few luxury items she hadn’t yet sold. On her beautiful face, she wore a mask of perfect grief, complete with a handkerchief she occasionally dabbed at the corners of her dry eyes.Across the desk, Mr. Henderson, a senior insurance agent with gold-rimmed glasses, was typing something on his computer."So, Mrs. Vexley," Mr. Henderson said without taking his eyes off the screen. "You are filing a claim for the death of your husband, David Vexley, in the amount of two hundred thousand dollars. Is that correct?""That’s correct, Sir," Camelia answered with a feigned tremor in her voice. "My husband... poor David. He slipped at the edge of the bridge and fell into the river. His corpse... I mean, his body washed away before it could be recovered. The police have already issued a missing person’s report presuming death."Camelia held h
Dinner with the Moretti Family
"Yes! You're a cop! You must have a stash somewhere!""I am not a cop anymore, you idiot!" Robert snapped, causing Camelia to pull the phone away from her ear. "I just walked out of Captain Miller's office. I’m suspended! Without pay! And last night... that bastard... David..."Robert's voice cracked into a horrifying sob. "He set me up. He stripped me naked in Times Square. My naked video with the caption 'Dirty Cop' has already been viewed two million times on Twitter! My career is over! My life is ruined!"Camelia fell silent. She didn't care about Robert's shame. She only cared about herself. "So you don't have any money? You can't help me?""Help you?" Robert’s voice was dripping with venom. "This is all your fault! If you hadn't told me to dump the body... if you hadn't forced me to kill him... I wouldn't be in this mess! You are a curse!""I'm a curse?!" Camelia screamed back, her tears of rage exploding. "You were the one who hi