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Gods, religions, spirits, destiny. Since the beginnings of human civilization, people have tried to give meaning to life. Why are we in this world? Are we the only ones with life in the entire vast universe? Who created the universe?
Everything is supposed to have a beginning and an end. Before planets and stars existed, the universe was empty, but who created that emptiness? If everything was completely empty and nothing existed, who created that nothing? If everything has a beginning, who created that beginning? What was there before there was nothing? Why is there life? If nothing existed before the beginning, how was something created? If God created that nothing, who created God? If God wasn't created by anyone and has always existed, how is it possible that he existed in the first place if nothing existed? If he created himself, what was there before he existed?
The birth of the universe is the greatest mystery that humanity has tried to unravel. Faced with this unknown, human beings began to believe in superior entities, in gods, seeking to give meaning to existence. Thus, hundreds of religions were born around the world, each trying to provide meaning to life. However, religion not only provided hope, it also instilled fear. It promised peace after death, but also punishment for the wicked in hell, purgatory for those who did not faithfully follow its precepts, and severe penalties for heretics who strayed from its doctrine. History has shown that religion could offer comfort and peace, but it was also a powerful tool for social control.
With the development of morality, sins emerged, concepts that reflected the most reprehensible behaviors. Among them, seven stand out that are not only the most well-known, but also the most common: the seven deadly sins. These are greed, lust, wrath, gluttony, envy, sloth, and pride.
Initially, these behaviors were not seen as completely negative. Greed, for example, served as motivation for humans to pursue their goals and obtain what they desired. However, over time, greedy people began to be hated and repudiated for accumulating more than they needed. This hatred generated a vicious cycle, where the greedy also despised those who had less, feeling superior.
Envy, similar to greed, initially drove people to strive to obtain what they longed for. However, the church, ethics, and morality transformed this emotion into something negative, although in essence it wasn't always so.
Lust was severely condemned by religions, and by extension, by society. A woman who enjoyed sex was labeled a prostitute and, in many cases, punished with death. Meanwhile, an unfaithful man did not suffer the same consequences, unlike an unfaithful woman, who ended up dead. Lust was condemned mainly for being associated with crimes like rape, although in itself, and practiced with consent, it was not inherently bad. The repression of sexual freedom transformed lust into a detestable sin.
Wrath, in its origins, was a natural and useful response for survival in a dangerous environment. It provided the energy and determination necessary to face threats and defend oneself. However, as societies civilized, wrath became a problem. Religion and morality began to see it as a destructive emotion that led to violence and chaos, and thus, wrath transformed into a deadly sin that had to be controlled and repressed.
Gluttony, the excess in the consumption of food and drink, was in ancient times a sign of abundance and success. Over time, it became a symbol of excess and lack of self-control. Religion and morality promoted moderation, condemning gluttony as a weakness and a sin.
Sloth, the lack of desire to work or make efforts, was seen as an impediment to progress and prosperity. Originally, periods of rest were necessary and natural, but with the advancement of societies, the work ethic became predominant, and sloth was harshly criticized and punished.
Finally, pride, the excess of self-esteem and pride, could be a driving force that motivated individuals to achieve great things. However, when this pride became excessive, it was considered arrogance and contempt for others. Religions promoted humility, and pride became one of the most criticized sins.
Thus, the seven deadly sins reflect how behaviors that in their origin had practical and natural functions were transformed into sins as religions and morality evolved to exert control over human behavior. But by giving them more prominence, they fed them more.
In an era as modern as the current one, with pornography at the click of a button, junk food cheaper than healthy food, beauty above all, more sexual freedom, social media, and technology that makes life easier, it makes the deadly sins become more common than they already were. And with the world hugely overpopulated, that only meant bad news.
Why is it so bad? Because, if the negative energy generated is assigned to a single concept, that concept absorbs it and, therefore, becomes more powerful. So much so, that it is capable of interfering with human life.
CHAPTER 79- Saik vs The Narco. Part 1.
(Pov- ?)
I always believed I would be condemned to live in the shadows, hidden from others so as not to suffer. The rejection from my family for being the daughter of my mother's affair, the constant school bullying for my ugly and graceless appearance, my shrill voice, my acne, my huge glasses with a lot of prescription, my crooked teeth, I sweat a lot, fearful, cowardly... Useless at everything.
I've always been the perfect victim, that's why I... Finally hit rock bottom.
I looked one last time at my home. When I return, I'll be 18, I'll be of legal age, and since I don't plan to return to that hell I called home, I'm so happy!
Goodbye, shitty siblings, shitty treacherous mother, shitty cuckold father who isn't my biological father because his wife cheated on him for three years! Hahahahahaha! Finally, I'm free from that hell!
Goodbye to you too, shitty city! I won't miss anyone! Goodbye to my days of suffering! Goodbye to the abusive girls who took the little money I had! Goodbye to the idiots who mocked me for my appearance! Goodbye to the beatings! And goodbye, shitty incompetent teachers who did nothing to help me! I'll always hate you!!
Hehe. I should write this down, the sound of the bus moving away from that hell is giving me so much inspiration.
I opened my diary and started writing.
Today begins a new stage in my life, so... let's start from the beginning!
Fufu. Oh, hello, potential future readers. My official name is Daniela, but it's only temporary, in the future I'll be called "Paola" or "Netzi", I haven't decided yet. Netzi I like a lot, but I like it more as a nickname than as a name. Paola sounds prettier as a name. I'll decide later.
Oh, dear diary, or rather, my dear readers. Kiss, kiss. What? Wondering why I'm so happy? Hehe. My life is about to change! I was accepted into a private school completely free! Free? Yes, free! It's called "Institute for Future Leaders and Winners", or also known as "Fuliga Institute". Yes, yes, I totally agree with you. What a shitty name. It's not my fault, I didn't create it!
And why is it free? You see, this school is something particular. In exchange for great opportunities, like scholarships to the best universities, contacts with internationally recognized entrepreneurs and artists, and great job opportunities, you have to risk ending up with nothing. Or, well, something like that.
This high school is free, because if you fail a single exam, you're fuck...! Ahem. Sorry, sometimes I forget I'm a refined and sensitive lady. Forgive me, it's just that, since I'm so flat, sometimes I forget I'm a woman. I hate this body! But back to what's important, this school expels you if you fail a simple exam, and if you're expelled, you're totally forbidden from finishing high school elsewhere, even if years pass after your expulsion. Great opportunities, in exchange for being without your high school certificate for the rest of your life. A fair price in my opinion.
Wondering why it was created? No fucking idea. Seriously, I don't know, the government never gave reasons. And since no one is forced to enroll, they refuse to talk about it and get away with it. Ah, since the third world war, this country changed a lot.
Eh? What? You think I'm very smart and that's why I don't sound worried? Of course I'm worried! I'm not smart, my average is 67/100! And I heard that this school is at a much higher level than any other high school! I'm definitely on thin ice! Don't let my bottle-bottom glasses fool you, I'm not a nerd! I'm an otaku, I won't deny that, but I'm not smart!
Eh?! What are you laughing at...? What? You think it wouldn't affect me to lose the opportunity to have a high school certificate because I could marry someone and become a housewife? Hey, that's macho, sexist or whatever...! But I can't deny I thought about that possibility. Hehe. Unfortunately, look at me. Look at me! Oh, right, you can only read. My mistake. Later I'll put an illustration of myself. Pat pat. Ahem... I'm horrible. Don't let my great charisma and sense of humor fool you, I'm very ugly! I'm completely flat, no breasts or butt, I'm a board! My teeth are crooked, I wear huge glasses, my face has a lot of acne and I'm always sweating! I'm horrible! No man would notice me! I'm hetero, but if some girl falls in love with me, I wouldn't reject her. Something is better than nothing!
But, hey, at least I'm fun, right? It's the only good thing I have! I must make the most of it and...! Eh? Wait, readers. To the left, to the left! Oh, I'll continue writing later!
I glanced to my left. Kya! Who is this hunk?!
A-a very handsome guy sat next to me. From what I see, many girls are sitting alone on the bus, but he preferred to sit next to me... Why? This is very suspicious! Does he think I'm an easy girl just because I'm ugly?! Well, you're right! Come on, come on, no fear, take the initiative, my king! I'll let you get to third base on our second date!
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Oh... It was too good to be true.
He doesn't say anything, he just draws in his notebook, and he draws very nicely. He's drawing a Slime fairy or something like that. It's like a fairy, but her body seems to be made of Slime, because it looks like it's melting. Hey, hey, handsome, I also love drawing... Oh, no, now I'm embarrassed. It would be too weird if I start drawing like him.
Mmm... I got it! Hehe. "Accidentally" I'll drop my notebook with drawings.
La, la, la, la. Nothing to see here, just taking my sandwich out of my backpack. La, la, la, la. Oops, I took the sandwich out so fast that my notebook flew out. Oh no, what a tragedy!
I glanced sideways, full of hope and... Yes, he's picking it up...! Eh? Noooooooo! I'm an idiotaaaaaa! The people next to us are laughing at me! I want to die!
"Wow, good anatomy," he said, looking at the drawing.
Eh? Should I feel happy about his comment, you say? I don't know if he's joking or serious! The notebook opened right on the drawing of a man sucking another one off! Yes, I admit it, I'm a pervert! Happy?! I'm in full development, it's not my fault to be like this!
"Here."
"Th-tha... Th-thank you..."
I'm dying of embarrassment! Please, God, kill me! B-but without pain, please!
Why do I always ruin everything?!
"I also draw, but only fantasy monsters that I invent in my mind."
I know, I'll get a car! Dying from breathing carbon dioxide doesn't hurt that much, or so... I read...!
Eh?
W-what?
"D-did you... s-speak to me?"
"Did I make you uncomfortable? Sorry, that wasn't my intention."
Red alert, red alert! This is not a drill! I repeat, this is not a drill! A guy is talking to us!
"N-no, d-don't worry! I-it's just that... i-it surprised me a bit."
"Social anxiety, huh? Don't worry, I understand you. I had it before too."
You?! Someone handsome can have social anxiety?! I-impossible, he must be joking with me. Or, maybe... he wants to prolong the conversation?! This is your chance!
"D-do you also like d-drawing?"
"I like it a lot, it relaxes me. Look, these are my drawings."
He offers me his notebook. Oh, oh, I feel like my heart is about to explode. I was in the art club at school, but only the teacher was interested in seeing my drawings, no one approached me to see them, and I never approached them to see theirs because my presence made them uncomfortable.
For the first time, I'll see someone else's drawings... Is something horrible going to happen to me?! Why is something so good happening to me?! Life, God, destiny, don't play with me like this, don't be so cruel!
Hehe. But well, if I'm going to die, I'll die happy!
I took his notebook very carefully and started looking at his drawings.
Wow... They're so detailed. A centaur with human legs instead of horse legs. No, they're not legs, they're arms! How bizarre, but at the same time, so cool. A faceless Elf, but next to it is a drawing of a butt, with eyes on the buttocks, a nose above the anus, and I think the anus is the mouth. Oh, oh, this is so disturbing. Hey, handsome guy, you'd scare me, but you have so much talent!
"It's a bit creepy, but I prefer not to base myself on existing things."
"D-don't worry, I like them a l-lot."
"Could I look at yours?"
... Eh? D-does he want to look at mine?
No one has ever asked to see my drawings. It's the first time a person who isn't my teacher will see my drawings. Some students took my notebook, but to destroy my drawings. This will be the first time someone sees my drawings in a good way.
... God, if I'm going to die, I'll die happy.
"O-of course!"
I handed him my notebook and he started looking at them.
Oh, what happiness!
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Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes turned into hours. Time passed, but we never stopped talking.
We spent 5 hours talking non-stop! He genuinely listened to me!
Is life rewarding me for all the hell I lived through? Thank you!
But, unfortunately, everything has an end. We arrived at the school. Please, God, let us be in the same classroom...! Oh, right, I don't know his name!
"It was a long trip, but we finally arrived."
"Y-yes... B-by the way, w-what's your name?"
"My name is Saik."
"Saik? What a n-nice name."
Oh, how bold I am! Don't be so familiar, idiot, you'll scare him!
"Saik? No, my name is Saik."
Eh? What?
"Y-your name is Saik, right?"
"No, my name isn't Saik, my name is Saik."
Saik...? Saik, my love!
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(Pov- Saik, 14 years old.)
"Up. Hey, hey, up."
This idiot keeps sucking my finger while she sleeps. Are you a baby or what? Ah, sleeping while being hugged by her is comfortable, I admit, but this has to end. I can't keep avoiding the inevitable.
I try to remove her mouth from my thumb, but she's sucking hard.
I got up from the floor and stretched my arms. Ah, what laziness.
"Up, I don't have all day. Do you want me to absorb you by force?"
Number 31 finally woke up and lunged at me, pressing my head against her abdomen. I have my nose in her navel. It feels weird, but it smells good, like perfume. Is it necessary to smell good in that part of the body?
"Saik, my love, I had a nightmare! Give me affection to calm me down! And a little French kiss."
I put my hand on her mouth, avoiding her lips. Ah, now she's kissing my hand.
"Is there anything that can scare you?"
"I dreamed that... That... Oh, I forgot. Fufu. See the effect you have on me, handsome?! You definitely are the love of my life!"
"I just turned 14."
"I'm a ghost, the law can't arrest me! Our love is forbidden, but we'll fight together and win!"
"Better let's go home."
We left the storage room, where the physical education class stuff is kept, and as I imagined, they were outside.
"Saik Norsai," said the principal, crossing his arms.
That old man, my father, and the physical education teacher, were waiting for me. Ah, what laziness.
"Hello, old man. Classes are over, so you no longer have authority over me. Goodbye."
I tried to leave, but the physical education teacher stood in front of me.
"Ah, you won't escape again, son," said my father.
Ah, the trick of giving myself a fever to faint and avoid discussions won't work anymore.
"Hehe. Caught, darling," said number 31.
Ah, let's get this over with.
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"What do you have to say in your defense, young man?!"
"Ah, well, that old man hit me first, I just defended myself."
"You sent him to the hospital!"
"Don't try to scare me, we both know he just exaggerated to get money out of us."
"He was about to press charges against you!"
"Yes, I know. I was lucky he regretted it, right?"
A young Saik, who had just turned 14, was arguing with his father, or rather, his father was arguing, while Saik simply responded calmly. For him, it was a senseless discussion, as he believed he hadn't done anything wrong. That old man was Saik's Spanish teacher, and he slapped him because Saik fell asleep during his class, and since Saik wasn't paying attention while he yelled at him nor showed any remorse, he got fed up and slapped him. Any student would get scared, cry, or feel sorry for being hit by a teacher in front of so many people, but Saik reacted "calmly" and simply returned the slap. For him, that was calm, because if he had really gotten angry, the teacher would already be dead.
The teacher exaggerated and fell to the ground, taking the opportunity to expel Saik and make a lot of money by extorting his parents. Unfortunately for him, Saik already had an emergency plan in case this happened and at the hospital showed him certain photographs that would easily send him to jail. The teacher immediately regretted his statements and said he exaggerated to scare Saik.
Everything was resolved, but there was still the problem that Saik had hit an old man, and that didn't amuse his parents at all.
Saik yawned while his father continued yelling at him.
This was more or less common in their lives. Saik is not a good son, he's not even close to being one, but that doesn't mean he's bad. It's complicated to define. Saik is a very bad student and gets into trouble very often. He never starts a fight, but he always defends himself with violence, no matter what.
His parents try to make him change so he stops being such a violent kid, but Saik refuses, because his way of thinking is: "if I'm strong, no one will mess with me, and if they do, they won't come out unscathed."
His parents gave up on his academic performance, but they refuse to give up on making Saik a more civilized person.
"You can't go through life using violence as an immediate response! Think about the consequences your actions will have!"
"Yes, yes, I know. Is the food ready? I want noodle soup."
He tried to avoid the topic and wanted to leave, but his father grabbed his arm and pulled him closer.
Face to face with his father, who was clearly furious, Saik simply blinked a couple of times and touched the tip of his father's nose with his index finger.
"The bad man act doesn't suit you."
"It's not an act, son."
"Ah, I see... Should I pack my things and leave the house?"
"Ah, no, no, no. You won't get away from your punishment easily."
"Tell me, what punishment will you give me this time? I'm sleepy. Will you leave me without food? Without leaving my room for a year?"
"No, something much worse for you," said his father, smiling.
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(Pov- Saik, 14 years old.)
"Hahahahahaha! This is the life!" said my father, admiring the immense sea and hugging me.
"Ah, this is a hassle," I said, while I continue sweeping, since I was forced to help the cleaning employees.
We're on a huge ship, heading straight to Onperk K91 (formerly known as "Mexico"), one of the poorest and most dangerous countries in the world. After the fourth world war, that country was left in ruins, and the drug cartels took advantage of the situation to take over the country. The army was left in dust after the war, so no one could do anything to prevent it. And when other countries try to interfere, they kill innocents and threaten to make a worse massacre if they try anything. There have already been terrorist attacks in the countries that threatened to do something in that country, and that made them back off. I suspect that very soon there will be a war against that country, but they are so technologically backward that they don't pose a threat. There will be deaths of innocents, that's a fact, but it will be a small price to pay to eliminate them.
And why are we going to such a dangerous country? Community service... Ah, my father forced me to waste the family vacation and use that time to feed the poor, build houses, distribute groceries, school supplies, blah, blah, blah. He's risking my life, just so I learn a lesson in humility, see that others live in hell and I'm a privileged one who doesn't take advantage of the opportunities life gave me, blah, blah, blah.
I already tracked my father's money movements, he paid a million dollars to the cartel that owns the area we're going to. They won't harm us and will allow us to do what we came to do. When we return home, I'll recover that money and kill the narcos in this place, at least those who threatened my father for protection. I don't have time to solve the problems of an entire country, and I don't want to either, it makes me lazy.
"I'll go bowling with your mother. Clean well, cute son! Come on, come on, give your father a little kiss!"
I put my hand on his mouth, avoiding his kiss and hug. Do you really think you'll make me feel bad? I only avoid it because I don't like physical contact. I don't care if the people around us laugh at me.
"Go and give that kiss to my mother."
"Ah, wow, what an excellent idea! Keep having excellent ideas, champ!"
He patted my head and left. Ah, how annoying he can be.
"I wish my father was like yours," said a girl next to me.
She's my age, but she's a ship employee. Possibly helping her mother clean, since the lady next to her has the same green hair color.
She's not going to school, from what I see. I have a special permission to go on "vacation" in September, as long as I do the homework they send me, but no school would give a student permission to work.
"Although he's too mushy," she said, while I pick up the trash with the dustpan.
I won't deny he's a good father, because he is, I don't have a real complaint about him or my mother... Well, yes, one, and it's that they're too good. Why do they help so much? They just waste time. Life is too short to waste it on other people. I'll never understand that.
"The more affection, the better! Right, mom?!"
"Don't bother the passengers."
Her smile slowly faded from her face at her mother's words. Thanks, lady, you saved me the trouble of giving her daughter diarrhea so she leaves me alone the rest of the day.
"Oh... Yes, sorry."
I moved away from them and continued sweeping.
I hate people who talk to others with so much confidence, without knowing them. They're annoying.
"How sad," said number 1, coming out of my body.
She wiped her tears on my back and hugged me.
"It reminds me so much of myself. Can we help her? I don't want her to have to sell herself someday."
You see yourself reflected in her, huh? Ah, I don't know.
I don't want to help her, I don't care what happens to her nor does it affect me. I have no reason to waste my time on her. But number 1 has done an excellent job since I got her and has never disobeyed me nor tried to convince me not to do something. She's an excellent legendary ghost... Ah, yes, I think I'll do it for her. I don't want a situation like the previous legendary ghost number 1 to repeat. If they work well, they'll be rewarded. She'll use her reward on her.
"Start thinking of something," I whispered.
"Eh...? I-is that a yes?"
I nodded and she kissed my forehead.
"Thank you so much, Saik. Seriously, thank you so much."
She started crying. She's a bitter girl, but she seems very sensitive about this kind of thing. Empathy for people who went through your situation. Yes, I think I can understand that. It's like what I feel with rapists.
"Let me know when you come up with something quick."
"Of course," she said, smiling.
She returned to my body.
Well, back to cleaning... Eh?
That girl stood next to me and put her hands on my right ear. What is she trying to do?
"My mother is a bit cold, but she's a good person, don't be afraid of her."
And was it necessary to whisper that in my ear, idiot?
She removed her hands from my ear and raised her thumb, while winking at me.
"If you need help, don't hesitate to call me."
And she left... Seriously, how annoying. Doesn't she know about personal space?
Ah, these will be long vacations.
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While Saik cleaned, certain people were preparing for his arrival, and that action would be responsible for creating the second most important event in world history, after the defeat of legendary ghost number 100 at the hands of Shadow.
Band music at full volume and shots in the air, that was the atmosphere at the big party at the "Montoya" mansion, the leading family of "The Death Crows".
Women dancing for the hitmen, letting themselves be groped, drugs of all kinds, alcohol, bets, fights to the death of poor devils who had the bad luck to anger the wrong people, rapes of innocent women, deaths. Everything happened at that party, and seeing that only made the current leader of all those people feel disgust.
The deadly sin of pride, a young Lalo Montoya, watched them from the terrace, without showing his disgust on his face.
Two trucks arrived at the property and threw the heads of two young men into the pool, scaring the women and making the hitmen laugh.
"So you see what will happen to the sons of your bitch mothers who dare to challenge us!! Fierro a la verga!! Let's get to the good stuff, relatives!!" shouted one of them, recording everything with his phone.
"They're all scum," thought Lalo.
Two women were taken out of the trucks, a mature woman and a young girl, barely 20 years old. Mother and daughter.
They put the mother on her knees and threw the daughter to the ground, where they began to tear her clothes to remove them, and since she tried to prevent it, they beat her brutally in the face, with closed fists, without any mercy.
Her face deformed with each punch and both begged for mercy, but that only made them laugh.
Lalo's expression was cold because, although that was too unpleasant for him, he was very used to seeing that every day. And why doesn't he stop it? Because he can't, or rather, he's afraid to try.
"No, no, not my daughter! Do whatever you want to me, but leave my daughter alone!" screamed the mother, desperate because they had already undressed her and put her in doggy position.
Lalo was about to turn around to not see anymore, but a ghostly hand rested on his head and forced him to keep looking.
A ghost of an old man dressed like Lalo, a much older version of him, but unlike Lalo, that old man's expression was full of bitterness and anger.
"Be a man, you fucking faggot."
"Yes, father."
Lalo took out his gun and shot, hitting the hitman who was about to penetrate her in the penis, but he also hit her because the bullet went completely through the member, also piercing her leg.
Both started screaming in pain and Lalo jumped from the terrace, falling into the pool.
The shouts of praise didn't take long.
"That's it, boss!!"
"Show who's in charge!!"
Lalo got out of the pool and pressed a button on his belt, and upon doing so, steam immediately started coming out of it, or rather, from his clothes. A function to dry clothes instantly.
With his clothes now dry, Lalo stood in front of the young girl. Seeing her cry and bleed, with her face deformed by the blows, filled him with deep sadness, but for him, this was inevitable. This was his life, his destiny, he couldn't do anything to avoid it.
"Don't let her move," he said, without doubt or fear in his words.
Four men held her by the arms and legs, to prevent struggling, and Lalo unbuckled his pants, before the eyes of a mother who cried desperately, and begged for a mercy that would never come.
"I'm sorry. Seriously, I'm so sorry," thought Lalo, as he began to penetrate her.
His member filled with blood with each thrust, confirming what he feared most: she was a virgin. Losing her virginity in a rape, after seeing her brother and father murdered. A cruel end for an innocent. Lalo fills with impotence, but keeps a firm expression and continues penetrating her, trying to ignore her screams of pain and crying.
His father started laughing next to him and patted his back.
"That's how it's done, son!! Give it to her hard, no mercy!! Show that the Montoya men are insatiable stallions!! Hahahahahaha!!"
Lalo Montoya, the leader of "The Death Crows", a drug trafficking group that controls the coastal area, and that means...
"Boss, the Norsai family just arrived!!" one of his hitmen informed him.
His father smiled at such good news, especially, his crotch got excited.
"Sam Norsai has arrived. I want that big ass for myself alone!! I want to taste it already!! Hahahahahaha!!"
He took possession of one of the hitmen's body and began to undress the mother. His excitement reached its limit.
The worst type of hitman: sex addicts.
"N-nooooooo!"
"Idiot, not yet po...!"
"Let him do what he wants with her," said Lalo, while he continued raping the girl, who only accepted her fate and tried not to think about this.
Seeing her in that state, Lalo just closed his eyes.
"I know," he thought.
Main objective: Have Sam Norsai as a sex slave.
Obstacle...
"Ah, this place is horrible," said Saik, getting off the ship and seeing all the trash everywhere.
"I think you'll have little rest, punished boy," said his father, stroking his head.
"Ah, what laziness."
Saik vs Lalo Montoya. An inevitable encounter and, surprisingly, very even.
Saik will do everything possible to keep his family safe, and Lalo will do everything possible not to disappoint his father. A battle of pride.