Columbian Penis
F*ROMANY**
| followed Damien and Alex into the meeting room, despite that | didn't want to. The moment | stepped inside |
felt nauseous. My eyes went straight for the right and left sides of the room. To the couches that had been
shrouded in darkness last night. Today the dim overhead lighting was turned on and the seats were empty. Still,
it was like | could hear the groans of invisible men and see their shadows moving along the cushions. Although |
knew there wasn't anyone physically there... | couldn't shake the feeling of them watching me.
Ripping my eyes away, | noted Alex and Mickey arguing in one corner and Damien and Tiny setting up a tarp to
the right of the table.
That's when | saw her. *Stella.* She was seated in the wheelchair that Father Mateas had been tied to a couple of
weeks ago. She wasn't tied up like he was, but she certainly didn't look comfortable sitting there. *What the fuck
are they planning to do with her? Why is she in that thing?*
I've seen it a couple times now and it always comes out of this room bloody. *They wouldn't... right? She's a
woman.* There are four men in this room and if any one of them thinks that I'm going to sit here and watch them
*torture* her, I'll leave today. And | won't go alone either, | roll that cunt Stella out withjust to make a point. |
won't take her any farther than the driveway, but | won't leave her for them to butcher either.
Facing forward, my eyes caught on the armchair directly across the table - Alex's seat. The seat he was in last
night when I... when he... ugh!
Again, | shook myself, clamping my eyes shut to chase the memory of that horrible thirst away, but it just wasn't
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtgoing. With a curse on my lips and a glare in Alex's direction, | stomped over to the water dispenser next to the
caband grabbed a glass from the shelf, filling it to the brim.*Fucking bastards!* As | drank it down it
occurred to me, in twenty-three years I'd never even smoked a joint. Not a *cigarette*, not a bowl! | drank, but
that was it. | hardly even did that! They *destroyed* that for me. They fucked off God knows how many of my
brain cells by dopingup with that liquid fire! It was my sobriety, *my#* life drug free and they took* it from
me! But that's not all they took! *Fuck!*
| filled another glass and began drinking again, freezing when | noticed Alex staring at me. *Oh! So he does
remember what | look like. Nice.* For a moment, | can't decipher the expression on his face. He almost looks
stunned, or... ashamed. Mickey is still talking to him and he clearly isn't present. But half a second later he
makes the quickest recovery known to man. Not only does he manage to stare through me, but he does it with
fire in his eyes, angrily turning his back onto snap at his cousin.
The tomblike echo of the heavy wooden doors being shut and locked, tolls through the room and an eerie silence
drenches the space. It's like we're all suddenly underwater and nobody's breathing. | notice Stella is now
positioned over the center of the tarp, illuminated in a circle of white light coming from the panel in the ceiling.
The rest of them are seated around the table staring at her. Alex in his seat, Damien directly across, then Mickey
and Tiny on one side. There's an empty chair between Tiny and Damien at the end of the table and | wonder if
it's supposed to be for me. Alex lights a cigar while Mickey lights a cigarette and | suddenly need another glass
of water. "We can begin when everyone is seated," Alex said, taking a long drag of the Columbian penis he was
smoking. "Or we can stay here until we all die waiting on the woman."
*The woman? Seriously? Oh you motherfff... lettake a seat because | want to get this over with.* The
*minute* we finished in this room, | was going to find out just what crawled up Alex's ass.
| made an enormous amount of noise pulling out the chair then slamming my glass of water on the table. Then
again after I'd sat down, scooting the seat back and forth a few times to try and fuck up Alex's wooden floor.
Each t| succeeded in honking the wood, Alex flinched, a muscle working in his jaw.
*Con Alex... yell at me.*
"Are you chewing on that cigar, or smoking it?" | snapped, crossing my legs and my arms in irritation.
Mickey chuckled, smiling widely as he finished his cigarette then laughing again when Alex glared at him.
"The woman is seated!" | announced, just in case he missed it, because he still wasn't doing anything.
More laughter erupted around the table from everyone, but Alex. | even thought | saw Stella crack a tiny little
smile.
But all that died quickly when Alex slammed a gun down on the table, then spun it like a top, before stopping it
when it was pointed at Stella.
"I'm going to give you a minute to take inventory of every single thing you have ever done in my employ, Stella.
Then you are going to neach and every instance that you went behind my back. You will have only one
opportunity to cclean, and if you choose not to? Not only will your pain begin, but you will live a lot longer
than you'll want to."
"A-Alex!" Stella stuttered, tears spewing from her eyes. "P-please!"
"Goddamnit with the begging," Alex snapped, leaping out of his chair to get in Stella's face. He began shouting in
a voice so loud | had to cover my ears, "Do not call my name! Do not beg me!!! All | want you to do is tell me
what the fuck you have been up to, Stella! Nothing else! Is that understood?!"
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm*)esus Christ. Alex DeMarco really is a psychopath. And nuts too.*
"Y-yes. O-okay," she stammered and | couldn't help but feel sorry for her.
A coil of rage was building inside ofand | snatched my glass of water off the table, emptied it, and then
closed my hand around it, just in case | needed something to throw.
"Good," Alex said, backing away from her to sit back in his chair. "Now, if you're having trouble deciding on which
of your treacheries to start with, I'll make a suggestion. Why don't you tellabout... Santos." *Oh shit.*
*This is my fault...*
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