CHAPTER 1: [Misfortune mishap with luck, and so the rabbit escape, but not for so long…] WARNING: MATURE CONTENT FOR 18+ [ If you are below 18, please leave, because it may not be suitable for your age. Thank you ] EL CASA CUATRO Dimly lit luminesce. The cheers of glee audibly roared coming from the sea of men present to watched the silhouette behind closed doors. An array of light, distinct hue and coloured panels ruptured the satisfaction the moment that the music became much slower. Beat awoken bestial pleasure. The primal whistled channel their disgusting drools. You make it look like it’s magic ‘Cause I see nobody, nobody but you, you, you I’m never confused Her lips protruded. With dangling earrings, and her bareness that had never actually matter as it was set in display for prying eyes. Looks she’s been used t
CHAPTER 2 WARNING: MATURE CONTENT FOR 18+ [ If you are below 18, please leave, because it may not be suitable for your age. Thank you :) ] The engine roared to life, and the drive towards Belize had put her at ease. As if everything’s been alright, and there are no worries she could tangle herself into. Belize is where Eve – no, it wasn’t her anymore. Rio. Rio grew up in Belize, whereas Eve were only made to entrails entertainment allotted for every guest on El Casa. Outside, the mask hidden were no longer her. Chicago, Beatrice and a few more memories about the stage hadn’t existed. Their absence that put forth her solace, and relief that no one invaded her privacy prior to what has been dealt with. She’ll work for the club, they could have compensation, but all business would be left behind four walls, and she would be unbothered. A sigh escape from her slightly parted lips. It didn’t tak
CHAPTER 3 WARNING: MATURE CONTENT FOR 18+ [ If you are below 18, please leave, because it may not be suitable for your age. Thank you :) ] Screeeech. There are series of screams. Shambles chain clanked, misheard pleas to be spared had never actually come so forth as there is no salvation. Soreness knocked through instill walls; distraught camouflage by endless sorrow – continuous- unending. The raging river flow. Anger aroused by something unjust were fueled to set ablaze, and berserk to destroy many that scarred, and harm innocence that was left to rot, and bygone for ages. Unbearable dreary nights overflow. As for the woman lying mindlessly, hopelessness and doom is what awaits for her. Tears-stained face, grim and sooth from how hard she cried last night painted the pinkish glow on her cheeks that almost mourn a pale blue colour of the cold wint
CHAPTER 4 Later that evening, El Casa Cuatro is full of rigor, one of the renown club around Mexico. Men loitered. The cheers of both sexes on vigour as they lost sanely –room confined by the smell of alcohol, smoke and sex. Sweaty bodies grind uncaring. Strangers who initiate intimacy in spite of unbeknownst circumstances. People on that place were driving themselves to ruin, but it makes them free. Cluttered disarray in a crude display to what excites them. “You are going to definitely rock that stage again.” One of the girl sitting right next to Rio – no, to Eve smiled at her. She have a fair skin, curls running on a semi-circle wave behind her nape and running around her neck put forth her appearance to be somewhat intoxicating just like her. A pair set of teeth, and dimples showcasing that it exist on each side of her cheeks. Clad on a lace robe, yet Rio knew better, the bareness
CHAPTER 5 [As the wind carry a malady that a flower leads to dither... Misheard pleas; voice locked outgrown mercy... ] WARNING: [ This include scenes, which is inappropriate for a younger audience. If you are below 18, you can stop reading and leave. Thank you :)] “R-ruscov—ah~h—...” Wails after another brazenly whimper moans that bounce back and forth from a lying woman; bareness shield by the sunlight seeping through from a barely open window. Sheets in mark of a primal needs conformed two person utterly in dismissal to carry out pleasure. The need of ecstasy, and the delight dwelled consciously they were blinded. Mounds exposed, suck and kneed, not until the loud rings in dismay made a fuss to the brewing sensation they are outstay and swayed; thirst in disturbance as the dial tone continue. The woman draw back from the kiss they
CHAPTER 6Rio silently lowered herself at the back of the counter. Hidden physique evoke for her to crawl until she could see through from the door on the 1st floor. Her hunch did not failed her. If reckless, it would only become a matter of time before those thieves scavenge what would be valuable on her house. It wasn’t just a woman, behind her is a group of thugs, 3 men in total in pursuit to the accomplice to urge the door to be open.“P-please! S—somebody!” Her cries compelled truth and anguish, only if Rio is a fool.Without much further ado, Rio opened a cabinet. To feel the wooden cluster and framed Beretta M9A3 without cradled teeter clutched on her hold. It feels heavy, and strange presupposed that it would come to trade her life had she least expected from. To carry it around embark the war it slurred over, a heirloom given scornful for unjustified actions. Rio never forge
CHAPTER 7If days had gone bad, it became much worst for the Belize station. It did not take for a week, before a new murder were reported. A man were find hanging on the cathedral, bareness in display, yet visage imposed how it was perfectly cut of as if somebody who are on the field of medicine is the main culprit. It was horrid. Both terrified priest and nun is in denial to how come that nobody noticed. Yet the autopsy says the male has been dead for over an hour. It’s stage, but no leads. All fingerprints that could have laid out some clue is absent.“This is driving me nuts.” Groans left Ruscov frustrated as he’s been over the information since the assignment has been given. The spouse and everybody related to the victims were interrogated, but their alibis probe that they weren’t the person that the law are soughing after.“Giving up already?” Senior Detective Charlie Conra
CHAPTER 8 BELIZE PUERTE, MEXICO A nasty headache excruciately is something that set to fester Rio’s mood. Another worst thing for how painful her back was after she dwelled on dreams on the tiled floor on her house sala. To recall what happened from the previous night drove her sour – the robbers and the vague memory of being knocked unconscious that cause her grew dizzy until morning came. “This is killing me.” She groans. Rio walked to the kitchen. She brewed some coffee to appease the growing headache, not before checking her phone to see any missed calls from Malcolm. A relief to breathe, when she found none. To worry him is least something she wanted to do. She takes small sips from her cup until her eyes landed towards the headline that caught her attention instantly. HEADLINE: A BODY WERE FOUND HANGING ON THE CATHEDRAL, MURDER OR A KILLING SPREE?