TWISTED FATES BOOK 2: EVEN MORE TWISTED

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I had been out on another errand for Dasha for the last couple of days, gathering a few more recruits for her makeshift army. As I made my way back through the dim, gloomy corridors, I caught a scent. It wasn’t very pungent, and it was mixed with blood.

Her blood.

My instincts led me in front of the closed-door, where her scent was overwhelming my senses. The tiny hairs on the back of my neck stood on end as I felt my rage begin to surface. It was the twat’s room. I was able to discern that Samantha was not in his room, but her blood’s strong odor was lingering behind the closed door none the less which was cause for concern.

As if on cue, he must have felt my presence, and his door was pulled open. He stood there holding onto the door as a sickeningly smug smirk slithered across his lips.

“Oh, it’s you.”

“Who else would it be?”

“I sent for one of the newbs to service me. Thought it was one of them.”

“Well, clearly, that is not the case.”

“Clearly.” He rolled his eyes in annoyance.

My eyes glared at him. Even though he recently took a shower, Samantha’s scent was all over him. I played off my obliviousness as I allowed my eyes to scan his small room swiftly. My sight immediately fell upon a small towel laying on his bed, which looked to have deep brownish-red stains saturated into it.

Her blood.

“Something you need?”

I snapped my attention back to the idiot in front of me, maintaining my unruffled façade. “You could say that.”

“Look, asshole, I don’t have time to dick around with you and your mystery visit. So spill or fucking leave. As I said, I’ve got company coming.”

This imbecile had no idea about the predator he was provoking to rise to the surface. As much as I wanted to rip his heart out, I couldn’t just do so without cause. Sadly, I needed to confirm my suspicions before I handled him.

“Right. Well, if you must know, it seems that Dasha was rather irritable about one of those blasted vials that contained the manipulation concoction. You understand how just one vial in the wrong hands could be revered as a potential threat as it could be used as a deterrent against her. She keeps quite a close eye on all of her weapons. She mentioned that you had been given one as a failsafe when you went out on your reconnaissance trips. She has since realized that you had not been provided the proper instructions on how this particular item should be handled, which could cause potential issues if misused. Dasha advised me that she would like it returned to her and has charged me with retrieving it from you.”

A brief look of alarm flashed in his eyes before he looked away and responded.

Gotcha!

“Uh…hmm… well you see, um…I kind of broke the vial when I was spying on the mutt’s pack lands. One of the pack’s guards almost got wind of me, so I dashed away without paying attention to it in my pocket and it … uh … shattered.”

“Pardon me. Did you just say that you broke it?”

The cheeky bastard was lying. It was all I could do to contain myself and not divulge that I had just bullshitted him into admitting he had taken one of Dasha’s vials. This factor only solidified my assumptions; he must have used the blasted potion to overpower Samantha.

“Yeah. I fucking broke it. Sue me. I wasn’t too concerned with that shit. I was more worried about getting myself not caught. I’m sure even her bitchiness would accept that.”

“I see. Well then, I shall relay your explanation to Dasha straight away. I must say at least you hadn’t used the vial. Otherwise, that could have created quite a … dilemma.”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, how silly of me. You didn’t know…of course not, forgive me. This issue was something I had discussed with Dasha privately. It is about the side effects that I had incurred when I used the potion on Samantha. “

“Side effects?”

“Yes. It seems, when I accidentally came in contact with Samantha’s infected blood, I was inadvertently afflicted with, shall we say, a certain malady which made it rather difficult for me to perform for several days.”

“Wait…what?”

“Impotence, you fool. I wasn’t able to partake in carnal pleasures.”

“And that happened because of the potion?”

“Yes. But luckily for me, I had only come in contact with a small amount since it only requires a few drops to ensure the desired submissive effects of the mind control. Dasha provided me with an antidote that cleared up the issue straight away, so now I feel right as rain.”

“So, wait, how do you know it was because of that potion? Maybe it’s just you having a defective little dick.”

I laughed. This imbecile was trying to insult me while grasping at straws from my little ruse.

“I assure you. My libido has never been in question. It was the potion. Dasha’s remedy instantly returned me to my natural vigorous nature. I must say, you should feel lucky you were not exposed to the vial you dropped. One can only imagine the effects that an entire contents’ worth would have.”

“Yeah…. lucky me. So, um, Dasha has the antidote you say … for, you know, in case something happens in the future?”

“No, no. Dasha concocted a batch for me at my request. Should that horrid situation arise, Goddess forbid, I would have to ask her to formulate me another dosage.”

“Oh…”

“Well, I’m sure I’ve wasted enough of your time. I must inform Dasha about the broken vial of potion in hopes of ending her paranoia infused tirade.”

“Actually- “

“Yes?”

“You know, it was my fuck up. Why don’t I just go and tell Dasha myself? No use in you taking the heat for my mistake.”

“Are you certain?”

“Yeah, for sure. I’ll just go right now and get it over with.”

“Well, if you insist. Then I shall take my leave and retire to my room for the night.”

“Yep, see ya.”

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Justin

FUCK!

SHIT!

Dammit, Dammit, DAMMIT!

I can’t fucking believe I have to go see the bitch-boss with some sorry excuse for why I need her to make me an antidote for her stupid potion. I’ll be damned if I can’t get my dick wet when I want to. I’ll just tell her I broke it and cut myself trying to clear it up. That’s a good lie; she’s dumb enough to believe it. Sure, she’ll probably have her little bitch fit, but she’ll get over it. Hell, I’ll even sweeten the deal by giving her a little pickle tickle as a test drive to make sure my shit’s working right.

I gave a brief knock on Dasha’s door before I let myself in, and to my surprise, not one but two people glared at me. One of which was holding the fucking towel I brought back from Sammie’s place.

“Dasha- “

“Close the door, Justin; we need to have a little talk. It seems you’ve been a busy little bee today. Why don’t we start with you explaining why the fuck you have this towel in your room covered with that bitch’s blood?”

“It’s not what it looks like, D … I found it and took it, that’s all.”

I glared at Mr. Creeper, who I know was responsible for taking that memento from my room.

“You found it?” She arched her brow as if she doubted me.

“Yep. It was out on the lawn, and I grabbed it, you know, just as an impulse.”

“Interesting. But if that’s the case, then why don’t you try explaining why your semen is mixed in with her blood?”

Shit.

“Okay, see, that’s … um … OK, you caught me. To be honest, I rubbed one off and used it to clean up the mess since it was the closest thing for me to grab.”

“Really?”

“Yep, heh heh crazy, right?”

“Hmmm…you know, being as you’re such a sick asshole, I almost would have believed you. But see, there’s a little problem with that explanation.”

“I’m not sure what that could be- “

“Well then, allow me to elaborate. NOT only was your semen mixed with that skank’s blood but also her own scent, if you know what I mean. There are also trace elements of the mind control potion that I created.”

Fuck how does she even know this?

“I-I-I don’t know how that could be, Dasha, honestly …”

“ENOUGH! You are lying to me, Justin. I suggest you spill the truth now because I have to make sure you didn’t just reveal to that skank that this potion exists. Now …. What. Did. You. DO!”

I sighed. I knew Dasha had me by the balls. Hopefully, if I fess up, she’ll calm her ass down at least long enough for me to bail if I need to.

I told Dasha and creeper the whole story; of course, I left a few details out since that was mine and Sam’s private business only. After I explained what happened, I looked at Dasha for some kind of response. She stood there completely stone-faced. I had no idea what she could be thinking. I shifted where I stood as I cleared my throat, breaking the thick tension that seemed to be permeating in the air. Then Dasha did the unthinkable. She smiled and began laughing. Not just laughing, mind you, but literally busting up and holding her stomach from laughing so hard. I relaxed my posture and took her queue, chuckling along.

Guess I was worried for nothing.

I was absolutely wrong.

“Bye-Bye, Justin.”

Huh?

Without warning, Dasha’s face transformed into a harsh sneer, and I was suddenly struck over the head; then, before I knew it, the darkness took over.