*This Chapter does not endorse any acts of violence against women. What is presented is a deranged individual doing deranged things. Reader discretion is advised*

In an undisclosed location, a loud thud echoed in a dimly lit room, two sweaty feet touched the floor as the faint sound of breathing could be heard amidst the loud and heavy breaths taken by a large bodied man.

His brown hair and body were wet with sweat, his manhood hung loosely in the wind and the scent of lust flooded the whole room.

On the bed was a limp woman, her beauty was long gone and her eyes were dull. Yet she still continued to whisper in between her short breaths.

"Damien..."

The man in the room is Robert, the same man who took everything from Richard alongside Andrea... he glared at the woman when he heard her call out to the bastard who was now nothing more than a fugitive.

"B*TCH! Damien won’t save you- no... tell you what, if he sees you like this- he’d probably laugh! Do you really think he’s coming to save you huh?!"

Robert cursed at the woman lying limply on the bed, even after ravaging her, no matter how many times he made her climax- she never once called for him. Even after all the things he showed her about Damien, the bitch still called out the idiot who was likely being tortured in some warehouse.

Still, his words did not seem to register as the woman completely ignored him continuing to mutter-

"Damien..."

Her eyes were dull from years of being locked up in this room, even when she was taken care of- her expression, her reactions... Everything was robotic.

The joy Robert felt when he violated her for the first time was gone. She stopped screaming, stopped resisting- all she did was call out to the deadbeat bastard.

Even when her body reacted to the stimuli of his actions, her dull reaction killed all the fun Robert should have had.

"Tsk- now that I think about it, obsessing over you was the worst thing that happened in my life"

Robert pulled her face up by her hair, the pain still did not register though as the woman remained expressionless.

"FUCK!"

*BANG!*

Robert let go of her hair as he punched the wall in a fit of rage.

The pain he felt in his fist did not quell his anger as the memory of Damien flooded his mind-

"Why..."

The image of the woman on the bed happily walking alongside Damien right after she coldly rejected him-

"WHY..."

The memory of her kissing Damien after tossing away the flowers he gifted her.

"WHY!" *BANG*

Another fist landed on the walls, the loud sound of the hit echoed. The memories of Damien and the woman beneath him haunted Robert, even when he turned the woman into his slave, even when he took everything from Damien-

Even after all that he did he was still...

"AAAARRGGHH!!!"

He screamed at the top of his lungs, his rage boiling to a new height as he felt his head heat up and his vision turn red.

Air was stuck in his lung as the heat of anger spread across his body, the energy that should have been lost after the drug filled sexcapade he did erupted.

His manhood did not rise but he felt his body become lighter, he head felt like it was swimming in the clouds and as he turned to look down at the woman who was lying limp on the bed-

"..."

An image of absolute cruelty flooded his mind, a horrific act that no sane individual would do had surfaced. It was a thought that people would think of and give rise to but never act upon.

Robert had such thoughts but his body...

As if under the influence of the God of Rage, Robert reached out towards the woman but just as his hands were about to wrap around her neck-

"Sir... a call"

The door was opened, and a woman dressed in a black formal suit appeared.

The rage within Robert was controlled but it did not disappear- only redirected.

"BEND OVER"

He demanded as he approached the woman.

When she saw the appearance of Robert, the woman could only sigh as she leaned against the wall, after passing the phone to Robert.

But Robert did not immediately answer, instead, he set the phone on the woman’s back then-

*RIIIIIP*

With strength that came from who knows where, Robert tore through the woman’s black pants revealing a pair of brand name black underwear- the expensive kind but-

*RIIIIPP*

"Urgh..."

Robert did not bother with foreplay or pleasantries, he pulled the underwear with such strength that it was ripped apart.

Unfortunately, the quality of such a piece was high and it was made to last for years- this led to pain, pain that the female agent was able to endure through as she only let out a small groan before the underwear was ripped off.

The rage that clouded Robert’s mind went to his manhood, standing ramrod straight, he plunged it into the female agent.

Robert showed no remorse, no reaction, his expression was only that silent look of repressed rage as he started to brutally pound the agent like there was no tomorrow.

"Ah- ah... urgh- gah-"

There were no moans, just painful grunts as Robert picked up the phone and said-

"Hello"

"So you’ve heard?"

"Heard what?"

"Damien got away"

*SLAP*

The sound of flesh hitting flesh stopped with on brutal slap, Robert stopped his actions as he screamed into the phone.

"Damien what?!"

But the response to his rage was neither panic, fear or worry, instead, a cheerful chuckle could be heard followed by words filled with a patronizing air.

"So you’ve gone into a mindless rage for the Nth time this week? No wonder you lost to that fool"

The words struck Robert right where it hurts, his anger exploded as he screamed into the phone-

"SHUT IT! IF HE WASN’T AROUND THEN ANDREA..."

But his words were cut short as a cold and calm voice echoed unnaturally from the phone-

"Andrea what?"

Robert froze, his mind cooled as he realized what he had done, beneath him, the Agent who was responsible for his protection had already collapsed on the floor. Blood could be seen dripping in between her legs and Robert knew what he had done.

The caller’s words woke him up as he answered in shame.

"Sorry... you wouldn’t have wasted your years with him... Andrea"

In response to his apology, the cold air that invaded the room disappeared as the voice from the phone lost a bit of the chill that it carried.

"Good, I gave you power to surpass Damien- not to break women. Have that poor lady below you sent to me."

"What happened to the others"

"They’re better under my protection, how about you get some male agents instead? I want to see whether you end up beating them to a pulp or breaking their chrysanthemums"

"..."

Robert did not answer and just silently listened to the woman on the phone. He looked down on his manhood that was now bathed in blood.

"You’ve done it in about 13 if we count that woman, I don’t care what you do, the icy bitch on the bed, but if you break any more women, make sure to send them to me. The last thing we want is to have the "Savior" Robert turn out to be a degenerate who cripples any woman he sees"

"I understand"

His dominant tone and fiery temper was gone, Robert turned submissive as he responded with simple acceptance. He didn’t try to question the woman on the other end, he simply accepted everything that was thrown at him.

"Good, my men will be taking her then"

At that moment, two large men wearing masks made of human skulls entered. They carried the female agent who was knocked out cold out the room without sparing Robert another glance.

As the door closed, Robert turned to the woman on the bed, his rage now sated left him feeling empty.

The angry and destructive man vanished, now Robert looked nothing more than a worthless wimp.

He wore the clothes that were left on the table, pocketed the phone that had received the call from before and took out his personal phone.

Scrolling through the contacts, he found one that was named "Wifey".

He dialed the number and a sleepy voice answered him.

"Babe? What time is it? Did the search for that bastard Damien succeed?"

Hearing the lazy voice from the other end, Robert’s chaotic thoughts reordered themselves as the sanity that was nonexistent just moments before returned to him.

"No honey, we failed... but with this, we know that Damien is guilty..."

"Good! I never liked that guy in the first place! Even in university, he had Andrea but still shot perverted looks at my ass!"

Robert recalled the time in college, he never once saw Damien look at other girls with perverted intent. In fact, Damien had shooed away all other women as if they were a plague in his life. Things got even worse when Andrea entered his life and not only shooed away women, he even made sure that Andrea was always there when he dealt with those of the opposite gender.

Although Damien’s actions looked like he was a submissive lover to Andrea-

’Maybe that’s what made her fall for him’

He thought as he turned to look at the limp woman still muttering Damien’s name. Even after years of separation, she still called out to the bastard.

’Worthless, they’re all worthless! That’s why they suffer- they can’t make compromises... yeah... they’re just a bunch of insufferable idealists...’

He thought as he smiled while answering the woman on the phone.

"Yeah, did you know about what he had on his computer?"

"You mean "that", he always made jokes about the FBI- guess they’re really after him now huh?"

"If only we really had one FBI agent for every person on the internet"

"Yeah! You should push for that! We don’t want another degenerate like Damien to appear in the world!" 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Hearing his wife berate Damien put a smile on Robert’s face.

He left the room with a spring in his step right after the phone call with his wife ended. But before he left he called out to the new guard only to see that it was actually a male this time.

"Hm? Well, take care of that bitch. Clean her, dress her up and feed her... well, I wouldn’t mind you using her if you want. Just make sure she’s clean before I visit her again"

The man nodded upon hearing Robert’s words, Robert expected a bigger reaction from the man but he got nothing.

Bored, Robert turned around in a huff as he walked through the dark corridor.