RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System-Chapter 89: I Understand

It seems realizing how badly affected I could get the system had come to save me, but before I gave my answer, I glanced at Denise who had completely subdued.

It was meant to be just a glance, but my eyes ended up remaining fixed on her, not staring at her body which had been laid bare but at her eyes which were fixed on me, an attempt by Denise to distract herself from what was happening.

"Bam," An eruption of fire sounded to the side but I paid no attention to either it or the words that were being said.

"He’s is not a virgin. The ritual failed and you’ve been badly injured"

My mind heard words but didn’t bother to send me their meanings at the moment. For me, Denise was the only thing that mattered.

"System what will happen to the dream if I leave"

[It’s a nightmare, it will play out till it’s end]

"Any other way to stop it"

[No]

"Then it’s okay, I’ll stay till the end"

[Good]

I raised an eyebrow at the system’s comment and then went back to what was happening around me.

Internally revolting at how easily I had broken, I down sat and observed.

I let the worst of emotions and sights rush through me and fill my every being, repulsion being my companion till the end finally came.

"What happened to him," the leader said suddenly appearing at the door and looking at one of the masked men who was sitting to the side, his body burnt in several areas and his breaths very heavy.

"The sacrifice was not a virgin." The female said pointing to an unconscious form on the table.

"What about them," The leader said looking to Harry and the blonde who were lost in their carnal pleasure.

"They should have drained out all the lust by now and be back to their senses."

"Both of you pack up we’re leaving."

The leader’s voice immediately got both men to pause in their activities. Harry wanted to complain, but a single look shut him up.

Disengaging from Kate, Harry shot the broken and dispirited wigan dead, but the blonde man instead fixed Denise with an amused look.

"I like her, let her live"

"That is not part of the plan."

The leader lifted his gun to end Denise himself but the blonde stood fearless in front of her.

"I’ll take responsibility for her "

"Brat get out of there, do you know who she is," Harry said lifting his own gun at Denise but the blonde simply narrowed his eyes.

"I do and that is why I want to keep her."

"She’s seen my face, my head will be on the line, our heads."

"More like your head," The blonde chuckled his eyes carrying a light that made Harry worry for himself.

"Anyone who harms her should be ready to face me when we leave here."

With those words the blonde moved away and though there was hesitation on their faces, both Harry and the leader lowered their weapons.

Denise’s eyes remained open through all this and as the team left, she spoke.

"Why"

"Never seen a woman as feisty as you, I love it and I plan on coming back to have another taste."

The masked men exited the house, and just as I came, so did I leave.

For the first time, I enjoyed the darkness, hoping it would last longer, but then it was extinguished by the light and I was back in the real world looking at Denise who had tears flowing down her eyes and ruining her makeup.

"Is that what really happened."

Still shaken from her experience, without even thinking Denise nodded her head.

"Did he ever come back?" I quietly asked

With her head bowed down, Denise shook her head and a good portion of the rage which had been boiling within me vanished.

"I’m sorry."

Along with the memories of the nightmare, I also carried the emotions and had been given a permanent place in my heart and mind.

At this point, it was clear that the story about the Richard’s case which had been presented to the world was very wrong and though I wondered and desired more of the details, I didn’t ask.

I had already been selfish once and taken the woman to a nightmare that could have borne her, questioning her after what she had just been through, if she would even agree to answer me was just cruelty.

Though it took some time for Denise to adjust to being back in the real world, when she did, she dried her eyes with a white cloth and then proceeded to begin reapplying her makeup.

My initial plan had been to use this moment of vulnerability to console her and plant myself in her heart and mind but after being exposed to the truth of that night, I changed my mind on how to approach things.

As weak as Denise might be in the interior, I had learned that her perseverance was unreal and attempting to use this moment of perceived weakness to manipulate her would not end well.

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"You look beautiful" I commented as she placed the last touches.

"Me or the makeup"

"Both,"

Denise nodded her head and quietly continued her work and I stayed silent till she was finished and focused on me.

"That nightmare was your handwork, right?"

"Yes"

"So, you’re like them, you also use magic."

I wasn’t sure if the system and the benefits I got from it were related to magic, but I nodded my head at Denise’s words, I couldn’t afford to show ignorance and most importantly weakness at the moment.

"Yes"

Immediately I answered, Denise’s eyes narrowed at me, her face tightening.

"Just like there are dirty cops, there are also clean cops, just as there are corrupt lawyers, there are also honest lawyers. I can’t say the same for politicians, but in life, there are always two sides to a coin."

"What about you then, which side are you"

"I’m in the grey"

"An excuse for doing bad"

"Can also be an excuse for doing good."

"So, you’re not like them."

"No, I’m a pervert but nothing that twisted."

Denise’s face tightened even harder at this but I simply shrugged and got to my feet and looked down at her.

"To be weak, to beg to be saved, to despair with no hope, to feel defeated, I know what it feels like. I have learnt from you how much it hurts and stings.

I know your anger and hate, I know your thirst for vengeance. I relish in your thirst for vengeance because I also desire it.

I want to hang them from an electric wire and torture them for weeks with every torture tool available in the world. I want to butcher and burn the people behind them, those people that make them so out of reach to our hands.

Your hatred is now my hatred, your war is now my war."

I took some seconds of silence, staring at Denise and seeing that she understood that we had shared something special in the nightmare, continued.

"I’ll be leaving for New York tomorrow."

With those words, I turned and left the office, the sight of me an attraction for the men and women outside.