Chapter ten: Valuable Lesson
Chapter ten: Valuable Lesson
Adriano
"So Adriano." The woman I just fúcked started, looking at me with wishful eyes.
"I see you around here a lot and I was wondering if you would maybe want to go to dinner with me sometime?"
And there it is the post-sex conversation that always seems to be inevitable.
"It is Mr. Jaxson to you." I corrected, not acknowledging her question.
"Only my submissive have the right to Sir or by my first name. I heard what you said and I want to make it very clear that you are not to call me by any title other than Mr. Jaxson."
I know I am being hard but I am even more stressed than when I first came here and the last thing I needed was to be asked out to dinner. She looked annoyed but she just bowed her head in response.
"I am sorry, Mr. Jaxson."
I can't even tell if the new expression was caused by hurt from my rejection or just a bruised ego. Either way, it is not my problem.
"Have a nice night….um…"
"Cynthia."
"Have a nice night, Cynthia." I said to her before walking out of one of the private rooms we have here.
Gosh, I like this place but it would be even nicer if I could actually enjoy it for myself more often.
Walking out and passing some of the stage, I headed straight to the bar. If I can't get off, then my next best choice is to have a drink. We have rules including that you aren't allowed to engage in play after more than one alcoholic beverage but I don't plan on keeping the rule for the rest of the night anyways. Our club is not just to enact your fantasies but also to get the chance to meet new people in the BDSM community.
I spotted my brother, leaning against a section of the bar top nearby. They were quietly talking to each other while they scanned the room to make sure that everything was okay.
They weren't the only ones though, we have a series of dungeon monitors throughout every section of the club to ensure safe plays. Safety and consent are the two most important things to maintain in this type of environment and we do everything we can to ensure it at all times.
Gregorio raised his hand up, giving me a silent indication to join them. I walked over and ended up standing on Domenico's right with Gregorio in front of both of us.
"Let's go up to my office so we can talk without the ears of those around us." Domenico said, pulling his body off the bar counter.
Gregorio and I moved alongside with him, walking up the same grand staircase we took while entering the dungeon. Domenico's office was just down the hall in between my and Gregorio's office.
"So what did you find out?" I asked.
"He genuinely doesn't know where Lucas is. Once he calmed down a little, I was able to get a clearer read on him and could tell that he was in fact telling the truth." He looked at us.
"However, it seems that Lucas has himself a wife. Jacob said he overheard some of the workers talking about it during one of his jobs."
That confirms Gregorio's idea of him having a vulnerability. But what doesn't make sense is why Lucas would leave his only loved one behind to fend for herself.
"And how exactly did Jacob know Lucas again?" I asked again.
"He was hired about three years ago to carry out some work for him. He said that Lucas has contacted him a few times after that but never once did they personally meet. That is how to get to know but don't know where he is."
"And, Jacob?"
"Dead," he responded.
After that, we just sat in silence for a moment, talking all of this information in. None of us really enjoyed killing, well them more than me but it didn't matter what we liked. It was a part of the job, we were simply forced to adapt and those who fail to do so are exiled.
I remember that I was ten years old the first time I killed a man. I specifically recall that day when my father forced a gun into my hand, whispering words of encouragement in my ears to take another person's life.
"Go ahead, son. Pull the trigger."
"But why? What did he do?" My younger self asked.
"Because it is meant to teach you a valuable lesson. Feeling compassion for others makes you weak and weakness is not tolerated in this family."
"I don't understand, how does that make you weak?"
"Are you talking back to me?" My father said in a threatening tone.
"No, I am sorry."
"If you are really sorry then prove it. Shoot him."
"Father, please, I can't do this. I don't see how this is going to teach me anything. He has done nothing wrong."
"That is the problem, my dear son. Your brain is still wired to feel for others but don't worry, I will fix you just as my father did to me. Remember what I always say, don't feel, just act. Now pull the fucking trigger."
"No!"
"No?"
"Yes, I won't do it."
I looked Into the pleading eyes of the kind man that was tied up in front of me. His mouth was bound shut by duct tape but I can still hear the faint sobs leaving his body. Why would my father want to end someone's life who is completely harmless? I don't understand. My father let out a loud sigh.
"Okay then, that is fine."
"Really, thank you." A rush of relief washed through me as I dropped the gun.
"Don't worry, you are going to be okay. I am going to get you out of this."
I went to the man to remove the tape from his mouth and started untying his hand. With his hands free, I bent down to untie his feet but I froze in horror as I heard the sound of a bullet leaving a gun and entering straight into the innocent man's head. His blood splatter all over my face and I have to jump out of the way as his lifeless body slumps forward.
"No!" I cried out.
"Son, this is what I meant by weakness. Look at you, you are shedding tears over a dead man, it is pathetic."
"He did nothing wrong."
"Son, you can't let yourself feel for others. When I send you out into the field, I can't have you crying every time you kill someone and when an enemy is coming at you with the intent to kill, you don't get to take a moment to think about it. The only thing you can do is be the one to act first."
"But this man wasn't an enemy, he was helpless and couldn't fight back."
"I hoped that this would work but clearly I was wrong. This is for your own good son, you may not realize it now but I am doing you a huge favor."
He turned his back on me and I watched him walking towards the door before exiting and locking it behind him.
"Father?" I called out and he opened a slot in the door before responding.
"You need to learn that this man does not matter. He is not important and you most certainly should not be crying over him. I don't care how long it takes you but you are going to stay in this room and look into his lifeless eyes until you don't feel anything anymore."
"No! Father please don't do this, I am really sorry!" I cried out but got no response.
Lifting myself up from the dirty floor, I frantically begin to bang my fist against the mental door but to no avail.
"Let me out!"
I shook my head, snapping out of that memory and trying to push back down those parts of my life. I was forced to stay in the room and looked into those eyes of a dead man until eventually my body was no longer capable of producing tears.
I was released from that room three days later with no food, no water. Then on the fourth day, we tried again and I was able to pull the trigger. Like he always says, don't feel, just act.
"Hey, man are you okay?" Gregorio asked with a little bit of concern showing on his face.
I subconsciously remember Domenico stepped out to answer a phone call so it was just me and Gregorio in the room.
"Yes, I was just thinking."
He didn't push further and I liked that about my brothers. We know each other's boundaries and we made sure to respect them.
"Hey guys, we need to go." Domenico said, swinging open the door.
"Why, what is wrong?"
"I was just on call with Nancy, although she said it is nothing serious but some perv kept making moves on her today at work. She just didn't feel so good about it and wanted some company at the hotel to take her mind off it."
Nancy is a fellow member and a dominatrix at Gravity. The three of us met her on opening night and became close friends shortly after.
The thought of someone making her feel that uncomfortable caused murderous thoughts to form in my head.
"When are we going?"
"Tomorrow." Domenico responded.
"Tomorrow," I repeated.
Right now, we will probably head over to the hotel and watch a movie with a few drinks but tomorrow the man from her work is going to pay.
People like Jacob are killed quickly to keep them silent but by the time we were through with this asshole, he is going to wish we took mercy on him and just let him die.
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