Chapter 21: Diogo
I lock her in the room and walk away, climbing the flight of stairs to my rooftop retreat. I must leave her, or I'll turn back around, go in there and fuck my little wife into submission. She's more tempting than I ever realized. Touching her electrifies every part of me. It's as though I'm discovering a dormant side to myself, but it responds only to her. I want to hold her, dominate her, protect her. I want to keep her with me at all costs.
And her response to me. Fuck, I never imagined what a heady aphrodisiac a woman's response could be. Sex was always just sex. It felt good, but for the most part it was unnecessary to my goals. But with Taran, I feel different. She's her own brand of beautiful, inside and out. And when she's next to me, taking my kisses and returning them eagerly, I lose my head.
Cool air caresses my skin and I feel instant peace, the dark city mapped out below my feet. This is my place of solitude where I can feel the beckoning hands of freedom. The quiet open air with the world stretched out peacefully below. I come here when I feel consumed by my role as leader. Now it's Taran driving me to this place.
As a child I was raised knowing I would rule a Sanctuary, like my father before me. I learned from him, gathered information, found my own city and toppled the leadership. New Tucson Sanctuary was an easy target, run by fools and beggars that believed in compromise, negotiation and democracy. Their leadership was going to collapse anyway, from a combination of lack of resources, civil unrest and Primitive attacks. My men and I decimated their security forces in hours. Faster than a Primitive horde could've wiped them out.
The city was left vulnerable. We picked up the pieces, established new laws, and I've ruled this Sanctuary ever since. I rule with an iron fist and a heart of ice. Human plight doesn't move me. Human existence does. And though I've taken a wife, a woman who will act as my conscience, I will not change my convictions. Humans can't flourish without direct intervention and guidance. The strongest must be hand-picked and encouraged to procreate.
A vision of my new wife, small and sprawled out in our bed, flashes through my mind. She might be small, but she is tough and mighty of mind. She will take me as I am and help me forge this new world. She will add her strengths to mine and we will rise up, stronger and wiser together.
But first, I must bring her to my way of thinking. I must destroy her past and usher her into a future with me. Starting with her ex-husband, Xavier Gunther. I will hunt him, and destroy him. The thought of ridding my city of a man that has caused countless problems and captured Taran's attention fills me with satisfaction. Gunther will be the symbolic execution that the Desert Wren was supposed to be. He will replace her as sacrifice, toppling the rebellion.
With the Wren on my side and Gunther wiped out of existence, there won't be much of a rebel leadership left to rise up against the Authority. My new wife may hate me for these decisions, but she won't have any choice. She now belongs to the Warlord.
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