In the 310th room of the hotel, despite the late hour of the night, the lights were not turned off. Empty wine bottles, women’s and men’s clothes, cigarette remnants, broken glasses and a number of other similar things were haphazardly scattered in the living room, looking at which one could understand that the evening had passed happily.
In the bathroom of the number, a young man was lying in a large and comfortable jakuzzi. A completely naked black woman was pouring him wine, an asian girl was lying on the right side of the young man, and a hot slavic woman was on the left.
“Honey, there is never too much wine, fill the glass completely” – said the young man in a laughing voice, gently stroking the Slavic woman’s breast with his right hand.
“As you wish my dear” the woman smiled and handed the bottle of wine completely to the young man.
“I love when you understand at once.” Taking the bottle, the man reached up and bit the black woman’s nipple in his mouth. This pleased the woman, who began to laugh loudly.
“Henry, there are so many scars on your body, it seems like I’m sleeping with some kind of soldier.” The asian girl gently slid her finger over the long and sharp scar on the young man’s stomach and started kissing his neck.
“Oh no dear, I’m certainly not a soldier, but believe me I can shoot very well with a spear.” Henry slid his fingers over her body and directed them between her legs. The girl started moaning with pleasure, and that made Henry hornier.
“And how did you get this?” asked the blond in a heavily felt slavic accent, referring to the round scar on Henry’s left shoulder that looked like it was the result of a gunshot.
“In your homeland, my sweet. The Russians opened fire, somehow I managed to escape. But of course later, it was much more painful for them.”
The slavic woman laughed loudly, then took the wine bottle from Henry and took a big swig.
“And you have been to my homeland, Rio?” whispered the black woman, bending over to Henry and began massaging his shoulders with her hands.
“Rio women have sex like no one else in this world. Of course I was in Rio.”
“You’re not local, are you?” said the asian. “I have never seen you before. And I would definitely see you.”
“No my dear, I live far away from here, in a big and luxurious castle. If you keep liking me like this, maybe I’ll take you there with me.’’
Laughing, the girl climbed on top of Henry. The boy hung his head back in pleasure, thrusting into the lush breasts of the black woman standing behind him. The slavic woman began to gently lick Henry’s neck, and stroke the asian girl’s breasts with her other hand.
“So go on my love, you’re just amazing.” Henry whispered, grabbing the asian’s hips.
“It’s not fair, Lou, you’ve been enjoying him for much longer. I want too,” said the blond smiling.
“Don’t complain, Katya, do what you want with him.” Lou laughed, getting off Henry.
“Let me show you how the professionals do it.” Katya turned and slowly lowered her head.
“Of course, it is entirely at your disposal.” Henry tapped the girl’s thighs, and emptied the wine bottle in several large gulps.
Suddenly he heard the bathroom door open and Henry saw the most dangerous witch of all time walk in.
“What the hell is happening here, Henry?” Sangra looked really angry.
“Calm down beauty, come, join us. I’m sorry, I forgot to invite you.”
“Do you know why I haven’t turned you into a mole until now? Only because the White lord needs you. But I promise, when we finish the job, your torture will be very severe.”
“It’s not wise to threaten me Sangra, you know that. And now, if you’re not going to join, please leave us alone.”
“End this frivolity and get yourself in order. There is a new assignment.” – Sangra angrily left the bathroom, closing the door very strong
“She always does that, she shows up at the best time and ruins everything.” Henry kissed one of the women’s breasts without even trying to see whose it was and left the jacuzzi.
“Now birds, it’s time to fly. It was indescribably pleasant with you, but duty calls. Well, speed it up, out, out.”
The escorts quickly left the bathroom one after the other, and Henry walked to the shower to freshen up and clean himself up.
***
Sangra was standing in the balcony. There was a beautiful view of the city from that part of the hotel. The night had completely taken over the entire neighborhood. Sometimes one or two cars could be seen only on the lighted streets, which sped at high speed and disappeared from sight.
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The sorceress stood straight and bold, the soft breeze lightly playing with her black, curly hair, and her green robe made her look even more imposing.
Henry stood behind her, trying to guess what the witch was thinking. Why had the White Lord sent her with him? Henry had never liked those witches. People who can play against the rules of nature do not inspire confidence. And Sangra was not only able to play by those rules, she was also the most dangerous and unpredictable player Henry knew.
“Green suits you. You should wear that color more often.”
“You’re drunk Henry. Your irresponsibility crosses all borders.”
“Accuse me of whatever you want, but I am not irresponsible. Unlike you, I always know what to do, and most importantly, how.”
Sangra was silent. He knew it was true. The White Lord trusted Henry, so he had reasons for that. Deep down, Sangra had always been envious of that trust, something she never had with the White Lord.
“You said that there is a new assignment. What happened.”
“Werewolves. Marags caught two of them.”
“Oh, that’s wonderful news. Catching those animals was much more difficult than carrying out explosions in Berlin. Finally, our Lord will be pleased.”
“They should be delivered to Forst. Now they keep them in the old metal factory, a few blocks north of here.”
“I can’t go back to the castle now, Sangra. You know that. The hunt is not over yet. That girl is still alive.”
“You have already failed that task. The rose chose her two weeks ago, but she’s not dead yet.’’
“So what do you suggest? Just leave her like that? It is not possible, the hunt cannot be left unfinished.”
“It will not remain unfinished. I will deal with her myself, and you will return to Forst.” – Sangra’s dictating tone did not come out to Henry.
“You’d better know your place, witch. You can’t tell me what to do and when to do it. You will take the animals to the castle yourself, and I will finish what I started. And besides that, the marags are subject to me, and without them nothing will work for you.”
Sangra angrily walked towards Henry. That boy had been annoying her for a long time, and Sangra would be happy to get rid of him. The sorceress held out her hand and began to whisper various incomprehensible words. Her face became more and more fearful.
“Kalay, mardac norsus.”
Henry jumped out of his seat, was thrown back from the standing position with great speed and hit the wall of the living room with his back. He could not move, as if something very strong had grabbed his limbs and nailed them to the wall. Then Henry felt a great weight on his throat and began to squeeze it with great force. The boy began to choke. Sangra was standing in front of him silently and fiercely, and Henry was only thinking about one thing while looking at her. When it’s all over, he’ll give this woman to his entire army of marags so they can all, in their monstrous guises, rape her until she dies.
The woman slowly lowered her hand, and Henry fell to the ground with a thud. He kept coughing, trying to clear his throat. Henry’s green eyes were full of rage. Standing up, he looked at Sangra silently and then said.
“Let it be so, I will go to Forst. Show me those werewolves. But remember one thing Sangra. There are more than 200 countries in the world, and the governments of more than half of them are looking for me to carry out very painful actions in their countries. All the criminal gangs are terrified just hearing my name. A number of witches, wizards and magicians avoid dealing with me altogether. When the time comes for you to answer, not even Lutherius will be able to save you from me.’’
Straightening his leather coat, Henry slowly walked out of number 310, leaving Sangra alone there. His words seemed to have an effect on the witch. Sangra knew who Henry was and what that crazy terrorist was capable of. But when the time comes, she will be faster than Henry can imagine.
Henry was waiting for her in the courtyard of the hotel. Descending, Sangra silently held out her hand to Henry, who, with a soft smile, took it tenderly. After a few seconds, there was no one standing there, and the whole hotel was once again buried in the silence of the night.
***
The old factory was almost outside the city. From the hotel to the factory could be reached by car in about half an hour. But thanks to Sangra, they arrived within seconds.
As recently as thirty years ago, that plant was in full swing, providing a significant portion of the metal production and processing needs of all of Maryland. Different parts of the huge building worked around all day, life never stopped in this factory. Thousands of workers, noise, dust, non-stop work of machines…
However, soon the factory was sold, the reasons remained unknown, and the new buyers could not manage the business properly. New debts and poorly organized work soon caused the factory to close. In order to get rid of debts, the owners sold whatever they could, the machine tools, stored metal raw materials, work tools. The workers, in turn, took everything possible from the factory, and long years of inactivity and inconsistency completely destroyed the factory.
Now it was just a huge building, with watered down and empty windows, decaying walls and worn roofs.
The factory made a dark impression on Henry. Looking at him, Henry wanted to leave that place a second ago.
“Let’s go, they’re inside,” Sangra said, walking towards the right-hand entrance of the factory.
Henry followed her in silence. It was completely dark inside. Sangra seemed to know the way, as she navigated the dark and rocky corridors with ease.
From the rooms in the distance, Henry noticed a light. When they reached the place, the following scene unfolded before him. Two young people, a boy and a girl, were lying chained on the ground. Both of them had puffy skin, their clothes were torn, and traces of blood could be seen on their bodies. The boy looked older, the muscular and strong young man was lying on the ground, writhing, trying to free himself from the chains. The girl, who had a more delicate appearance, and if she had met Henry under better circumstances, might have looked beautiful for Henry, was huddled next to the boy, snarling nervously. They were surrounded by six marags, who were impatiently waiting for their owners, rubbing their hooves on the ground.
Henry approached one of them, who started making loud and obnoxious noises. Henry had always likened the voice of marags to the barking of a dog, the roaring of a bear and the sounds made by a sheep, some strange mixture.
“Fuck up. You stupid animal, shut your disgusting mouth and speak so that I can understand you.”
Marag quietly took a few steps back, and after a few seconds, a young man appeared in front of Henry. Apart from the two large horns on his human head, this marag’s transformation was quite successful.
“My lord, we caught these two last night. We are waiting for your order.”
“It’s good.”
Henry approached the chained girl. Leaning down so he could look into her face, Henry asked.
“What’s your name beauty?”
In response, the girl jumped forward to Henry, and opening her mouth wide, tried to bite him. Henry managed to pull back just in time, and also managed to notice the girl’s long and sharp fangs, which were as white as snow.
“Well, hops, keep calm, you mustn’t attack me.”
“Stay away from my sister. I will tear you to pieces.” The black man looked much more angry.
“So she’s your sister. It is strange that there is such a blood relationship among beasts.”
“You are a beast yourself, let me free and then stand in front of me. Then I’ll show you, you fucking cunt.”
Standing up, Henry hit the young man’s face very hard with his foot.
“Your master is standing in front of you, dirty animal, speak carefully until I haven’t cut out your tongue.”
“Please let us go, we didn’t hurt people, we’re not who you think we are.” – said the girl, who seemed to be worried about the blow to her brother.
“Tell me your name.” Henry turned to the girl again.
“I’m Meg. Please leave us alone.”
“Oh no, sweetie, I can’t leave you alone. In any case, I don’t need you, but the almighty White Lord. And he doesn’t really stand out for his kindness.”
Henry kicked the boy’s head and forcefully opened his mouth. The boy’s fangs were longer than the girl’s, he was a better formed wolf.
“When will the full moon be?”
“There is plenty of time, a little over two weeks,” answered Sangra, standing in the distance.
“Great, so we’ll be able to get them there before they turn fully wolf.”
Suddenly someone’s footsteps were heard from outside. Sangra took a few steps back to prepare to attack, but Henry calmed her down.
“It is a marag. The other monsters feel it, that’s why they keep calm.”
Soon another of those disgusting creatures came running in. Sensing that one of them had a human form, it approached him and began to emit its hideous voice.
“Well, what does that say? Oh hell, someone, shut it up.”
“He says he found the girl. For a long time they ran after the rose, which turned out not to be with the girl.” – said the monster in human form. “Someone took the rose from the girl and led them away from the girl’s trail. But they were able to understand it, and yesterday they were able to get back on the right track.”
“And where is the girl?” Henry said angrily.
“He entered the Old Forest. The marags can’t go there, that’s why he came to ask what to do.”
“Old forest? Where is it?’ – Henry looked questioningly in Sangra’s direction.
“Far from here. There is an old and powerful magic there, your mages will never be able to get in.’’
“Can you do it alone?” Henry said sarcastically.
“You mind your own business, I’ll do mine. See you at the castle.”
Sangra hurried out of the room, and then there was the sound of a portal closing, taking the witch with it.
“Well guys, we have to go too. Take them.”
Two of the monsters slapped the chained werewolves, and Henry, surrounded by his loyal soldiers, left the half-destroyed factory and made his way to home.