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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
14
Views:
12,821
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Epilogue
*Beep*
You groan inwardly as the insistent sound of beeping fills your ears, drowning out the ocean inside your head. Your tongue feels dry as it clicks against the top of your mouth. Your whole body feels fuzzy as if you have pins and needles throughout your whole body. Struggling against the feeling of helplessness you struggle to your elbows, half lifting your body. There is a man besides your bed reading a magazine and looking at his mobile phone very now and then. An involuntary moan escapes your mouth alerting him to your presence.
\"Oh shit. Your awake. Well done, I thought that we had lost you, you lost a lot of blood from that shoulder wound your lucky to be alive.\"
You groan again and collapse back down onto the bed. The nurse rushes over to you, supporting the small of your back, whilst bringing a cup of water to your lips. You gulp down the water greedily, your mouth feels like the Sahara desert. After a few gulps you collapse back down on the bed.
\"Where am I?\" you ask, confused as your mind tries to piece the events together.
\"Your in the hospital Rachael, you have been in a coma for 10 days. Rest. Everything shall be explained to you soon.\" The nurse talks in a soothing voice. You instantly feel weary and nod off to sleep to deep dreamless sleep.
Fr Ferguson sighed wearily as he took a long draught from the glass of Scotch whisky next to him replaying what he had just written back in his mind. Which was now on its way to the hospital.
Dearhaelhael,
I hope that this letter finds you in good health, if not then I am deeply sorry for all that transpired and what you had to go through. This was partly all my fault as I was responsible for sending you into that pit of vipers to uncover the truth. I hope that you don\'t hate me for it, alas I am indeed a coward and do not even deserve to talk to you again, perhaps this letter is my way of explaining things abit better to you on what happened in case you haven\'t figured that out already.
As you probably know I was a long time film director, mainly directing adult kind of movies, you my dear, where the cream of the crop, the best of the best so to speak. Gemma your co-partner on screen was merely a shadow to your brilliance and it was this that led her to spite you so much. At that time I had an understudy, a brilliant young lad by the name of Jim tang Vu. He worshiped me that boy, and I loved it, its not everyday that someone hangs on your every word. We also had a brilliant young technician by the name of the maintainer, she was such a sweet lass. Things got complicated on set of one of the films when my sponsors dropped all support for me, it was indeed a dark time and I could not afford to pay you the kind of wages that you demanded at that period of time. It was here where the seeds of evil where planted. You see, me and Gemma were lovers but at that time she was sleeping behind my back with the maintainer and Jim tang vu- my understudy. Of course I was to discover this all later when faced against her in court. She somehow managed to persuade me to get you in an accident so that we could sue the company responsible for negligence, she promised me that the most you would receive was a tiny scratch. Seeing as I had little choice, I regrettably agreed. I discovered later that Gemma had persuaded the maintainer to mess with the car so that it wouldn\'t stop when it should have. This was the perfect scenario for her because she could scapegoat me as well as knock you off the top podium. With Jim tang Vu; my own understudy supporting her argument. Of course the rest is history now, I just wished that nobody else could have gotten harmed by that bitch Gemma. I tried to warn Jim, that poor boy. But all he saw was a pair of tits and her spread legs. I cant blame him though, I too fell for her wanton like ways a long time ago. So ontop of ending my career as a film director she vowed that if I ever revealed the truth about her she would come back to finish me off. Again I apologise for having to use you as my scapegoat throughout all this. You were so innocent and perfect. I knew that you could lure her out of her hiding, not that any of that matters now of course. I know not if you will ever wake from your coma. I hope that one day you can read this letter and understand what I had to do.
Kind Regards
Father Ferguson.
Fr Ferguson sighed as he took another long draught from his half empty glass of scotch. All of a sudden the doorbell rang in at the front door. Sighing he got up off his chair and made his way to the door. It was probably just another one of those parishioners prattling on about their woes. Typical. Unlocking the door he opened it only to be faced with the last person he expected to see in the world. He reeled back in horror, his face turning a ghostly white as he tried to slam the door back shut again. The intruder stopped the door mid way with her foot stepping through the door she dre dressed in a large black overcoat which successfully concealed the two silenced berretta\'s by her sides.
\"Wha- Wha- Wha\" Fr ferguson gasped trying to form words but failing.
\"Nothing personal Fr, just came by to clear up some old business\" the intruder replied smiling as she raised the two pistols to chest height blowing him away to kingdom come as she emptied both clips.
The intruder walked over to the dead body and looked down at the bloodied priest. All of a sudden a mobile phone rang. The intruder reached into her pocket, withdrawing a sleek looking mobile phone.
\"Hello?\"
-\"Gemma?\"
\"What do you want?\"
-\"She\'s awake\"
\"Good. Bye.\" With that the intruder slipped the two guns back into her pockets, brushed off her overcoat and left. There was still business to finish.
You groan inwardly as the insistent sound of beeping fills your ears, drowning out the ocean inside your head. Your tongue feels dry as it clicks against the top of your mouth. Your whole body feels fuzzy as if you have pins and needles throughout your whole body. Struggling against the feeling of helplessness you struggle to your elbows, half lifting your body. There is a man besides your bed reading a magazine and looking at his mobile phone very now and then. An involuntary moan escapes your mouth alerting him to your presence.
\"Oh shit. Your awake. Well done, I thought that we had lost you, you lost a lot of blood from that shoulder wound your lucky to be alive.\"
You groan again and collapse back down onto the bed. The nurse rushes over to you, supporting the small of your back, whilst bringing a cup of water to your lips. You gulp down the water greedily, your mouth feels like the Sahara desert. After a few gulps you collapse back down on the bed.
\"Where am I?\" you ask, confused as your mind tries to piece the events together.
\"Your in the hospital Rachael, you have been in a coma for 10 days. Rest. Everything shall be explained to you soon.\" The nurse talks in a soothing voice. You instantly feel weary and nod off to sleep to deep dreamless sleep.
Fr Ferguson sighed wearily as he took a long draught from the glass of Scotch whisky next to him replaying what he had just written back in his mind. Which was now on its way to the hospital.
Dearhaelhael,
I hope that this letter finds you in good health, if not then I am deeply sorry for all that transpired and what you had to go through. This was partly all my fault as I was responsible for sending you into that pit of vipers to uncover the truth. I hope that you don\'t hate me for it, alas I am indeed a coward and do not even deserve to talk to you again, perhaps this letter is my way of explaining things abit better to you on what happened in case you haven\'t figured that out already.
As you probably know I was a long time film director, mainly directing adult kind of movies, you my dear, where the cream of the crop, the best of the best so to speak. Gemma your co-partner on screen was merely a shadow to your brilliance and it was this that led her to spite you so much. At that time I had an understudy, a brilliant young lad by the name of Jim tang Vu. He worshiped me that boy, and I loved it, its not everyday that someone hangs on your every word. We also had a brilliant young technician by the name of the maintainer, she was such a sweet lass. Things got complicated on set of one of the films when my sponsors dropped all support for me, it was indeed a dark time and I could not afford to pay you the kind of wages that you demanded at that period of time. It was here where the seeds of evil where planted. You see, me and Gemma were lovers but at that time she was sleeping behind my back with the maintainer and Jim tang vu- my understudy. Of course I was to discover this all later when faced against her in court. She somehow managed to persuade me to get you in an accident so that we could sue the company responsible for negligence, she promised me that the most you would receive was a tiny scratch. Seeing as I had little choice, I regrettably agreed. I discovered later that Gemma had persuaded the maintainer to mess with the car so that it wouldn\'t stop when it should have. This was the perfect scenario for her because she could scapegoat me as well as knock you off the top podium. With Jim tang Vu; my own understudy supporting her argument. Of course the rest is history now, I just wished that nobody else could have gotten harmed by that bitch Gemma. I tried to warn Jim, that poor boy. But all he saw was a pair of tits and her spread legs. I cant blame him though, I too fell for her wanton like ways a long time ago. So ontop of ending my career as a film director she vowed that if I ever revealed the truth about her she would come back to finish me off. Again I apologise for having to use you as my scapegoat throughout all this. You were so innocent and perfect. I knew that you could lure her out of her hiding, not that any of that matters now of course. I know not if you will ever wake from your coma. I hope that one day you can read this letter and understand what I had to do.
Kind Regards
Father Ferguson.
Fr Ferguson sighed as he took another long draught from his half empty glass of scotch. All of a sudden the doorbell rang in at the front door. Sighing he got up off his chair and made his way to the door. It was probably just another one of those parishioners prattling on about their woes. Typical. Unlocking the door he opened it only to be faced with the last person he expected to see in the world. He reeled back in horror, his face turning a ghostly white as he tried to slam the door back shut again. The intruder stopped the door mid way with her foot stepping through the door she dre dressed in a large black overcoat which successfully concealed the two silenced berretta\'s by her sides.
\"Wha- Wha- Wha\" Fr ferguson gasped trying to form words but failing.
\"Nothing personal Fr, just came by to clear up some old business\" the intruder replied smiling as she raised the two pistols to chest height blowing him away to kingdom come as she emptied both clips.
The intruder walked over to the dead body and looked down at the bloodied priest. All of a sudden a mobile phone rang. The intruder reached into her pocket, withdrawing a sleek looking mobile phone.
\"Hello?\"
-\"Gemma?\"
\"What do you want?\"
-\"She\'s awake\"
\"Good. Bye.\" With that the intruder slipped the two guns back into her pockets, brushed off her overcoat and left. There was still business to finish.