Chapter 5 A TRIP TO HELL

In a blur room.

A man in his fifties was all tied up to a chair. His head was bowed; it looked like he was asleep. Hell knows.

A pair of straight legs appeared followed by a tall shadow.

A man emerged from the darkest part of the room as the light exposed his unbelievably astounding beauty.

His gorgeous eyes blazed with satisfaction as he walked up to the couch that had already been prepared, eagerly waiting for him.

He sat down with comfort placing his legs on each other. He spoke out.

"Hello Mr Wood..." His voice raised an alarm in the room, jolting the tied-up man out of his dreamland, and fear gripped him immediately as if he just met his corpse.

"Hmm... I... Desmond?!" He exclaimed in bewilderment as his mind started registering what was next. He wasn't expecting him; what's he doing here and him of all people in this world? What's he up to? Different terrifying questions keep drifting in his mind. This can't be, no!

Desmond smirked. He so much loved the fear and terror written all over his face. It's his favorite show.

"Why are you so shocked, Mr Wood?" He asked sarcastically, a mimicking smile played on his lips.

The man gulped down nothing as his throat seemed all dried up

"Hmm...W... What am I doing here?" He asked, terrified as he tried jacking off the chair, which seemed impossible, realizing he was all tied up to the chair itself. His eyes widened in terror. Wait, how did he get here exactly and him tied up like this...

"Are you asking me? Even I'm about to ask the same question. What are you doing here Mr Wood?" Desmond retorted with a serious gaze and in the next second. He smiled mysteriously.

The man swallowed hard.

"P... please spare me, Desmond. I promise I'll pay right away. I'm sorry I wasn't thinking straight. Please forgive me, please." The man hastily begged with fear evident in his voice.

He gulped down spontaneously when he realized the man he was speaking to was so damn expressionless.

Desmond burst into laughter all of a sudden like he had just heard the funniest joke ever.

"I should spare you huh? Should I spare you?" He contemptuously mocked.

"I knew you were such a big fool from the very beginning, Mr Wood. Have you forgotten?... Before rising you signed an agreement."

He clicked his fingers, and a lady appeared, holding some files with her.

"Read it out loud, Marian," He huskily instructed.

The man gulped while the lady started as instructed.

... You can simply get a loan of up to 5 billion dollars with delicates and competent warrants. Zero interest applied. All eligible appliers must pay within the next three months. Please compline...

"It's done Marian" He huskily interrupted. The lady bowed and took her leave immediately.

Desmond smirked.

"Tsk, you such a fool, Mr Wood... What did you think? Are you gonna flee with my 300 million dollars, huh? Just like that?" He let out a throaty chuckle. A roguish one.

"Seems you have forgotten. Well, I will remind you. If you remember clearly the last paper you signed. I guess you're in haste to get the money, so you didn't even bother asking why. But I'll tell you now Mr Wood. The last document you signed expertly claimed your whole properties, including the near future otherwise... And you know what that means: you're finished already cause you have nothing left to live for."

The man agape in an immense shock. With widened eyes, his eyeballs almost left its socket. What's this? His ears are playing tricks on him again.

"No this can't be... this can't be true... You are lying to me" He subconsciously muttered. He was stunned to the core. How the HELL!

Desmond smirked in total satisfaction. It's nothing less than entertainment seriously. To him, it was just mind-blowing.

Foolish man...

He smiled, extremely pleased. He's so much enjoying the intriguing scene, honestly, the man is performing. It's so damn interesting. Even heaven knows how much he'd been longing for this moment.

"Someone must have told you you're a dumpster, Mr Wood. Did you think I'm a fool huh? So you gonna flee away with my money leaving your properties behind since it's safe for you. Laugh out loud. You trying to cheat me huh?" He said and smirked.

"Silly thing"

He clapped twice, and the lady Marian came in again and bowed, extending some documents to him. And one of his men moved closer and freed his hands.

Desmond slowly rested his back and rudely threw the documents to his face with a scornful laugh. He wants more of his reaction.

The man grabbed it roughly as his hands trembled. He hastily went through it. Then gasped in shock.

"No, no, no, this can't be true" he uttered subconsciously.

He returned his gaze to Desmond and tore the documents to pieces right in front of him.

Desmond jacked off the chair with a widened and shocked gaze.

The next second, he burst into laughter like he just heard the funniest joke ever. He halted all of a sudden returning his eyes to his normal cold and terrorizing gaze.

He took his seat comforting himself just like earlier.

"Stop being a foolish man Mr Wood. That doesn't change the fact that everything you own is mine now. Even your life and death will be decided by me. Tsk tsk tsk, who will save you now Mr Wood?" He mocked with a deadly smile.

"You shouldn't have bothered, old man. That's just a copy. I am not as draft as you are. You're dying anyway. Why did you even care?" He mocked sarcastically. The man's jaw dropped; what kind of a human beast is he? This can be greediness but also injustice; he needs to get out here to reclaim his properties. Sueing him could probably help him get his whole properties back.' The man thought.

"I'll do you one last favor. At least anyone in your shoes should be gladdened."

He clapped twice and two muscular men appeared with fancy packages with them.

"I was passing by a fancy restaurant today and I decided to get all of this just for you. Am amazing right? I know. So you're going to eat this at least you've got something to save your miserable life. You don't need to starve on your way to hell. I'm doing you a huge favor, you see." He said exposing the packages himself with a mysterious smile. It was all filled with food and sodas.

All of a sudden his expression changed to something fierce and dangerous.

"Now get this whole thing wrapped up in thirty minutes before I wipe out your entire generation. You won't even live to practice thefts again." He coldly ordered, his voice filled with authority and command.

The man was mystified. He was shocked to the core. Did he even have sense at all? Of course not; he's senseless; otherwise, he wouldn't have asked one person to finish this whole damned food for just thirty minutes... And can anyone finish that, huh?

"What! But that's impossible; no one can finish that in thirty minutes, and it's way too much. I'll choke!" The man protested with fear and shock all evident in him.

"But that makes it a lot fun Mr Wood. Now, you are going to eat all this; let's find out if you are going to choke or not. I think your fate will be decided then." Dig in or I'll blow your brain out." He coldly said jolting the old man."

"Fine...I ... I...w... will" he stammered in fear.

The man digs in fast... After twenty minutes, he was so full already that his brain could no longer function to anything again, and his belly pumped out sillily. Desmond just sat comfortably watching the reel. It's very entertaining honestly.

"Please, I'm full already. I can't take this anymore... It's stuck right on my chest I can't breathe." The man managed to speak out.

Desmond laughed out loud scornfully.

"That's amazing then. How about this? How would it feel pulling a trigger into that big belly of yours? Interesting right?" He mocked with a sarcastic smile.

"Now continue; drink the whole soda until I tell you to stop. You can't speak, or you gonna face my deadly wrath, Mr Wood! I'm sure you don't even want to know how far I can go." He coldly.

The man continues. It's almost an hour now, and he's still eating with a lot of discomfort. His whole body ached, and it hurt so badly. Isn't it better to die rather than this...

The next minute he vomited...

Desmond contemptuously sneered and looked away, then back at him.

"You are a genius, Mr Wood. Now lick all that you vomited with your tongue!" He sneered at him coldly.

"Now, this is enough, please. Just kill me already you beast!."

Desmond laughed slightly in a mystifying way.

"Even death can't save you from my wrath now, Mr Wood. You going to suffer this because no one can cheat Desmond. It's just impossible!"

The man nodded in disgust. A dying man, indeed, has nothing to fear. Perhaps he's witnessing it now. He's a real demon; he can never be human.

"Well, I haven't said anything still... Continue, or you know how far I can go; whipping off your generation doesn't sound bad, and I'm sure you wouldn't like it even in your fucking grave, right?." He coldly uttered.

The man continued unwillingly; he licked every single crumb on the floor and a piece on his shoe. Yummy! This was the worst pain he had ever witnessed in his life. He's surely not going to forget this even in his damned grave...

This man is a beast. The worst beast he has ever encountered.

Foolish him to think he can tricked

someone like him. He must be doing this for long and honestly, it's injustice. Now it's done, he's right, there's no more reason to live anymore. Why should he live huh? He just lost everything.

"You're a beast, Desmond. I hate you so much. People like you should be cursed that you never be able to become anything valuable in life, not even the ability to fall in love."

To his surprise, the once expressionless Desmond finally burst into laughter.

"Once again, you prove me right, Mr Wood, you're a real dumpster. You think you can escape from me with all of that, huh? Asshole! But I've become one, and thanks to you, you added to my wealth, even if it's just a little. Now, how would it feel if MASSIVE CORPORATION suddenly changed to DESMOND EMPIRE? Beautiful right?" He chuckled scornfully.

"Hm, forget about me. Let's talk about you. Till now, you are still talking, but who will save you from me afterward? Your death is certain old man." He grinned roguishly with utmost satisfaction.

"Just kill me already... Desmond!"

"No, I'm not done with you; wipe him till he walks in the midst of the dead," He coldly instructed and smirked. The muscular men obeyed immediately.

After Thirty minutes... The man was already fighting between life and death.

"Now I'm sick of this!" He whispered while blinking with boredom, and he unhesitatingly and heartlessly sent a bullet into his bumped-out Tommy, as he said earlier.

And just like that, the man was relieved of his heavyweight.

Blood splattered everywhere. Even his undigested food can be spotted.

The man was sitting, his neck bent to one side, his eyes were unclosed, still widened and his mouth slightly agape even after his death. The man died horribly.

Desmond squatted before the already-dead man and smirked.

"Have a nice trip to hell, Mr Wood," He said with an evil smile and got up.

This is one of his most favorite days ever. He got to fulfill someone's death wish again; it's so beautiful, isn't it? For a long while now, no one ever tried to outsmart him like this, but this old man... May his soul rest in pieces. Sometimes it's good to die at forty than to be a freaking fool forever!

He smiled in utmost satisfaction.

"Clean this mess" he ordered and exited the room.