Between The Game Of Death & Love

And they say, "In every man's triumph or fall, there is a woman, behind."

Fiel Davidal was a Kung Fu Champion who eventually became the head trainer of Wolvy's Martial Arts Training Center owned and Managed by the WNC Company, a well-known Martial Arts Institution, that has trained and produced gold medalists in every competition.

Fiel Davidal is a man of strength, a wise mind, more than enough money to spend as an unmarried man, and a peaceful life with sexcapades with different women from time to time.

Until, Clushia, a new female trainee, has enrolled at Wolvy's Martial Arts Training Center. Clushia is a beautiful, young maiden, who immediately showed interest and later obsession with Fiel Davidal.

This is where the complexity in Fiel Davidal's life started.

"Clushia, stop this. This is not right. I am your trainer and you are my trainee," Fiel Davidal said as he tried to stop Clushia from kissing and hugging him.

"I know, you want me also, Sir. Why are you trying to hinder what you feel for me?" the young woman said as she hugged her trainer, tighter and claimed his lips aggressively.

Fiel, who has been attracted to the young beauty, was not able to control himself and gave in to his lustful desires. He kissed back Clushia with such fiery and wildness.

Clushia became more aggressive as she felt her handsome trainer, giving in to her seduction. Her right hand traveled down and got inside his Kung Fu pants. When she reached her target, she played with it the way she knew how to let a man moan in delight.

Fiel Davidal was no longer in control of himself as he lifted the young woman and put her butt on his sturdy wooden executive desk. They were inside Fiel's office in the training center.

When Fiel took her, he felt her groan with pain and he was confused. How come that he was the first man in her life? She showed him how aggressive she is as a woman; brave and liberated.

Fiel stopped from thrusting inside her and looked at her with a furrowed forehead, but Clushia encircled her delicate hands around his neck and kissed him deeply as she moved herself to let Fiel penetrate her more.

With that, Fiel's last ounce of control snapped and he gave her what she craves for. She was moaning in delight as Fiel pounced at her repeatedly and with a certain speed; from a slower phase to picking up higher until it reached its maximum speed, which eventually brought her to that peak of complete ecstasy.

"Clushia," Fiel moaned as she called her name.

"Oh, Fiel. You are so good," Clushia murmured while tears drifted from her eyes. She had given it all to Fiel even though she had no guarantee that he would love her back. She just wanted to feel loved by him. She truly loved this man and from the onset that she laid eyes on him, she knew very well that she finally found the man, whom she would spend her whole life with.

Fiel saw her tears and suddenly, he felt guilty. "Clushia, I am sorry for this. I was not able to control myself," he said worried as he apologized.

"Don't mind me, Sir Fiel, these are tears of joy. I am just so happy to finally make my fantasies come to reality," the young woman said with a smile, although tears were still dripping down her cheeks.

"Clushia, I wanted to be responsible for this. Tell me, when do you want me to visit your home and tell your parents of my intention to marry you?" Fiel suddenly said without even thinking much.

With full of astonishment, Clushia looked at the man, who had been in her dreams for so many nights. "Fiel, are you sure you wanted me to be your wife?" she said, exclaiming.

Fiel smiled at her and gently caressed her lovely face. "I do, Clushia. I wanted you to be my wife."

With much happiness, Clushia embraced Fiel and gave him rains of kisses on his cheeks to his laughter.

"Let me bring you home, Clushia," he then offered as he gathered their clothes that had been scattered on the floor.

"No, there is no need, my Love. See you tomorrow. "

"Clushia, where are your parents? Let me talk to them tonight," Fiel insisted but Clushia sweetly stopped him from speaking as she gave him a quick kiss and thereafter ran outside of his office like a jolly kid.

Fiel shook his head with a smile on his lips. Clushia is still young and he knows he needs more patience to cope with his married life with her. With a wider smile, he sat on his executive chair and closed his eyes, thinking about Clushia. The young woman whose love for him and bravery caught him off guard and took him out of his comfort zone.

...

"Mr. Fiel Davidal?" A police officer asked the Kung Fu trainer of the Wolvy's Martial Arts Training Center. Beside him is another Police Officer, who seemed younger than him.

With a furrowed forehead, Fiel Davidal nodded. " Yes, I am Fiel Davidal. May I know Sir, why you are looking for me?" he inquired, with a wondering voice.

"I am here to ask you a few questions about Ms. Clushia __."

Fiel's forehead furrowed more. "What about her, officer?"

"Where were you last night Mr. Davidal?" the police officer asked while looking at Fiel keenly.

Furrowing further, Fiel replied to the Police Officer. "I was at home, sleeping.

"Do you have a companion at home, who could testify to that?"

"I live alone, Officer. May I know why I am being asked with these nonsense things?"

"Ms. Clushia was found dead last night. She was raped and killed."

Fiel was shocked. "What? I just saw her last night when she left this training center." Suddenly, Fiel could feel a certain pain that crept through his heart as if a sharp blade cut through it. He felt his knees weaken as his feet stayed rooted on where he was standing.

"Did you follow her after she left, Mr. Davidal?"

Fiel looked at the Police Officer and with a shaking voice, he answered, "No. I stayed here for a while before I went home."

"Mr. Fiel Davidal, there are pieces of evidence and witnesses pointing to you as the culprit. Please come with us without any resistance. Be reminded that you are entitled to be silent and to have your lawyer, who would defend you."

Clushia's spirit, whose body has been violated and cut in half by her perpetrators shouted in despair. "No! I could not die!" her spirit shouted as she tried to enter her body again, but being cut in half, she could not revive her life. Clushia's spirit was fighting for her dear life as she did not want to die and leave Fiel on earth. Suddenly, she felt her spirit being scooped by a strong wind, like a tornado.

Slowly, her eyes opened. Clushia immediately sat up realizing that she was alive.

"I am alive, hahaha, but where am I?" she said in an almost crazy manner. Her eyes scanned her surroundings and she was petrified to notice how different her surroundings were. She is sitting in a very elegant, Victorian type of bed and her room shows all signs of elegance and is screaming of wealth.

Clushia alighted from her bed and opened the window of her room. She saw that where she is now, is definitely unfamiliar to her. All she could see around were things that she saw only in her dreams and fantasy movies.

"Where am I?" she murmured as her eyes feasted on the beautiful view in front of her. In complete confusion, she walked back to the bed and sat thereon again, as she tried to remember what happened to her.

Her eyes grew wide when she remembered how her body had been violated by two of her co-trainers in Wolvy's Martial Arts and Training Center. Anger deep within her suddenly exploded.

"You will pay for what you did to me, bastards!" she hissed in full disgust then all of a sudden, her endearing moments with Fiel came running across her mind. Tears trickled down her cheeks as she thought about Fiel and the love between them that was already starting to bloom when that dreadful thing happened to her.

"Fiel, my love. What happened to us? Where are you?" she whispered as she continued to weep. She remembered how Fiel caressed her and made love to her tenderly then wildly thereafter that brought them both to such peak of eternal bliss. When she reminisced further how Fiel offered marriage to her after their hot lovemaking, Clushia cried more. "Fiel, I am not the Clushia you knew. I am a piece of shit now, dirty and not worthy to be your wife," she murmured further in between her sobs. She lost her hope; she lost her dream. She is a total wreck, emotionally and physically.

She stood up not knowing where to go. She walked back and forth until she noticed the exquisite wooden vanity dresser with a half-body mirror on it. She walked toward it and looked at herself. She was completely shocked when she saw her reflection in the mirror.

...

At the Wolvy's Martial Arts and Training Center, Fiel Davidal has been hand-cupped and brought to the police station. He was imprisoned while the case of rape with murder against him has been heard in court.

As semen has been found inside the vag*na of Clushia's dead body, Fiel Davidal was required by the court to produce his semen for laboratory testing purposes to check if it would match that of the semen found in the victim. If it does not match, Fiel will be freed and the case against him will be dismissed.

"Fiel, you need to submit to the court's order. You have to agree and give a sample of your semen. This will be your saving grace," His lawyer, who is his best friend, Leo's father tried to convince him not knowing his predicament deep inside.

The night before the murder of Clushia happened was the night that they had their first, hot love-making inside his office at Wolvy's Martial Arts Training Center. Fiel was therefore afraid that a part of his semen could still be found in her.

The lawyer saw the hesitancy and worry in Fiel's expression. "Fiel, do I need to know something, to defend you better in court?" he asked the accused.

With no other recourse, Fiel told his lawyer about what happened between him and Clushia on the same night that the woman was found dead. His lawyer fell silent.

"Didn't you put on a protection Fiel when you did it with her?" The lawyer thereafter asked. He still wanted to be sure.

Fiel shook his head. "Unfortunately, there was none in my office and I have not thought about putting any while doing it with her. I like Clushia and I was ready for the consequences of my action. I even offered marriage to her after we did that, to which she accepted happily."

The lawyer was in deep thought for a while before he said, "We have no other recourse but for you to submit your sample semen in court. Otherwise, we might be held in contempt. We will use your story as an argument, just in case, your semen will match that semen found in the victim. Besides, the semen of the real rapist might also be found therein.

Although hesitant, Fiel submitted himself to a semen extraction procedure as required by the court.

After a day, once again, the lawyer visited Fiel in the prison.

"Fiel, this is still confidential and the prosecutor will be presenting the result of the semen test in court during the hearing next week. No one knew it, except the prosecutor but I found a way to know. The semen found in the victim's body matched your semen Fiel," the Lawyer said in a low voice.

Fiel's heart was heaving as he asked his lawyer, "What about the semen of the real culprit, Attorney? Did they find different semen in Clushia's body too?"

Shaking his head the lawyer looked at Fiel. "Unfortunately, and I am actually wondering how, yet no other type of semen was found in the victim's body."

Fiel was shaken when he heard the Lawyer's statement. "Does it mean, I am doomed, Attorney? Will I be convicted for a crime I did not do?"

Fiel is not a religious person but at this point, he was able to pray that the judge and juries would consider their defense that he is innocent and that the semen found on the victim's body was out of their lovemaking that night before the murder of Clushia, him being the woman's boyfriend.

Nonetheless, it seems like his prayers did not do magic.

Eventually, Fiel was adjudged guilty.

"I am sorry, Fiel. I did my best to defend you as innocent, but the majority of the juries, believe otherwise including the judge," Fiel's lawyer said in a sad voice. He pitied Fiel, for he knew the man as a good man and would never do such a heinous crime.

With a broken heart and broken dreams, Fiel Davidal was convicted of life imprisonment plus payment of damages to the family of the victim.

From the City penal institution, an order has been issued stating the transfer of Fiel to the maximum penal institution since his crime was considered a capital offense under the law.

"Where are we going, Officer?" Fiel asked when he was being removed from the City Penal Institution and was told to get inside the police mobile for a long journey.

The police officer looked at him with a smirk on his face. "Davidal, you are going to the maximum penal institution called the "Hellhole". You will be lucky if you can get out of it still alive."

Fiel was astounded upon hearing what the police officer just stated. He looked at the Police Officer with squinting eyes. "It is not funny, officer," he said fiercely.

The Police Officer laughed and tapped his shoulder. "I am not joking, Davidal. That is the truth. No prisoner was able to come out of that institution alive that was why it was called a "Hellhole."

Fiel did not reply anymore. He fell silent and readied himself for the worst.

It took long hours of travel, most probably around six hours, before finally, Fiel felt the mobile police car come to a halt.

"We have arrived at our destination, Davidal. Get your bag and be ready for a more miserable life inside and most probably, death thereafter," the Police Officer stated, with another smirk on his lips. He seemed to be heartless and never cared what his words would mean to the man, to whom he was telling those words.

Fiel took a deep breath. "What is there to be afraid of Officer? I am nothing now, and everything about me has been ruined already because of this false accusation and judgment against me," he said coldly as he alighted from the police mobile.

The Police officer just shook his head and laughed. "No criminal I heard, admitted that they are guilty of the crime they were adjudged as guilty. You are not different from them, Davidal."

"If that is what you believe about me, Officer, then I will not argue anymore. But someday, my innocence will be proven," Fiel retorted, but again the Police Officer just gave him a chuckle and a laugh thereafter.

Fiel has been entrusted to the accountable police officer of the day in the maximum penal institution.

When he entered the penal institution called Hellhole, Fiel felt the ambiance inside to be indeed like hell as told by the Police Officer.

...

Three days after his arrival at the "Hellhole", a riot happened. It all just started when two prisoners bumped into each other while walking to get their food.

Fiel tried to avoid the riot and decided to just stand in one corner, away from the fighting prisoners however someone saw him and attacked him. He tried to be defensive and avoided hurting his attacker but then the attacker got a fork and did not stop until he could really hurt him. Fiel became agitated now.

"Stop now, if you still want to live," Fiel hissed at his attacker but he just laughed at him like a madman.

Thus, when the prisoner attacked Fiel again, Fiel caught his hand holding the fork and with full force, pushed such hand, making him stab his own throat.

Fiel was forced to fight to defend himself but ended up killing the prisoner, who attacked him.

"You fu*king asshole, you kill the man!" another prisoner was about to attack Fiel but the jail guards and on-duty police officers came, hitting each of the fighting prisoners with their cudgels.

When the riots were stopped, the dead man was found lying on the floor.

"Who killed this man?!" one of the police officers shouted pointing to the dead man.

"That man, officer!" the second prisoner who was about to attack Fiel said while pointing his finger to Fiel.

"Gaddamit, you are just new here and you are already creating trouble!" the police officer made brisk steps toward Fiel and hit the latter's head with the cudgel he was holding. Where if not for Fiel's swift action of catching the cudgel, his head might have been broken, or worse he might have been dead because of head trauma.

Thereafter, two police officers joined forces and almost dragged Fiel to a secluded prison cell on the ground floor that they called Oubliette.

He was pushed inside the oubliette, which is a small and a bit dark room. He sat still while he scanned the room with his keen eyes, then his eyes suddenly focused on a certain button like a doorbell in the middle of the floor. Thinking that it might be an emergency button, he pushed it hard to call the attention of the police jail guards.

To Fiel's astonishment, however, the portion of the floor where he was sitting, fell and a light overshadowed him. Before he could even shout, a strong current of air enveloped him and in a flash, he was carried by such tornado. His feet landed on a cold floor and as soon as his feet touched the floor, a ray of light illuminated him and he heard a voice from somewhere.

"And so another fighter has just arrived! Welcome to the game of fangs and death!"