Master of Lust

Chapter - 163

After the turbulent episode, silence spread across room. But the thick air of the room was still filled up with suffocating tension. The brute, finally tired and defeated, laid still in the floor, in a puddle of his own blood. Rick, after sending the brute into a temporary sleep, sat nearby catching his breath. The ladies, stood still in corners, frozen in shock and fear.

Gloria was terrified of the violence and fury of Rick. She no longer wanted to bother Rick and was searching for a way to get out of the room as soon as possible. Olivia was clueless and shocked. She didn't know who the men were or what their intention was. For a moment, she feared about Emily. But now she was just confused.

And Zack, was almost shaking in fear and utter disbelief. Previously he thought Rick was some weak-ass average college kid, who was acting like a smart-ass Infront of Amanda. He thought beating Rick would be as easy as peeling a ripe banana.

And with the brute by his side, he was confident and imagined that Rick would be beaten quickly and he would beg for his mercy. But after seeing how effortlessly he demolished the man, how violent and furious he can get, Zach started to fear for his own fate.

Zack's heart pounded against his chest like it was trying to break free. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he tried to decipher what was going on. He stole a glance at Rick, who sat there like a statue, eyes shut tight, probably trying to summon inner peace or something. But Zack knew better than to trust calm in this chaos.

Suddenly, Rick's eyes flickered open, and Zack's stomach dropped like an elevator with a snapped cable. He could feel the tension in the room rise, suffocating him like a thick fog. Every nerve screamed danger, and Zack's mind went into overdrive, frantically searching for an escape route.

His eyes darted to the hulking mass of a man lying unconscious nearby. Zack's muscles tensed, bracing for the inevitable. He couldn't help but wonder, 'What's this lunatic gonna do to me?'

Panic surged through him like an electric shock as Rick slowly rose to his feet. Zack's breath caught in his throat, his whole body trembling with fear. He knew Rick was up to something, and it wasn't going to be pleasant. The room seemed to shrink around him, closing in like the walls of a claustrophobic nightmare.

Desperation clawed at Zack's mind, urging him to think, to find a way out of this nightmare. His thoughts raced like a rat in a maze, searching for any glimmer of hope. And then, like a bolt of lightning, an idea struck him.

'Maybe I can threaten my way out of this mess,' Zack thought, clinging to the faintest thread of hope. With trembling hands and a racing heart, he prepared to play his hand, 'Bloody shit'. Zack hated it.

"Look! You…, you don't know me. You don't know my father!" Zack finally decided to try the old and trusted route. He controlled his breaths and heart beats and tried to sound imposing and threatening.

"You think this is over? You just have beaten one man. And… and I can summon an army of them." Zack's voice quivered as he tried to muster some semblance of intimidation, but it fell flat, like a deflated balloon. His words sounded more like a scared kid trying to scare off a bully, and he knew it.

"And you better not lay a finger on me. My old man? If anything happens to me, he'll hunt you down like a dog."

He glanced at Rick, hoping to see a flicker of fear or hesitation, but Rick remained as stoic as a statue.

Attempting to sound confident, Zack forced out a laugh. "You don't know who you're messing with. My dad's got some serious pull. Cross me, and you'll regret it. But hey, I'm feeling generous. I can let bygones be bygones.

We can bury the hatchet, you and me."

"And don't you dare do anything to me. If anything happens to me, my father will come after you!"

Zack checked for Rick's response but Rick was acting completely indifferent to him.

He tried to laugh to sound intimidating, "You don't know my father, do you? You will soon find out if you don't stop. But I can let bygones be bygones and bury it all."

"I can even take you under. You won't have to worry about money or women ever," Zack started throwing his offer, "Amanda? This woman? That woman? I will make them spread their legs for you," Zack said pointing towards Olivia and Gloria.

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But Rick was still silent. And his nonchalant-ness scared him even more. His heart began to beat faster and faster and he was full sweat all over.

Rick slowly began walking towards a table, without paying any attention to Zack. He reached the table and focused on a tray which was on the table.

"Hmmm! Surgical instruments! What are they doing here in the ICU? Shouldn't be they in the surgery room? Someone might have put them here by mistake. Speaking of mistakes and being in the wrong place, what the fuck you were thinking when you came to the hospital?

You brought a man here? You wanted a fight in the hospital?", Rick stared at Zack who was trembling and shaking.

"You cheat on Amanda, and when she leaves you and moves on, you try to force her to be back with you? Didn't you learn your lesson in the store? Was shitting all over yourself wasn't enough for you? Now do you want to bleed all over? You want to show off how much of a man you are, yet you brought a goon with you. You fucking idiot!"

Rick spoke calmly, shifting his focus towards the surgical instruments again and started going through them. He began inspecting them by checking their sharpness.

"Forceps? Nah... Not needed. Hmm... I don't what even know what these are? Wire cutters?

Too smalls…" Ricks murmured in a low voice while checking the instruments.

Zack looked around searching for a way to escape, but he saw nothing expect his forth coming pain. Each passing moments felt like ages to him. His gazes frantically darted across room hoping for something. But he found himself trapped by Rick. He saw the doors and debated whether he could go for them and escape. But a feared lingered inside him, if he failed what if Rick would do something worse.

Meanwhile Rick's search for his required tool came to end. "I don't know how to use scalpels properly and whoa! Scissors…, scissors! They will be perfect!", Rick let out a pleasant yet crazy laugh.

Rick looked towards Zack while he clicked the scissors in his hands. Zack looked at Rick with fear as the clicks hit his ears.

"You know why all of this happened? Because you are a dumbass. You are a dumbass who thinks with his dick. You cheated on Amand because your dick was itching! Then when she left you, you couldn't just let it go."

"No! Irrespective your mistake and Amanda's decision, your dick told you that she is still yours and you won't be a man anymore if she left you. You troubled us in the store, you brought a fucking fight to the hospital, just because you wanted to show off how much of a man you are!", Rick sounded and pissed at tired.

"Now as we have diagnosed that it is the source of all your problems, we should perform a little surgery. What do you say? You know, like a doctor removing a tumour, I would remove your dick. And then you will be fixed!", Rick explained in a deep and calm, yet threatening voice. He sounded like a mad scientist explaining the impending fate to his doomed subjects. His eyes focused on Zack.

Zack saw the madness and anger in Rick's eyes and he starts sweating like a melting ice. He saw nothing but terror and prayed that someone would stop Rick. He looked around the room. His gaze shifted towards the ladies and he pleaded them with his eyes to stop Rick. But they seemed frozen in shock.

Rick clicked the scissors once again and took a step towards Zack.

"No! No! Just leave me!"

"What? Are you afraid? Don't you worry. The scissors and quite sharp. It will be quick and you won't feel much pain. And even if anything goes wrong, it won't be an issue.

After all we are in a hospital right?", Rick started laughing like a maniac. His laughter echoed through the room and they drummed fear inside Zack's heart, "I will just dump you on some bed."

"Please… please… please don't! I will go away. I won't bother you anymore. I will even forget Amanda. I promise… I swear!", Zack's pleas for mercy fell from his lips like desperate prayers to a deaf god. In those final moments, it was as if he finally saw the light, promising to vanish into thin air, to forget about Amanda, to do whatever it took to survive.

But it was too little, too late.

His words hung in the air, thick with desperation, but they seemed to bounce off Rick like pebbles against a tank. There was no mercy in those cold eyes, no flicker of compassion.

As Rick's heavy footsteps echoed on the ground, closing the distance between them, Zack's whole body shook with terror. Each step felt like a death knell, a countdown to his own demise.

"Fuck!"

Zack trembled in fear. His ears were defeated by the clicking sound of the scissors and Ricks footsteps. For the first time in his life, he realised his mistake, but he also realised that it was too late for forgiveness. He felt like the world around him was ending, he was cornered and darkness was engulfing him, his fate was no longer in his hand.

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