Carnal Immortal-Chapter 407: Brutal Ending
Carlile looks at the gun in his trembling hands and feels a great sense of dread loom over him.
He looks at Zenya, who is staring at him with her cold killer eyes; even without a weapon in her hand, she scares the living shit out of him.
His holding a gun doesn't make his fear any less because every instinct in his body is screaming at him not to aim the gun at Zeyna, but then again, it's the only option he has if he wants to get out of this situation alive.
Amon is ordering him to kill himself using the gun, but he could use this same gun to at least put up a fight.
Either way, he is going to die.
With shaky hands, Carlile tries to make up his mind whether he should turn the gun and point it at Zeyna or actually kill himself.
"Looks like you are having second thoughts. Carlile. I am doing this for your own good. Kill yourself now, and you won't have to go through the torture that will be inflicted on you if you dare to point that gun at Zenya," Amon says, making Carlile think over his options again.
His mind starts doing all the possible reasoning that it can for his current situation. He looks at his options and very quickly comes to a conclusion.
He has been given two options: either kill himself or be tortured.
He has tried everything. He has begged for mercy and even sacrificed his son, but it looks like none of it is going to work.
As for trying to point the gun at Zenya? No, he won't do that. He isn't stupid enough to do that. He has seen with his own eyes what this murderous woman can do with just two daggers in her hand.
The only possible way out for him is suicide, because a narcissist like him can never picture himself getting tortured.
Torture is the ultimate form of losing control; he couldn't ever imagine himself begging and screaming while being reduced to a piss soaked animal. He would rather kill himself than suffer such humiliation.
As Carlile makes up his mind, a sense of clearness reflects in his eyes as he looks at the screen before him, in which Amon is sitting on the couch, getting his dick sucked by Shiana and smiling at him, amused by his state.
It's humiliating, but Carlile knows that if he doesn't comply with Amon's orders, the humiliation and pain that will follow are much worse.
If there is anyone to blame, he blames his idiot son, regretting not wearing a condom while fucking Danial's mother.
Amon listens to Carlile's thoughts and feels like laughing. Even at the end of his life, Carlile is holding onto this illusion of control that he has never had.
In his mind, he thinks that by killing himself, he is robbing Amon of the satisfaction that his torture will bring Amon, but the real truth is, Amon really doesn't care.
He is only putting on this grand play to show Carlile's son how pathetically powerless he has been from the very beginning.
Carlile's hand stops trembling as he has made his decision.
He faces the barrel of the gun towards his face, opens his mouth, and puts it in while looking at Amon with clear eyes. As he puts his finger on the trigger and pulls on it, for that split second, he sees Amon not even looking at him. Instead, his attention is focused on Shiana as he pushes her head down to make her choke on his cock.
In that split second before death, Carlile realises that his death really doesn't mean anything to Amon. The gun goes off, and blood splatters all over the wall that's behind him.
Danial looks at the TV screen with trembling eyes as he has just witnessed his father blow his own brains out. Not only did the bastard sacrifice his own son to save his skin, but when forced into a corner, he chose the easy way out.
Danial then looks at Amon, who seems more interested fucking Shiana's throat than looking at Carlile's blown-up head.
Danial feels sick to the stomach as the sound of Shiana gagging on Amon's massive cock is the only thing audible right now.
This man just ordered his father to kill himself before everyone, to display his power, but he didn't even have the decency to spare his father a few seconds during his last moment.
Danial sees the look of lust and devotion that is on Shiana's face as she willingly chokes herself on Amon's cock, drooling all over it while creating a mess. Even with all the chaos that just took place, Shiana didn't take her eyes off Amon for even a second, as her only duty is to be a useful tool of pleasure to her master, Amon. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚
It doesn't feel real.
Danial did all this for Shiana. She was supposed to be the love of his life, so when he saw her with Amon. He decided to make an example out of Amon right in front of her and scare her into realizing that the only man who deserves her is Danial.
But the goons he brought, the mercenaries he hired to kidnap Amon, everyone feels terrified and shocked by what just happened.
One man, this man, Amon. He walked in willingly with the mercenaries, who looked terrified from the very beginning, as if they had gone through hell. Danial should have clocked it and abandoned the plan, but he didn't. His obsession with Shiana was too strong.
Amon then sat down like he owned the place, gave a few orders, and flipped the whole thing upside down.
None of the men in the room has ever witnessed a display of power like this before. Carlile was a powerful man; he had influence, connections, and money, but one mistake from Danial forced his father to take his own life.
While all this happened, the man who made it all possible didn't even care about it. He is occupied with the woman who's choking herself on his cock.
Amon smiles down on Shiana, which makes her giddy with happiness, as his smile is proof that she is doing good, and nothing makes her happier than this.
"Let's go to your room. I am going to reward you for being a good slave by pounding that pussy of yours all night~" Amon says. Shiana reluctantly lets go of Amon's cock even though she doesn't want to, but Amon's order is her law.
As they both stand up, Amon easily throws her up on his shoulder and looks at the mercenaries. Now that he owns them, he can make them do anything.
"Kill everyone in the room and clean up after. I don't want to see a drop of blood in the morning when I walk out of the bedroom. Well, except him," Amon says, pointing at Danial.
"Let him live, he is of no use," Amon says and heads to the bedroom as Shiana continues to squirm with anticipation on Amon's shoulder.
As Amon and Shiana disappear in the bedroom, the living room falls into a chilling silence as both the mercenaries and Danial's goons fall into a stunned silence.
What follows next is the sound of Shiana's feral moans and the gunshot-like, hard pounding Amon is subjecting her to.
This sound also acts as an alarm, waking the mercenaries and the goons from their stunned state.
The two groups look at each other, waiting for someone to make the move.
One of the goons finally makes his move and tries to shoot first, but how can goons for a local gang compare to mercenaries who have lived most of their lives in war fields?
Within seconds, the mercenaries unload their bullets into every goon inside the room with their superior machine guns. It's over in a few seconds, and what's left is a bloody mess.
It's going to take a lot of time and effort to clean up.
As for Danial, he continues to be on his knees, completely covered in the blood of his men, with eyes that look dead. The only thing that he can still hear is Shiana's feral animal-like moans.
One of the mercenaries then grabs him by the back of his shirt, drags him out, and throws him out of the house before immediately getting to work, that is, to make sure that Shiana's living room is corpse and blood-free by morning.
And they have to do it while listening to the sound of Shiana's feral moans and gunshot-like pounding that she is being subjected to, that's leaking out of her bedroom walls.
The moment the front door slams behind Danial (thrown out like a bag of trash into the cold night, soaked in his men's blood). The mercenaries get to work.
Inside, the mercenaries work in near-silence. They've dismembered men in deserts, burned villages, and vanished bodies in oceans, but none of them have ever cleaned a living room while a woman they all now secretly fear is being fucked so hard the walls shake.
They saw off limbs with bone saws. They roll corpses into industrial tarps. They mop arterial spray while Shiana's voice climbs into a broken, ecstatic howl that doesn't even sound human anymore.
And through it all, not one of them dares look toward the bedroom door.
They know what's happening in there is sacred in the worst way.
They're not cleaning just for Amon. They're cleaning for her now, too. Because she's his slave, whom he seems to value a lot, as he just made them massacre a bunch of people for causing her some inconvenience.
