Chaos Inside A Pen

Armed with S-Grade Kevlar suit and sub-machine guns that pack firepower without any recoil which is perfectly made for all-out assault; the 7th Unit lead by Chief Sakamoto stormed the former nest, Maximillian Fernandez before he went out of their radar.   The White Mansion, as coined by junkies and punks in the street, has lost its former glory and beauty. Its gates and walls are now draped with dead vines and vandalized by street urchins with puerile images of dick and pussy   It’s infamous gold and yellow paints are now like faded urine-stained all over its facade while its large iron-wrought gate has gone missing.   However, despite the dilapidated condition, testosterone boys and wild girls are now flocking inside the huge three-story mansion. Maximillian promises them that not just booze will flood his crib tonight; crystals, poppers, and other extreme party drugs will be available with the exact amount of cash.   But many from the underground is also expecting ...

Chief Sakamoto’s face was utterly at loss as he listens for the third time the audio file that Draymon has given to him. Instead of a resolution, the case that they are working on plunges into the depths of the unknown, and what awaits them might be the end not just for their career but also of the world. “What do you think Chief?” Draymon looks worried as he rarely sees their chief without its usual humor and wit. The wrinkles on the face of the Sakamoto suddenly increase while massaging his temple. The revelation of the angel clearly stressing him out. The answer they’ve been looking for give them more questions and problems instead of the other way around. “Honestly Dray, this is beyond us. Beyond even for anyone.” He sighs while wiping the sweat on his brow after finishing the whole audio again. “The angel tells me that I need to...” Draymon can’t say the exact words of what is the sky maiden demands for him. It's bizarre and at the same time too surr...

The two immediately went to Terminus where the winged lady is said to be transferred after a rescue operation done by the 8th Police Unit in the city. They found out the angel in the sex video chained and jailed deep within the sewer annals that serve as the headquarters of the biggest prostitution ring in the city. Though her beauty is still apparent, the sky maiden shows signs of exhaustion both physically and emotionally. Her eyes still have the ethereal spark on them and yet dark, heavy rings encircle it. Trace of tears is all over on her fine, high cheeks and her whole body is quivering as she put herself in a fetal position. Her wings are now but a vestigial prosthetic; its bones are broken while some of the feathers are shedding one by one. Once inside, Draymon and Mike were accosted by guards into the underground floor of Terminus. This is one of the key features of the most highly secured facilities that house prisoners and criminals that are considered a threat...

Every boy in the middle of puberty considers this as their private rite of passage. You can’t call yourself a man at all if you never douse your eyes and feast your fantasy with the voluptuous body of a woman in fancy names; no qualms about the race, the color of the skin nor the size of her breast. What matters is that she is dancing in whatever room with a man all fired up: pumping and thrusting each of the flesh to one another. Bathed in sweet sweat. Moaning as loud as they can which makes it harder for you to unable to control the urge. The more it drags on the more you get closer to the hidden pleasure of boyhood. Until it explodes. With a sigh, you will end it. Guilt be damned. Inspector Draymon recalls his first memory of pornography with awkward embarrassment. Of course, it is an open secret to anybody that boys in their teen encounter such intense curiosity about how it was done between the flowers and bees or as his friend metaphorically describe with more blat...