Date: Wed, 16 Aug 2023 16:57:39 +0000 (UTC)
From: Olando Reez <olandoreez@aol.com>
Subject: Saved by the Devil (16)

This is a fictional story about the recent and now departed TV series
Daredevil. The really good and appealing show about the Marvel super hero
from the comics
I had been wanting to write about this show for a while but never found
the time. But as I have started to research it again. Remembering how
freaking hot the actor Charlie Cox was in the role. The scruffy beard and
hot body he has.
Just wish he would have stayed hairy like real life. Because he is
smoldering.

Do enjoy..

Saved by the Devil (16)
At the Kingpins feet...


... I was out for a while. This i knew. After being chased in that
building by a man pretending to me the daredevil. After seeing him take
down a handful of guards protecting me. He took them all down, easily and
quickly. Then he took down Froggy. And came after me. Until he stopped me
and knocked me out
Had he killed froggy? Had he killed all of them just to get to me.
When I woke I was not at the office where he had found me. This fake
superhero. I was somewhere else entirely. In an elaborately decorated
room. I sat up from a groggy and hurting head. Then looked around at the
place. There I saw him, the kingpin. Sitting in a chair and just smiling
down at me. And it was a wicked smile too. Like he would literally eat me
alive.

"So, little man" he chirped out
"Trying to do me some harm"
"Do you think you are man enough to do so"

I looked at him. He was a huge man, huge hands and thick body. He had to
be 6 foot  5 at the least. And maybe 280 lbs or so. Maybe more. I figured
I was a dead man. Only brought here by the fake daredevil to his boss so
that he could kill me himself. I looked over at him still standing by. He
had removed the daredevil outfit and stood there in a shirt and jeans. He
was not a terrible looking man. Tall, blonde and a fairly stroking face.
But he was the enemy . Here to make sure I was done away with for the
kingpin.

"Benjamin is a good soldier" he then said
"He does what I need, and is most efficient. Don't you find?"
"Are you going to kill me?" I then asked, already knowing the answer

He smiled again. Then said he himself would never stain his clothes with
blood. That was for men like Benjamin to do. He just wanted me here
before him begging for the life that was useless to him. And that he may
just enjoy the watching of my breaking bones.

"Please don't kill me" I started to beg as I looked back at the kingpin.
"I promise. I will do anything"
"You will die"
"But first".

He paused as he looked at me. And the man just stared at me. Like he
could see inside me. It was alarming to say the least.

"But first. Place him in the other room."he ordered
"I will see him personally in a few minutes. Then he is yours Benjamin"

The fake daredevil smiled slyly. As if he knew what was going to happen.
Then he turned and left me there. I looked about the room, trying to see
if there was a way to escape. But I realized that the only way out was
the window and how many stories down I would have to jump. A sure death
in the fall alone. So I was utterly trapped. Tied and bound to a chair
and waiting for the kingpin to brutalize me. I was sure he would torture
me. This before leaving me to his henchman to finish me off.
I started to cry as I felt I would not escape this. I would be dead soon
enough. So that window seemed like at least a faster death. So I tried to
shimmy myself out of my bindings. Trying to get free somehow. But they
did not move. The fucker had tied them very well. And I was not strong
enough just to break them.
Then he came into the room. The kingpin. A huge form of man. Heavy set
and tall. He smiled as he looked in at me. Then he took off his suit
jacket. Placing it in the bed nearby. Then he started to roll up his
sleeves. Then just started to talk to me

"I don't know why people try and go off and defy my wished" he said.

His hands looked huge as he rolled up the other sleeve. He then moved in
closer to me, still speaking lightly. As if having a civil conversation.
Letting me know that what I had done would be punished.

"You should have just kept your mouth shut" he said
"Should have just come to me and let me know your concerns"
"And I would find a way to sway your cooperation"
"But no. You had to spill your mouth out with these lies."

He was now standing in front of me. Looming over me like a vulture. Then
he pulled his hands together and rubbed at his wrists and then knuckles.
That was when he took a swing. Punching me in the face. Hard. I was not
sure what I felt. Was it pain or something else. There was just a ringing
blowing in my ears from the strike. And I tasted blood.

"Such terrible lies" he said again

Then he just started to punch me again and again. I don't know how many
times. But I was knocked unconscious by his blows. Slumping there in the
chair. I faintly heard him call someone before I was out. But then I was
out. For a while. My heads last thoughts were I would be dead soon, very
soon. And I drifted off into the blackness of unconsciousness....


More to come