<h4>Chapter 36: _ Fuckable Rosario</h4>


    <strong>Luis’s Point Of View~</strong>


    After fucking the hell out of Rosario, I wiped the memory of our exploding sex off of her head. The trick was always in the details.


    A flick of my wrist, a subtle rush of energy, and her mind was wiped clean—like a chalkboard after a rainstorm.


    Rosario, poor poor Rosario, sat there on the floor with her skirt still slightly askew, her head lolling to the side. She looked like a drunk toddler who’d had one too many bottles of milk.


    I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep fromughing. The climax turned out even better than I had expected.


    Turns out angry sex was the best after all. I zipped my zipper, enjoying the view of her fucked body.


    I wheeled myself back into position, slumping into my chair as if gravity itself hated me. The illusion had to be perfect. Pathetic Luis, the crippled cousin – the man who couldn’t stand or move and had no hope.


    Rosario stirred after a while, blinking herrge, doe-like eyes.


    She groaned softly, her hand pressing to her forehead. "Ay, Dios mío," she muttered, her voice groggy, "I must’ve fallen asleep again."


    Oh, Rosario. Sweet, oblivious Rosario.


    She adjusted her blouse, fumbling with the buttons I had so kindly left intact. The floral print shifted as she tugged it down over her curves, and I could see the faint blush creeping up her neck.


    She was embarrassed—how quaint.


    "I don’t know what’s wrong with me these days," she huffed, standing up and brushing off her skirt. "I keep falling asleep after work. It’s not professional, you know?" She turned to me, her hands on her hips, and gave me a look that screamed guilt.


    I gave her my best pitiful look, tilting my head slightly, like a wounded puppy.


    "And you," she said, wagging a finger at me, "you just sit there and watch me sleep! Luis, that must be excruciating for you. You’re too polite for your own good."


    Polite? Oh, if only you knew, Rosario. If only you knew the thoughts running through my mind right now or how bad I’d fucked you. How hard I’d drilled your fat ass and pussy for the past hour.


    But of course, you wouldn’t know. I made sure of that.


    "I’ll get your dinner," she dered, petting my shoulder like I was some fragile artifact. "Wait here, okay?"


    Where else would I go? Stupid.


    As she bustled out of the room, muttering something about how irresponsible she was, I let my lips curl into a smirk.


    "Go ahead, Rosario," I muttered under my breath. "Keep ying nursemaid while I use you as a sex ve, you whore. It’s adorable."


    The anger that had been poaching in my chest since Axel’s visit began to fade. Turned out it was nothing a good fuck couldn’t solve.


    Rosario made it all the more better. She was so predictable, so utterly oblivious to the monster she was tending to. It was almost... sweet.


    When she returned, she carried a tray with a steaming bowl of soup, a slice of bread, and a ss of water. She ced it on the small table beside my wheelchair and began feeding me gently.


    "Open," she said softly, bringing a spoonful of soup to my lips.


    Iplied, though inwardly I wanted to roll my eyes. The soup was nd, lukewarm at best, but I pretended to savor it, letting her believe she was doing something good.


    "You’re so patient, Luis. You neverin, even when I’m beingzy. I’lle back early tomorrow, okay? We’ll spend more time together."


    I just stared on like a daunce. My situation was pathetic, to say the least. Of course, being in that position for over 10 hours in a day didn’t hurt me—my master made sure of that.


    But it could get so boring, I’d consider fixing it by cutting off the head of every worker in proximity. Who knows?


    Maybe someday, I would.


    After forcing another spoonful of soup down my throat, Rosario smiled, patted my hand, and left with a cheerful "?Buenas noches!"


    The door shut behind her, and I finally allowed myself to drop the charade.


    "Patient?" I muttered, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "You people are driving me insane with your pity. If one more person looks at me like I’m some helpless stray, I swear..."


    I let the words trail off, running a hand through my hair. The house was quiet now, the faint whirr of the night emerging.


    I waited, letting the hours pass, watching the shadows lengthen and deepen...


    ...until finally, it was time.


    ____


    The moment I stepped out of the wheelchair and let my power surge through my veins, a euphoric rush flooded my senses. My muscles stretched and flexed, the stiffness melting away like frost under the sun.


    I was free.


    The air outside was cool. The darkness embraced me like an old friend, wrapping itself around me as I moved silently through thepound. I let my power shroud me, making me invisible to the human eye.


    Oh, million thanks to my master—the darkness itself for rewarding me with these powers. I could do almost anything in the world NOW!


    The workers in thepound were retiring for the night, chattering indistinctly among themselves as they headed to their quarters.


    I slipped past them easily thanks to my invisibility. My footsteps on the gravel were silent.


    I was nearly at the gate, the taste of freedom tingling on my tongue, when the rumble of an engine resounded through the quiet.


    I froze, my eyes squinted as a ck car pulled up to the gates. Axel.


    The bastard stepped out, his posture annoyingly confident, his face wearing that same smug expression that made my blood boil. He adjusted his jacket, ncing around as if he owned the ce.


    I clenched my fists, the urge to attack him nearly overwhelming. It would be so easy, so satisfying, to wipe that smirk off his face permanently.


    But no. Not yet. But would I? The answer was definitely.