The destiny of Kemuel 37

He started the car driving in absolute silence. But it wasn't a peaceful silence. It was the heavy, threatening silence that precedes a storm. You knew that silence. You had experienced it before. It meant that Damián was thinking, calculating, planning something that would terrify you.

Damián was known internationally. Not just in Spain. His reputation crossed borders. He was the most sadistic, cruel, and reckless man in the world. Everyone knew it. Everyone feared him. Even criminals from other countries, Russian mafia, Colombian drug traffickers, Japanese yakuza... Everyone knew Damián's name and everyone feared him.

Because Damián had no limits. He didn't know pity. He didn't feel remorse. He enjoyed causing pain, terror, destruction. And he did it without consequences because he had contacts at all levels: corrupt police, bought judges, politicians in his pocket, doctors willing to cover up anything.

You had heard stories about him before he transformed you. Stories that chilled your blood. Men who disappeared. Women who were found physically and psychologically destroyed. Entire families destroyed because someone had dared to defy Damián.

And now you were his property.

The car stopped in front of the house. Damián turned off the engine but didn't move. He sat staring ahead for several seconds that felt like hours.

Finally, he spoke without looking at you.

"Do you know why I'm feared all over the world, Sofía?"

You didn't respond. Your throat was closed by fear.

"Because I have no limits. Because I can do what I want, to whom I want, when I want, without consequences. Because I enjoy seeing the terror in people's eyes when they realize they're completely at my mercy."

He turned towards you slowly. His eyes were two bottomless black pits, empty of any human emotion except pure cruelty.

"And you, Sofía, are mine. Completely. Your body belongs to me because I created it. Your identity belongs to me because I control it. Your life belongs to me because I can end it at any moment without anyone asking or investigating."

He got out of the car slamming the door. He opened your door pulling you out with such violence that you fell to your knees on the ground. He grabbed your hair forcing you to stand up and pushed you towards the house door.

"Enter."

You entered stumbling. Damián closed the door with a key behind you and locked it. Then he turned towards you with a smile that froze your blood.

"Now that we're completely alone, without witnesses, without anyone who can hear what happens here, I'm going to teach you what it really means to be Damián's property."

He approached you slowly. Each step resonated in the absolute silence of the house.

"Until now, I've been relatively kind to you. I've treated you like my wife. I've given you certain privileges. But that ends today. From this moment...