A gay? Submerged Passion

10. Winnowing

Damian was seen walking towards the dining room limply. Around his eyes looks black. The message from Ariana really made the man a bit too drunk, even taking his mind off Max.

“August, Mr.”

Those blue eyes stared at the pedro who greeted him right under the stairs. With lazy eyes Damian blinked, as a reply from the greeting given by the superior.

Several servants were seen lined up neatly, forming formations from the right and left sides as usual.

“Good morning, Sir,” said they were in unison.

Damian looked indifferent, walking with firm steps, but my eyes were soft. The man's eyes stared at the long table in the middle of the room. Drowning, he placed his body right in the main seat.

The chef who saw it immediately served the food. The delicious aroma of various dishes that have been opened. The food that looks tempting feels bland. Damian only fell silent as the Chefs explained what food they were serving at the moment.

Damian who was fed up immediately raised his hand, giving the code for them all to stop.

“Back,” he said flatly.

The chefs who heard that quickly moved back to return to the kitchen connected to the dining room. The servants who saw it came forward to give the side dishes that the superior wanted.

“Hmmm.”

The maidservant stopped his hand. Their eyes seemed to tremble slightly, frightened by the extremely sharp sounding daheman.

However, Damian ignored them, his mood was completely destroyed, and he needed an impingement. Staring at meat foods with various preparations makes him want to see human meat that is served like that.

A wide smile was seen on his face, making the man's good looks increase. Even one young maid who had just started her career as a waitress was involuntarily drooling, feeling tempted by the charm of her new boss.

The burly hand began to eat the food that had been prepared. A savory sweet taste began to spread on his tongue, making a slight squeak on his forehead.

“Cuih, what are you cooking?” Damian asked sarcastically.

One of the chefs in charge of the dishes that Damian spewed out trembled. Slowly, the man advanced, then bowed his body.

“I'm sorry, Sir,” he said full of fear.

Damian stared coldly at the male figure with a white head covering. His jaw hardened as his eyes looked at those black-colored eyeballs. The memory of Ariana's lover peppered right in her head, making the man eager to smash the chef's head.

“What are you cooking? Why does it feel messy!” hiss Damian sharp.

“Sorry, Sir. Sa ... y .. I ..”

“Sttt, don't continue.” Damian cut the words of the chef who looked nervous.

Sweat grains as large as corn kernels were clearly visible on the Chef's temple, making some servants who saw him pity. However, it could do nothing to defend him.

“Free, free, or free yourself.” Damian spoke enigmatic.

Pedro who understood very well the meaning of the boss closed his eyes. The old servant did not expect the mistake of what the young chef did to end miserably.

While the young Chef who got such a question could only gulp in fear, feeling confused by the intent of the superior's words. But, whatever it was, he sure wasn't a good thing, especially when his black eyes saw the panic on the face of the butler, Pedro.

“Sorry, Sir. Forgive me,” he said trying to suppress nervousness.

Damian only chuckled that he disliked the teledor figure the most, especially that figure had reminded him of the human he hated the most.

“Sorry? If everything can be solved with forgiveness, will not the prison be empty, and can it be resolved with young apologies? Is dnegan sorry, can give a deterrent effect for the violator?” Damian asked in a flat tone.

The cold sweat further seeped intensely on the young chef's back, making his white clothes wet. Even his legs seemed to have shaken violently.

The chef stared secliling, trying to dance the help of his comrades. However, only the trousers he got, made him even more cornered.

“Free yourself Mr.” he replied with little hesitation.

Damian smiled widely, satisfied with the answer given by his subordinates. His burly hands touching each other make a sound ‘Prok .. prok ..’

Shortly afterwards appeared some under him in a black suit with a gun tucked in the waist.

The young chef who saw that glared at the eyes, ah, not just that young Chef, but the entire occupants of the mansion.

“T .. Mr. ..” The chef stuttered.

Damian looked indifferent, the more he saw the frightened look of the man, the more pleased he was. Shadow if the man was the lover of Ariana, the more he was eager to run the mission in the morning.

“Hmmm, run, if you can get out the door of this room safely, then you can be free,” Damian said with a friendly smile, as if the smile was different meaning with the purpose of his speech.

All looks stiff, not infrequently the look of his face looks pale. The young chef who has understood the intention of the speech of the boss with the knees slightly shaking moves, especially when he hears the sound of the trigger that is ready to slide.

“One ..” Damian counted in a slow tone, his right hand cutting bread casually.

The chef who heard the count started in a hurry to run, avoiding the shots that began to be aimed at his body.

“Two ..” Damian tore the meat hidden in the bread, making the thin meat decompose with a messy shape.

The atmosphere looked increasingly gripping, especially seeing some broken vases that had been scattered, because the shots were avoided.

“Three.”

Dor's!

The chef fell down with his head scattered, removing his head with a deep red color mixed with white lumps.

While Damian looks smiling, when the food on his plate managed to disintegrate with three pieces. Smooth-looking roast meat mixed with caos, mayonnaise, and vegetables.

The blue eyes looked forward, his eyes looking more and more sparkling. The sight of the young body without a whole head really made him satisfied.

While the servants, chefs, and Pedro can only withstand the nausea. Their eyes even look glassy with reddened faces. The turbulence made them want to run to the bathroom immediately, but their fear was greater.

Damian got up, looking at the black-clothed bodyguard with a flat look. A slanted smile rang on her lips as her eyes looked at the black hair.again the shadow about Ariana's boyfriend ran over her head, making the pleasure she had gulped yawn.

“You!” point it right in the face of the guard.

The guard who felt the smell turned gripping again held his breath, trying to find out the mistakes he made.

“Iya, Mr.” replied with a little nervousness.

“You want me to cut your head off, or you cut your hair out forever?” Damian asked casually. However, anyone must understand the intent of the question.

The bodyguard unhesitatingly chose to trim his hair, making Damian smile, then shake his hand, gesturing them all to leave.

Suasa instantly deserted. Only Damian was left with a messy room, and one lifeless human body.

“Hmm, if only your hair were black, then I would have asked the same question as my bodyguard, but you imitated everything in the body of the man in vain*an, he said, and it means only a proper death,” Damian reveals the reason for the Chef's death right in front of the stiff body, making his explanation seem futile.

The man was not even aware, if Max had black hair, and black eyes, exactly the same as Ricard's, Araiana's lover.