Casey's Revenge

By RB Schalin

Meet Casey. Born a hermaphrodite and operated on when he was very young. He was then taken out of an orphanage to be trained as an assassin. When his old superiors has the love of his life killed he will stop at nothing to seek revenge.
Following him across Europe as he takes out his revenge and meets others like him.

• Language: English
• Publisher: RB Schalin
• Release date: Feb 19, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311381354

RB Schalin

RB Schalin was born in Stockholm, Sweden in 1971. In 1994 he decided to get an education and moved to the U.S. where he got a degree in BBA. At the same time he met his wife to be and after graduation he moved to Panama, Central America.There he worked in Casinos, Import/Export and finally on a Teak Plantation.In 2009 he and his family decided to relocate to Spain where they are still living.Please give my novellas a review. I am thankful for any input from my readers.

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Chapter 1

‘More vodka anyone?’ shouts Steve above the music.

His three friends all shake their heads They are here to have fun not to get drunk. They know Steve has a drinking problem, and that’s not the only problem he has, there is the gambling, the women and the drugs. Mike is just one big problem. On the other hand Mike has a skill, and the result of his skills is what they are celebrating today. Five million dollars, that’s how much they managed to scam off the sucker in Panama.

Mike is a natural liar. He actually believes one hundred percent of what he says, even though he knows not a word is true. This skill makes him the most important part of their little group. It’s only four of them, but if Mike would quit, there would be no group. He is the one who talks the mark into giving them money, and doing it with a smile on his face, because Mike has told him he will double the money within six months.

They are in Las Vegas. Mike wanted to come here, and they all went along. A weekend of booze, gambling, women and drugs, and now it’s Sunday night. Tomorrow they leave, but Mike parties on like it was their first night.

‘Dude, look at her,’ says Mike punching Mark on the shoulder.

‘What? Stop punching me, I’ll spill my drink.’

‘Her, over there, the brunette who just walked in, what a bombshell.’

Mark puts on his glasses and look where his friend is pointing. The woman is tall, with long brown hair, and even from this distance he can see her blue eyes, and her legs, like there was no end to them. She is wearing a black dress that ends halfway down her thigh.

‘I’m going to talk to her,’ says Mike.

He gets up and after steadying himself against the next table, he walks over to the woman grinning like a wolf.

‘Hey, what’s your name good looking?’

At first, she just looks at him, their eyes are at the same level, and Mike feels like if he is drowning in hers.

‘Casey, what’s yours?’ she says in a husky voice.

‘Mike, sorry if I sound like an asshole, but I have little time. I was wondering if you would like to make some extra money.’

‘Doing what?’

‘C’mon, we are in Vegas, in a club, and you are dressed to kill. What do you think I want?’

‘Oh, I understand. Well, I guess I could use some extra money, what do you have in mind?’ she asks with a smile, stepping a bit closer to Mike and putting her arm through his.

He breathes in her perfume, and feels her breast press against his arm. His manhood awakes.

‘What about five hundred for an hour, right now up in my room?’

She pretends to think about it, but they both know it’s going to happen. She leans into him and whispers, ‘let’s go lover boy, show me the way.’

Chapter 2

Casey hates it, the man's hand on his ass, his bad breath against her ear, licking the lobes. If he could, he would smash in his face right now. First push him against the wall, then the heel of his palm to his nose driving the bone up into his brain, dead.

But he can’t, he has to be patient, the customer wants him dead in a way that will put shame on him. Make him look like a two bit looser, was the words that were used.

The elevator stop and they get out. Mike still has his hand on Casey’s ass, he has to let him do what he wants, she a hooker, and a hooker don't tell their Johns not to touch their ass, it would be bad for business.

In the room Mike makes some drinks, and Casey sits down on the sofa. The room is big, but not a suit. Considering that Mike and his buddies made away with five million they don’t spend much. There is a bed, a small table by the sofa, she is sitting on and two chairs.

‘Here we go honey,’ says Mike as he places a glass of wine in front of her.

She picks it up and says, ‘cheers Mike, nice to meet you.’ Casey pretends to drink, but nothing gets into her mouth, Mike could have spiked it.

‘This is very nice, you have good taste in wine. What would you like to do Mike?’

No time for beating around the bush, she wants to get out before his friends come looking for him. Casey gets up and walks around the table to where Mike is sitting on the edge of the bed.

‘Would you like a massage, maybe?’ she asks him.

‘Sure, that would be nice.’

She gets on the bed and sit on her knees behind him, slowly she begins massaging his neck and shoulders.

‘You are a strong girl,’ says Mike moaning a bit as Casey adds some more pressure on his shoulder muscles.

‘I go to the gym a few times a week, let me know if I hurt you.’

She continues to massage him with one hand, while her other loosens her necklace. It looks like a regular pearl necklace, but the string is of piano wire. Quickly she wraps it around his neck, and leans back, keeping her knees against his back. Mike tries to reach her, but he can’t, and his breathing becomes harder and soon he passes out.

Casey unwraps the necklace from his throat, and gets off the bed. She quickly undresses him and drags him towards the small wardrobe where she takes his belt and wraps it around the pole used to hang hangers on. She then ties it around his neck. When she lets him go of him, he sits half hangs. Casey places Mike's penis in his hand, and then she waits.

It takes a while, but finally his bladder and bowels lets go, and the room begins to stink, she knows he is dead.

She takes the glass she used with her and before leaving the room, she makes sure nothing is forgotten. Casey doesn’t have finger prints, they were burned off with acid many years ago, but she can still leave DNA, and the glass has her saliva on it.

Back in her room, she crushes the glass and flushes the shards down the toilet, not perfect but fast.

She takes off her makeup and then deflates her breasts. She changes into the clothes she was wearing when she checked in, a marine blue Armani suit, black shoes and finally she ties her hair into a pony tail, and a pair of clear eye glasses rounds off the disguise. Casey grabs her two suitcases and quickly packs them.

‘Checking out please,’ she says to the receptionist in the lobby and hands him her key card.

While she waits for the bill Mike’s buddies come out of the nightclub walking towards the elevators.

‘All set Mr. Smith,’

She pays and walks out of the lobby to a waiting taxi.

‘Airport, please.’

Chapter 3

My life began far away, somewhere in Eastern Europe. I don’t know where I was born or who my parents were. The first memories I have are of being cold and hungry. I was raised in an orphanage, and there was never enough blankets or food to go around.

I was often beaten and bullied by the other kids because I had to sit to urinate. I looked like any other boy my age, but once the other kids found out about my genitals my nightmare began. I was raped on a weekly basis from the age of seven until I was taken away at the age of twelve.

I remember when they came for me, it was a man and a woman, he was dressed in a gray suit and a dark tie, and she had a green skirt and a khaki colored blouse. I was sitting on a wood bench in the director's office listening to the grownups talking about me. After a while I was told to take my clothes off and they had me turn around several times, then they examined me, paying extra attention to my genital area, they made positive sounds, but didn’t say anything. After a while I was told to put my clothes on again and sit and wait.

They talked a bit more with the director and then I was told to go with them, I shook the Directors hand and he told me to be good and everything would work out for me in life.

The man and the woman had a car and after driving for many hours, I don’t know the exact number because I would doze off, we arrived at a big villa in a forest. There was a large wall around it, and at the gate were two armed guards. They saluted when we drove through, and I remember I thought they looked very impressive in their uniforms.

Inside the villa we were met by a young woman, maybe in her mid twenties. She took my hand and led me up two flights of stairs to the third floor and to a small bedroom. Inside was a bed, a wash basin a small table and a chair. On a shelf were some books, and above the bed was a window with iron bars on it. She told me to sit down on the bed, and then she pulled up the chair and sat down in front of me.

‘Listen carefully boy, you are to stay here until someone comes for you, it might be a while, so if you need the bathroom this is the time.’

I shook my head.

‘OK, my name is Irina, and I’m in charge of this floor. There are four other boys just like you on this floor, and each one has a room like this one.’

I nodded.

‘Rest and someone will be with you,’ she said and walked out.

She locked the door and I could hear her footsteps dying away, and suddenly I felt very alone and scared. I looked out the window, dusk was coming, and I could see no one, just trees.

I must have fallen asleep, but woke up when I felt someone shake me, I opened my eyes and Irina was looking down at me.

‘Come with me, the director is waiting for you.’

We walked down the stairs to the bottom floor, then we turned left and stopped at a door. When she knocked a deep voice came from the other side.

‘Enter.'

‘Director, this is the Kawaski boy,’ she said and ushered me towards a gigantic desk, a man stood up and come around it. He was big, not only tall, but he had massive shoulders and when he took my hand it disappears completely into his.

‘Welcome to the Cat Walk,’ he said smiling.

I didn’t understand what that meant, but I was too scared to ask. He put his arm around my shoulder and walked me to his desk where he indicated I should sit down in one of the two chairs. I looked around the room, there were a few paintings on the walls, mostly hunting scenes, but just behind him, on the right side of the window there were photos in frames, all of them showing young women. He saw me looking at them and smiled again.

‘That could be you one day, up there on the wall, but it will take time and dedication from you.’

I didn’t understand. How was I suppose to look like the girls in the photos?

He picked up a thin file and opened it, and then he read out loud.

‘Ivan Kawaski, date of birth unknown.’

He looked at me for a minute, then continued, ‘age about twelve, and place of birth unknown.’

He looked over the file at me, but I stayed quiet.

‘You were found and sent to the orphanage when you were about two years old, and since then you have lived there, is that correct?’

I nodded.

‘Irina, can he speak?’

‘Yes, Director, he can.’

‘Speak up boy, say something.’

‘I’m hungry, and thirsty,’ I managed to say.

‘Get him some sandwiches and milk, and bring it all here.’

Irina left and his attention went back to me.

‘Let me explain what we do here Ivan. This is a training school for boys like you. You are very special you see, you are a true hermaphrodite, which means you were born with a penis and a vagina. Someone decided to make you a woman when you were very small, but inside you’re a boy, right?

I nodded my head.

‘Speak up boy!’

‘Yes, I’m a boy, not a girl. Everyone says I’m a girl because I have to sit and piss.’

‘Well, all that will stop now, here all the boys are like you. No one will tease you, no one will hurt you, only help you.’

Irina came