The Narcissist: The Dark Triad

By Sylvie Danielle Matias

The first book in “The Dark Triad” Serie, Narcissist is an introduction into the mind of powerful players, dark seductive personalities that use attraction, sex, and emotions to control and get what they want.
The story starts in a remote place in Alaska where Kevin, a mysteriously sensual man, brings home a very young, terrified, and sexually abused Amy to take care of his children. The problem is that there are no children to care for when she arrives but soon there will be.
Amy is not the only girl Kevin brings to his glasshouse in Mud Bay, Alaska. There are Lily and Katie, his young beautiful, and innocent partners that do not seem to be equipped to resist his charm and plans.
What happens is a mixture of indomitable emotions unleashed through the wild sex and violent endings.
By the end of this book, you will have to pick a side and name the Narcissist.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Oct 19, 2020
• ISBN: 9781716495755

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Chapter 1

"Mud Bay Town, your destination sweetheart", announced the sleazy truck driver, pulling hamburger from between his teeth and swinging his gaze across her body. He’d been scanning her since she accepted a lift from him.

She had no other choice. She got lost looking for this forsaken town, in the middle of nowhere, buried under tons of snow, somewhere in Alaska. It took her weeks to finally reach it. Now seeing it in the darkness of early morning, it looked more like a ghost town if anything at all.

Are you sure you would not rather accompany me to my hometown? There is more entertainment there for a pretty girl like you, and he ran his tongue over his chapped lips.

Amy tried not to let disgust show on her face. She was used with the sight of smelly losers drooling over the images in their heads. Her uncle was one, then other men she met when she was left on the streets with no job, no money, and no other prospects than the pimps and their attractive offer to become one of their girls for a meal a day.

No, thank you! Fuck you all, crazy bastards! I hope you all rot in Hell! And she drew confidence from that thought.

I am being expected! was all she said and jumped from that dirty, chips and hamburger smelling truck.

Suit yourself. The driver shut the door with one strong pull and drove on.

Amy sighed. What a nightmare that journey was. Too many hours in that horrible truck driver’s company. At least he didn’t try anything funny with her though he implied a lot that she had to pretend she did not understand.

Now what?

The driver’s board clock said 5:00 a.m. and it was still so very dark outside. He dropped her right next to that restaurant The Horns that she had it written down on a piece of paper. By the looks of it, restaurant was a fancy name for this place. Cafeteria seemed more appropriate.

The door sign said that it will open at 7 a.m. which meant 2 hours to spend in the bone-cracking cold. She could see a gas station further on and maybe a universal store, but it was so dark all around that she couldn’t be sure.

So, we sit and wait, Amy said to herself.

Who was we? Amy and her terrible past that she was running from. It was her uncle from her mother’s side that she was running from as the past seemed to follow her everywhere. And she had a big deep scar across the left cheek to motivate her to stay away and accept whatever job she might get in the most isolated and unfriendly town on the planet. Or maybe, only from Alaska because she hadn’t done much traveling in her short life, this town being the furthest she had to travel to.

She put both hands in her pockets hoping they will not freeze and fall by the time they open that diner or whatever they wished to call it. She wore the only coat she got, old and dirty though she tried to clean it before getting to this place. Just a couple of hours in that truck and it got a bad smell about it. The jeans were torn and the sweater worn-out. She was in such bad shape after months living on the streets trying to hide from pimps and street gangs, kicked and spat by other homeless people for stealing their place, not mentioning the prolonged periods of fasting, that the cold could do her no more harm.

She was surprised to realize she could no longer cry or feel sorry for herself. She was too busy surviving this. She remembered the promise she made to her mother before she died of cancer of all the diseases in this world.

Stay alive, no matter what and you might live to see better days.

She was 13 back then and ever since she hadn’t seen a good day in her life under her drunk and abusive uncle’s caring. She was 15 when he entered her room, in the dark, for the first time. Since then, she forgot the count, but she remembered that she had to stay alive for better days. It was worth it to be alive when better days came.

She banged the door with her back a couple of times and she got back in control. She was here, now. The past is in the past. It can no longer hurt her.

How did that job ad sound that attracted her attention? It was so simple, compared with all the rest that promised the dream job, that she found it sincere as if written especially for her.

Looking for a single woman to take care of the household and the children in a remote snowed town. I offer accommodation, meals, and a reasonable salary. Write to PO Box …

She wrote, got an invite for an interview and here she was. 

The tricky part was, what would she do if she did not get the job? There was no other place for her to go, nor money to take her anywhere.

No point in thinking about that now. Who in their right mind would want a job in this ghost town, anyway?

Somehow, in her heart, she knew the job was a message from Heaven, her dead mother, or a merciful Angel to take her off the streets. She wouldn’t demand anything as long as that man Kevin, who signed the invitation to meet, was not like her uncle and the only thing he ever wanted from her would be just that: take care of the house and kids. He must be a widower that cannot take care of himself and his kids. How many kids did he have?

Amy tried to count how many miles were between her and her uncle now. He must be looking for her like crazy after that night when she kicked him in the groin and threaten that she would cut his balls off if he ever touched her again. He was so furious that he grabbed the kitchen knife and tried to cut her throat. Her survival instinct was so strong then. She still cannot explain where she got the strength to claw his eyes, so he missed her throat running the sharp blade across her left cheek. With her face throbbing and bleeding, she grabbed the small backpack that she had ready to run that very night. She also had found his savings and stole it all as payment for the years of pain and horror.

Now the cheek wound was an ugly scar, red and deep, from her left eye to the bone of the jaw. 

She was so unattractive with that scar that even the pimps did not insist on their protection offer fearing that clients might avoid her. She was finally unattractive to men. Maybe they will never bother her again. Though she felt her empty stomach turn remembering the truck driver and how his eyes lingered over her body trying to guess what she was hiding under that large, worn-out coat.

What are you doing here at this hour? Dear me! This town is getting weirder every day!

She must have fallen asleep while waiting as she did not hear the heavy woman approaching the cafeteria’s door she was now laying against.

Who are you? Do I know you? asked the woman now seeing her face. The woman wasn’t that old herself. She must have been, more or less, the same age as her. She unlocked the door and let her in. She moved like a wooden doll, half her body frozen and the other part paralyzed.

What were you doing outside in this weather? Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.

Amy was not ready to answer. She got all kinds of sensations through her body. She couldn’t even remember when she fell asleep. She managed to walk like she was made of wood to one of the window seats and sat on the couch.

What can I get you sweetheart? asked the not too old woman. She was quite round, and Amy realized she must have been pregnant.

A hot tea will do! Thank you! Amy had no money on her, not even for tea but hoped she could ask for an advanced payment from that man Kevin, later. They were supposed to meet at noon, but she arrived too early. What could she do in this incredibly small town, with no money? Better wait in the diner. At least it was warm, or that was how it felt compared to the outside air.

What business brings you to this town? It’s not exactly a point on the tourist map, asked the woman offering Amy a huge mug of steaming herb tea. Suit yourself if you don’t want to talk. God knows I’m not a nosey woman. We don’t get many visitors around here, but…

I’m sorry, I don’t wish to be rude, I just find it hard to speak, Amy excused herself.

The woman smiled at her and accepted the excuse.

When you are ready, just shout. I’ll get behind the bar to prepare those pancakes everybody in this town loves so much.

Amy felt her stomach squeeze. She was so very hungry, but she couldn’t show it. What if she did not get the job after all? She will have to steal again to pay her half of the trip back to civilization. To come here, she had to steal from an old man trying to read the ingredients on a jar, in a supermarket. He was so focused to detect those small letters that she managed to slip her hand in his back pocket and run with his money. That money only paid for half her way in decent buses. Then she got lost, not knowing which way to go. Almost died crossing a forest through snow and blizzard when the truck driver found her walking like a blind bat on the highway.

Would you like some hot pancakes? asked the woman. I’m Mary Jay, by the way! What’s your name sweetheart?

Amy, she answered.

Amy, these are on the house! Enjoy! Mary Jay put a plate with 3 golden pancakes covered in maple syrup in front of her.

Amy felt tears gathering in her eyes. This must have been the better day her mother told her about. She had a good feeling about this whole business. It was a good start to get some delicious pancakes on the house the day she was to get her new life.

Mary Jay must have seen her pale face and the worn-out clothes on her and guessed she was starving, and she also smelled like she had no money on her. These things are always very visible to people.

Thank you! said Amy, moving very slowly in grabbing a knife and fork.

She would have swallowed it, all three pieces at once but she wanted to delay the pleasure of eating warm fresh pancakes. When she was finished, more people entered the cafeteria, gave her a look, and then returned to their food. Amy decided she liked the town folks. They were decent and they were discreet. Everybody knew everybody. Only 211 inhabitants around the area of the town, Amy found out from Mary Jay between customers. Half a town already visited the cafeteria for breakfast or just coffee by noon. Amy did not move and spoke only with Mary Jay.

It was past 1 when another customer entered. He just parked a black 2 seaters’ truck in front. He wore an animal skin coat with a fur hat. He took it off as he entered, said something to Mary Jay, and came straight to her.

You must be Amy!

Of course, I’m the only stranger here! Amy wanted to answer, but she swallowed her words.

Kevin was nothing like she imagined. He didn’t look like a widower with children. In fact, he was young, in his 30s.

Mr. Kevin Benoit? asked Amy to stop staring.

He took the seat opposite her. He removed his animal coat. He wore a sweater close to his body. Broad shoulders, big chest, strong arms. His eyes were piercing. Amy felt the heat in her cheeks and the scar throbbing.

You are younger than I expected! admitted Kevin, keeping his voice low and polite.

Amy felt her stomach drop.

You don’t look much as I imagined either, but here we are! She would not show fear. This job was hers.

You said you have experience with taking care of children and the house?

I do! she lied. She knew everything about taking care of a household all by herself. She knew little about children though. She was a baby-sitter for a while for one of her uncle’s neighbors.

You look very young.

I’m experienced for my age, and here she was true. She felt old with everything she had had to live through.

He had sky-blue eyes. His hair had been shaved and now was growing back. He had a strong jaw and beautiful full lips. His hands were big. He took a mug of coffee and covered it completely with his palms.

How old are you? he asked.

Enough to know what’s good for me, mind my own business, do a good job, earn my living and ask no questions. Somehow it felt natural to admit as much. Her years had been bad enough while her mother lived after her father left them when she was 5. At her mother’s death, it just got worst. She did not believe in heaven and good people, just in decent enough people. And Kevin looked like a decent enough guy.

Family?

All dead!

Boyfriend?

Not with this face. She wasn’t sure why she said it. She could have said no, and it would have been enough. Now, she had just given away a weak spot. This face will keep men away, she was sure of it.

Why do you want this job?

Why not? It’s a job like any other.

No, it is not! It is at the end of the world, in a place where if it is not snowing, it’s raining and where you can barely see the sun or any other soul for that matter!

He was being honest with her and she liked that.    

But he guessed her weaknesses. He had a keen eye for desperate cases, and she was screaming to his face: Give me the job, or I'll die tomorrow!

Any bags?

He left a 10-dollar bill on the table, enough to cover coffee, pancakes, and her mug of herbal tea, plus the tip for Mary Jay.

That’s all I have! and grabbed her dirty backpack. She followed him outside. She saw Mary Jay’s face looking worriedly after her and she smiled back a thanks. She got into his black truck that started with a roar, like a wild animal. The engine vibrated like an earthquake.

Don’t be scared! It’s a special engine capable to take us across piles of snow. We will never get stuck in the snow; I promise you that.

Amy nodded. She felt scared for the first time but also strong like she just played her last card and nothing else mattered.

He was quiet for a while. She got used to the roar of the engine. She found out later that there were three engines in that car that could have taken them atop the mountain, that he was a genius of a sort, and liked to build his stuff. The three engines were also built by him with the only purpose to take him wherever he needed to without getting stuck.  

I do not live near Mud Bay, you should know. I have a cabin further up towards the mountains. It is about 155 miles north. No neighbors either. So, no place for you to borrow sugar. He smiled at his wit.

I guess I will not need it then.

You will have everything you need. You will make a list and I will buy it in town.

How many children do you have? she realized she hadn’t asked.

He was quiet as if suddenly focused on the road.

You will have your own room, your own bathroom. I assume you would like to buy some new clothes too?

Amy did not have to check how she looked; she knew it already.

Yes, with my first salary.

Ah yes, we did not discuss that part, did we? How much will be a suitable salary for you?

Amy had no idea.

How much would you offer for my position?

Your position? I don’t know if I can pay you enough for your position, but I wish to keep you happy. If you are happy with what you earn, I will be at peace and can focus on my work and not worry about anything else related to the household and the children’s care.  

What do I have to do?

You said you have experience.

So, everything? Is there a lady of the house that I should know about? It was worth asking, maybe he was not a widower and he just needed somebody to take care of the nasty things that a lady would not do.

There will be! Again, he was honest. But this is not something you should worry about. You keep the house in order and the children fed, and I will not complain.

You did not tell me; how many children are there?

Many, many children! He laughed. Amy embraced herself for the worst.

Do you like children, Amy?

Yes, I do! she lied. She felt sorry for children for they were innocent and defenseless in a cruel world.

Do you want children of your own, someday?

Amy remained silent. She did not think that she will be able to bear children and hold on to those images in her past. It was better never to talk about it and take care of other people’s kids.

It was hard to tell how far they drove; everything around was white. Some hills here and there. A forest with trees all covered in white snow, a grey sky covered in fumes. This was Amy’s new life.

Chapter 2

Kevin’s cabin was a 2-story building. It was built in wood with big thick windows on all sides, as far as she could tell. He built it himself, Kevin said. He was a mechanic and a house builder. The electricity was powered by a generator sustained on clean energy (waterpower from a waterfall nearby).

The walls and windows were tripled and phonic isolated so no sound could be heard from a room to another, or outside.

There was no cell-phone signal here. All technology in the house was self-sustained and connected to the satellite.  There was no landline or emergency radio in the house.

All rooms had a big fireplace on wood and candles to use at night to save energy. The energy was mainly used for the house-technology.

Kevin has built a fortress in the middle of nowhere that he alone had control of. Amy should have been scared but she wasn’t. She forgot how to be afraid and Kevin seemed to be a decent enough guy. If he wished to harm her, it was possible so, very easily without anyone knowing or being able to help her. Yet again, who would help her? She had no one left in this world. 

Kevin presented her every room. On the ground floor there was a huge living room, with a cozy couch and the biggest fireplace in the house. There was no TV, just a stereo set for music. The kitchen was also at this level with a storeroom and a freezing room for perishable foods like meat.

The outside walls were all tripled windowed, while the inside walls were covered in wood with a metallic structure. There was one floor up where all the rooms were: 5 in total. All equipped with everything one could need: a bed, a wardrobe, 2 nightstands all in wood. Each room had its own bathroom which she found it weird, as no visitors ever came to this remote place, yet it was built like a small hotel. The bathroom was modern with a shower place, a bathtub, washbasin, toilet, and a closet. Kevin did not show her his room, just the door so she would know where he slept. Amy found out later that all doors were controlled from a control panel in a dark room adjoining Kevin’s room (that could only be accessed through Kevin’s room by scanning his eyeball).

Her room was no less than any other room, as all of them looked the same. The last two rooms were the playrooms for the children though Amy saw no other living being in that house except for the two of them.

Where are the children? she asked after leaving one of the kids’ rooms that also had some toys in it.

They will come. Soon, was all he said, and Amy asked no more. The cabin-house looked quite big, wooden walls and floors all painted in white, the windows from top to bottom needed cleaning. It looked like she will never get bored from scrubbing this place clean though now looked clean enough to start with. If she maintained it every day, maybe she wouldn’t need to work that much. Yet, when the children will arrive from wherever they were, the situation will be different.

Now that you’ve seen the place, how much do you wish as a payment?

He would let her choose her salary. It would have been better if he would suggest a sum.

1000 dollars pocket money sounded like a reasonable sum. She never held that much. Plus, she was getting the room and food for free. She had a job in a place that her uncle will never be able to find her. And by the looks of things, nobody else in town or any town as a matter will see her scared face again. She felt it in her guts, and she was not sorry for it.

On the 1st of each month, you will get your 1000 dollars. What will you do with the money? There will not be any shopping trips to town, I can assure you. Everything you need, you put it on the list, and I will take care of it.

I will keep it for when I need it, she confessed. It sounded stupid to gather money that she would not be able to spend.

"You will not leave the house. Not alone anyway. You can walk around the house if you wish to exercise or need some air. If you go far from the house, you will get lost and if I’m not around you might die. There is a forest 5 miles away. There are animals there: wolfs and bears, so I do not recommend you walk there all by yourself. If you walk past the south wall, you can reach the waterfall, about 3 miles away. There is a network I built underground to power the generator with the force of the waterfall. Be careful not to break your feet or slip into the water. There is no saving from that I’m afraid.

The nearest town is 155 miles away, that’s Mud Bay, you know it already. You will not be going to town with me or alone. Do you drive?"

No

Good. No need to. Your life is being provided for. You tell me everything you need.

Not much fun either, understood Amy. She didn’t mind.

I’ll take a shower while you prepare dinner. It’s almost dark. I will spend this night in the cabin so you can get used to it. Then I might be away for a couple of nights. We need to get ready for the children.

Amy didn’t ask again.

What would you like for dinner, she asked instead.

I don’t care. I eat anything. So, do whatever you like. You have a storeroom full of everything.

A storeroom full of everything sounded very well to Amy.

He turned and measured