Bachelor of Lust

By Marty Damon

Johnny Arrow is a salesman at a sales company. He has made a good living for himself. One fine night, he goes to a bar where he is approached by the devil. The devil offers him a new life that is far more extravagant than the life he is leading right now. Johnny Arrow accepts the devil's offer without forseeing the consequences... 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Marty Damon
• Release date: Dec 28, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223427674

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CHAPTER 1: THE BACHELOR OF LUST

B ut I say to you that everyone who looks at a woman with lustful intent has already committed adultery with her in his heart. -Matthew 5:28

My relentless pursuit of excellence has borne fruit; a life most enviable is now mine. I stand triumphant atop the highest pinnacle, resolved never to descend. Down below, strewn about, are the lives of others which hold no allure for me. My existence is replete with the quintessential elements of success: striking looks, a flourishing career, and the allure that captivates any woman I desire. To the world, I am the epitome of joy and fulfilment, chiefly because I am ensconced in the freedoms of bachelorhood. I have never been bound by marital vows, nor do I harbour any intentions to be. For marriage, in my eyes, is but a shackle, laden with unforeseen burdens and necessitates a sacrifice I am unprepared to make—a surrendering of one's very soul.

This was not always my truth. Once, my life began on a note of celibacy and virtue. I was but an ordinary man, introverted and reticent, which complicated my endeavours to form connections. Yet, like many men, I found myself looking—harbouring a covert desire. Despite the evident pleasure in such silent observation, what of it if my heart harboured adulterous thoughts? These burgeoning yearnings within remained unchased avenues; I retained the integrity of a gentleman, not the debauchery of a libertine. Yet my gaze was not idle; I surveyed from the dim corners of bars, through the neon glow of clubs, across social soirees. And though I was mystified by the sensations these sights invoked, I let them linger only as distant fantasies.

In the labyrinth of carnal longing, I was swallowed whole. My motives for stepping out into the world morphed into the singular pursuit of these urges. Women became the focal point of my existence—the reason I toiled, the impulse propelling me from the warm confines of my bed into the throngs of activity. They were the driving force behind my aspirations, shaping me into the man of confidence and charm I am recognized as now. Women were interwoven into my being, punctuating my calendar with dates, fleeting encounters, and regular forays into the nightlife.

As the years slipped through time's grasp, I refined my persona into that of a true gentleman. And here's a confession whispered only to the void: I am intoxicated by the very essence of women, a truth I've kept ensconced from the world. This secret, draped in mystery and worn with nonchalance, renders me an enigma, an irresistible force of playful allure.

In the company of women, the peril lies in pondering permanence—but a seasoned bachelor knows the art of tactical withdrawal, ever-ready to seek a new companion. With dawn comes the prospect of a fresh encounter, echoing my steadfast bachelor creed.

The life of a bachelor comes with its distinctive benefits: a haven free from the toils of commitment, the ease of attainment without the strain of effort, and a life unencumbered by lingering ties. Marriage, in my judgment, is a venture for the deluded or disturbed, seeking solace in unions to conceal their true nature.

To embrace bachelorhood is to accept the ebb and flow of fleeting romances. To me, this was no more than clockwork; women would arrive, we'd share transitory ecstasy, and then they would vanish as swiftly as they came. It was an existence of blissful routine. Unbeknownst to me, however, the winds of change were already whispering of a shift that lay just beyond the horizon...My life took a dramatic turn on a particular evening. The night was somber and hushed as I found myself in a tavern, savouring the company of captivating dancers who performed thrillingly close. I was generous with my gratuities and offered to treat them to drinks. The atmosphere was electric. Amidst the revelry, I couldn't help but notice someone's gaze fixed on me. Eventually, he approached and introduced himself as Asmodeus, claiming to be a devil and insisting on buying me a beverage.

Unbeknownst to me, Asmodeus had been observing me not only throughout the night but also over the past months as I revelled in female companionship. He mentioned he'd seen me before and proposed that I undertake an assignment for him.

Content with my career and its financial rewards, I hesitated at his proposition. I'm satisfied with my current situation, I informed Asmodeus. With a smirk, he retorted, True contentment comes only from experiencing life in my realm, as he casually jotted down a figure on a napkin.

Pushing the napkin across the table, I wondered aloud if it contained his contact details. He chuckled. No, that's the sum I'm willing to pay for your services, he clarified. I was astounded to see the figure—one billion dollars. With that staggering offer, I began to contemplate the life of a billionaire.

Caught in a dilemma, yet unable to decline, I accepted his offer to join him. I agreed, Alright, I'll work for you, to which he expressed approval. Embarking on new journeys doesn't necessarily lead to regret.

Eager to view his domain, I expressed my interest, suggesting we could depart immediately after settling my tab. Asmodeus waved off the concern, revealing his ownership of the establishment. Grateful, I left with him without settling my bill.

The valet arrived with Asmodeus's vehicle—a sleek black Lamborghini reminiscent of something Batman might pilot. We drove to an elevated vantage point that showcased the vast expanse of his kingdom. This is my kingdom, declared Asmodeus. Marvelling at the sight, I agreed to visit his castle next.

The castle appeared to be plucked from a cinematic fantasy, complete with opulent comforts. I remarked on its splendour, and he graciously showed me to my quarters, the size of a mansion itself, including an en suite bathroom, sauna, lounge area, and private bar. Intrigued by the presence of alluring women around the bar and lounge, I inquired about them. They're full-time courtesans, he proclaimed, a perk included with the room. The lavishness astounded me, presenting a microcosm of paradise.

Asmodeus had chosen me for a specific trait—my penchant for unrestrained liaisons with a variety of women, coupled with my lasting bachelorhood. He sought individuals with my brand of lifestyle to employ in his realm. I had eagerly accepted the opportunity, and soon I felt as if I were in a sanctuary. To him, I was more than a mere underling; I was a potential partner in rulership.

In the following months, he unveiled the intricacies of his kingdom, a semblance of paradise, and I learned that life within his domain was exponentially more opulent than anything I had known. However, the offer to indulge in such opulence without cost often harbours a hidden clause. I was at a bar with Asmodeus. He tells me that we have to be somewhere after we finish our beers. We get into his black Lamborghini and drive to the peripheries of the kingdom, to an abattoir. The abattoir was huge and embodied a factory like setting. There were five hundred women tied up in this abattoir, all of whom I knew. What are they doing here, tied up? I ask Asmodeus. He tells me to put two and two together. We’re in an abattoir. Why don’t you take a wild guess? He asks me smugly. Surely you’re joking. I respond. I rarely joke. Exclaims Asmodeus as he abets me with the assignment.

So what about it? He asks me. Nothing. I respond. I quietly pick up the axe and start slaughtering these women. Five hundred women in total. Upon completing my task, I approached Asmodeus with an attentiveness that far