Chapter 1

The man huffed in the taxi's clammy environment. The wheezing air conditioner doing it's best, but unable to fully defeat the oppressive tropical heat and humidity.

His dark, piercing eyes wandered about the scenery creeping by.

Dirty fucking place, he seethed. Nasty fucking people wearing their t-shirts, for those that bothered with them, bunched up revealing brown stomachs and cut off shorts made from all manner of different trousers. He peered through the taxi window trying to figure out what sort of garbage they were frying in those big pans perched precariously above open wood fires in food stands that had taken over the rightmost lane of the major thoroughfare making traffic even more congested than it already was.

Who the hell would eat such unsanitary refuse, he wondered, and who in the hell would actually be willing to pay for it! He suspected most of them were a bit touched in the head.

He had already determined his driver was insane, nosing his cab into gaps in traffic, even when there were no gaps; passing those stupid little motorcycles with those silly garish side cars while oncoming vehicles threatened to ram them head on and leaning on his horn every two to three seconds. He was certain the only reason they hadn't died already was that the heavy, congested traffic prevented anyone from going over twenty kilometers an hour, if that. Other car and truck horns blared, sending his nerves on edge and worsening his already foul mood.

He just knew that each and every one of those disgusting sub-humans on the street, whether shuffling along on paper thin flip-flops or in a vehicle, would just as soon slit his throat as look at him. Even his cab driver was more than likely planning to pad his fare by driving a circuitous route to the hotel that probably wouldn't have hot water, or if it did, the water would be teaming with all manner of filthy bacteria.

He saw an attractive woman walking up the sidewalk talking on a cell phone and he took a few moments away from his lamentations to imagine all the things he could do to her, all the ways he could hurt her. He envisioned her lovely face contorted with fear and pain and he could almost feel her terror seeping into every pore of his being, invigorating him. Her straight, silky black hair was long enough he could weave it into a rope and strangle her without ripping it from her head first – though he probably would. His cock began to swell at the thoughts.

He could hardly wait to collect his harem and relocate to the cleaner tourist resorts on one of the smaller islands making up the over seven thousand islands of the Philippines. He could hardly wait to get get out of this loathsome third world slum that seemed to be the entirety of Manila. But mostly he could hardly wait to begin the rituals that would bring horror to his women and much needed release to him.

On a whim, he touched the driver's mind, deciding that if he were planning on ripping him off he would suffer greatly for his impertinence.

All he found was man trying to support his extended family while adhering to the teachings of his so-called God. He was scrupulously honest.

The stupidity of such honesty in a place like this irritated the man even more.