She breathes in his smell. She tastes him and under his waist she stands up.

"I would like you to see under my skirt."

"I happily assist you in my age because I can appreciate you in my old age." 

He kneels before her. 

The same time Pang Yo Water was taking her regular route home from work. 

She was assisting in a local organic processing farm.

She left work smiling and happily was heading home from another great day.

Yo Water earned money for her poor family because she could assist with hospital bills. 

But she stopped and froze watching how the scene was unfolding round a corner pass alley. 

She was watching how a woman was strangling a middle aged grey-hair man.

She was closing his airways pipe behind him pressing on his throat large black rubber sex toy. 

Miss Narak speaks softly in his ears before his last breath leaves him. 

"I love social lubricant." 

Pang Yo Water is watching how Miss Narak is making sharp eye contact looking at her in intense gaze before she murders him and smiles.

Yo Water felt all her insides turning out and she vomited, not believing her eyes what she was able to observe. 

The whole experience made her lose her mind, the moment she understood every day will not be the same. It was the night; it will never be the same. 

***

"Si Si the Biatch Slayer. I made a toast to you, our separated sister from the King of Dutch caterpillars." He laughs and drinks his glass of prosecco. 

"I never felt the day to see how our young Narak earns her premium will be tonight."

Their meeting is held in the dining hall with a closed velvet curtain under Edison golden lamps in the middle of the hall long brown table. 

The cut off from peanis is on the table under candle light dinner served on a long table. 

"His piece of pride lets us all serve a great reminder of what you all did to become sisters from brothers."

They all join their hands together. 

"Kop Kun Krap."

It was a service to remember, eating other men cut off and remember how they made a pledge of their sacrifices becoming who they are they could serve. 

The King of Dutchman Crime presents his subjects' disciples a memory of what they are and who is their master. 

"Who needs Banana and Parsley Leaf desert?"

The King of Dutch spoke before he rang a bell to call in his servant to serve him a dessert.  

"Pardon me when I am in love stuffing past war relic." A middle aged woman walks in wearing a blue coat. 

Her short blonde hair has clearly not been bleached recently seeing her tired look in her eyes. 

He takes and spreads a blond eastern European woman in her blue coat she opened before everyone displays her naked body. 

His servant enjoys her evening while other caterpillars are dining on the table. 

"She reminds me of my mother I left behind in Poland." 

He continues pumping her, looking at each of his subjects while they are eating, recently cut off from the dead body of a foreign tourist in the freezer. 

They cannibalize feasting from slices cutting off recently roasted human meat. 

He smiles once he finishes inside the blue coat lady and looks into Pan Narak's eyes.

"Maybe I should serve you your playboy wooden stick. I would love to see you enjoy Ban Toya's love sharing with your sisters for the last time. Would you appreciate it forever?"

She is looking at him swallowing her bite of the last piece of her meat from her baroque antique plate.

"I raise your premium." 

Her gaze intensifies looking at the King of Dutchman. He brushes his sweat off with his table cloth while he is in a blond woman on his dinner table he pulls out his joy off her.

He throws cloth on her naked chest. "You clean yourself up. I left my dinner in you." 

***

While a feast took place under candle light; in another time zone in a small street of London, Chad street. Renato the forefather of a psychopath fashist gang is looking for vengeance.

Their weekend meeting took place in a living room filled with smoke of cigars men are smoking. 

In their glasses full of rum they are talking about how they will solve Renato's problem. He is eager to fight Dutch King of Crime. 

Renato is saying he will loosen his number plates before he takes another holiday to Thailand. He is looking forward to see the man who made his daughter lose her sanity.

He drops an ash on ashtray and blows another round bowl of smoke to see his mobile. 

He picks up his mobile because she made her call. 

"Dad, I will see you at the airport. I see you then. I cannot speak with you now."

"I will fill this bottle in his asshole. We have so many men here somebody will take him out."

His daughter explains she is ok and will take her actions according to her planning in Thailand and once she  is free they will have holidays together. 

She ends her last conversation with her father and throws her cellphone in lovers pond, others throw in coins for a wish to come true. 

Renato continues his conversation about their original plan of how they will end up beating to death the King of Dutchman once they will land next week in a direct flight from London to Bangkok. 

Renato was a former Lithuanian special forces officer who resigned over a rage incident. 

He continued under cigar smoke. "I know every king hates fucking ace." 

He was not aware the day later his daughter attempted revenge. She poisoned Dutch King of Crime the Biders Pachinko. She forced him to suffer a week of constipation sitting ill on the toilet seat. 

***

His caterpillar came back home from her mission, his arranged lovers weekend. 

She was monitoring a businessman spying his plans for the Dutch King of Crime business plan.

"How was it?"

"He was cute and juicy."

"You make me a cup of tea?"

"Yes master."

"I am glad you are home. I need you a favor and once I finish my cup of tea I want you to make me come."

"Yes master." 

She brings him a cup of a tea with the devil drops inside watching him after one tastes him fall off his seat grabbing himself on neck attempting to breath she leaves.

"You take this you sick King."

She drops her week old underwear with males fluids inside over his dying face.

"You should have chosen some taurine for once to man up before you kick the bucket, you retard."

She spits over his face on her black satin underwear and leaves him dying to greet her father landing in the next couple days at Central Bangkok airport.