Sign of the Zodiac: Taurus
Nuchas

Bianco sighed softly. He could not simply refuse Beatris' request. In addition because he loved the woman, also due to the fact that Beatris is the owner of the bar where she works. How could he have defied the orders of his owner?

The young man then wriggled slowly and released his embrace from the innocent body of Beatris. “But I am really tired and sleepy,” muttered Bianco once again trying to find an excuse.

“You can rest for a while. There are still six hours before the game starts. Sleep first while waiting,” said Beatris who then got out of bed.

“You want to go?” lamented Bianco who saw Beatris had already begun to put on her clothes. The woman's body is still amazing and even though Bianco has enjoyed it for years, he never gets bored.

“I also have to get ready first. Later I come again to pick you up,” Beatris said with a smile.

Bianco complained in his heart. But he realized that there was nothing he could do to hold the wind-free woman back. Beatris is hard to hold. Not even her husband or family could control Beatris' will. Moreover, he who was just an ordinary worker without any strength and power.

When he finished dressing, Beatris gently kissed Bianco's lips. The young man replied to him briefly. She said goodbye and left Bianco alone after getting her wish. Bianco once again felt defeated. He can only fall limp on his bed while trying to get rid of his negative emotions. However, his life is now comfortable when compared to other people in Nuchas. He should be grateful for that. Shortly thereafter, he too fell asleep.

Six hours passed quickly. Bianco's body was shaken violently by someone. The young man groaned softly and then woke up with poignant eyes. His body refused to move. But the one who woke him up did not give up easily.

“Bianco, wake. Young Miss looking for you,” said a voice known to Bianco.

The young man opened his eyes and blinked. He saw Angelo standing beside his bed with an anxious expression.

“Let's quickly get up and get ready, Bian. Young Miss told me to call you down.” Angelo's great-grandson was timid.

Bianco wriggled slowly and then rose from his sleep. “Thank you, Angelo. I'll get ready,” he said in a raucous voice.

Angelo nodded in relief, then ran out of the room. “Quickly, Young Miss has been waiting from earlier,” he added while closing the door.

Bianco yawns slowly. I think he just slept a few minutes. His body still feels sore and uncomfortable. His messy sleeping pattern inevitably affected the health of the young man. Especially his unhealthy lifestyle. Every day he drank alcohol and took illegal drugs. It looks like he's going to die young.

As the old people say, Nuchas was not a city like this. Nuchas was a port city and trading center on the Luterian continent. So many merchants, immigrants and tourists who stopped in this city. The economy of Nuchas was so prosperous that no residents were forced to live in slums like this.

The inhabitants of Nuchas are no exception. Sports rides that used to be tourist attractions, are now turned into life and death battle arenas. The torero used to be an ordinary bullfighter, now forced to become a gladiator who is only allowed to end the match after one of the two dies. The torero game, which was once a regular sport as a tourist attraction, was filled with blood and death.

The plural of expensive restaurants found in Nuchas also turned into cheap bars selling liquor, drugs and women. All of that happened just for the sake of getting very little money turnover. Because of the large number of people who died in the arena torero or because of overdosing, the population of Nuchas was increasingly reduced. There are only two major families in power in Nuchas: Manolette and Belmonte.

It was the two families who controlled the money cycle and determined who should live or die in Nuchas. The Manolette family owns the bar, drugs and women's businesses. While the Belmonte family owns the torero business and its magnificent arenas are obsolete. Both families were far more ruthless than the malignos. At least the evil spirit does not hunt at night, but both Manolette and Belmonte kill people all day.

That is why Nuchas is now the most rotten city in Luteria. The threat of mafia families plus the horror of the existence of malignos makes the residents of the city is no different from insects that scavenge life underground. Bianco is no better than anyone in that place. He should have been dead a long time ago. It was his love for Beatrice that kept him afloat.

“You look as charming as ever, Bian,” greet Beatris after seeing the arrival of Bianco to the bar table.

“Sorry has kept you waiting,” replied Bianco who had to be formal in front of other employees.

“It's okay. I enjoy my time waiting for you here. Sit next to me. You have to eat before we go,” Beatris said as she patted the high bar seat next to her.

The woman snapped her finger at one of the waiters wiping the table. He ordered some food for Bianco.

“I don't need to eat that much. Bread alone is enough,” Bianco told the waiter.

Waiter looked confused, but Beatris immediately nodded and told him to keep preparing the food he ordered.

“I'm not too hungry, Miss,” sighs Bianco then.

“You should eat well, Bian. Look at your body that is getting thinner by the day,” said Beatris while sipping her white cigarette that reflects strong smelling smoke.

Bianco didn't answer anymore. Of course he knew his body was not as fierce as the torero or Carrian, Beatris' husband. But didn't she say she liked a man's body that wasn't too big? It was because of Beatris' words that Bianco did not train his body too hard. But it also seemed that it could not satisfy Beatris.

The food came shortly afterwards. Bianco eats a vegetable tortilla and a little meat in it. Beatris simply observed the young man eating voraciously. He was content to have raised a submissive man who always followed his words.