At 14 years old, he was told by his parents that he will meet the girl who will be his mate for the rest of his life. A girl was what Ariana was at the time. Skinny, flat chested, awkward. Shy like a wallflower. Quiet as a mouse. He wasn’t interested.
After all, he was just a boy himself. Girls hadn’t occupied his mind yet. The thought of marriage was a lifetime away. He nodded along without a care in the world.
They went to the same school, he barely noticed her. He experimented with girls his age, sometimes even older ones. He was good looking and a smooth talker. He never paid attention to that timid girl who was secretly watching his every move.
When he started college. His parents reminded him again of the pact they had made with the Montenero to unite their families in marriage and that he had to start courting his future wife before she started dating other boys.
At 16, Ariana had turned into a beautiful young woman. He couldn’t get his eyes off of her when he picked her up at school that day. He was stunned and saw her in a very different light. He was more than happy to make her his girl.
When Armand Lombardo wanted something, Armand Lombardo got it. It was the way of his life. It was how he was brought up. She wasn’t all that hard to get, she had fallen in love with him since she was 12.
Nevertheless, Armand showed up at her school every day, at her house every weekend, took her everywhere he went and made sure he knows where she was all the time. For love sick teenagers, their relationship flourished rapidly.
He would take her to school every morning, give her a super hot wet kiss in front of her friends. He made sure everyone knows she was his girl. At prom night, he strengthened their relationship by making love to her for the first time. She was so tender and sweet, he was enamoured by her.
Just like a blooming flower, she was at the peak of her splendor and as long as she was, he plucked her right off her stem. He wanted to keep her in a glass jar so no one could savor her but him. That was exactly what he did from then on. She was his new Gonzo, and he will never let anyone take her from him.
She ignited his sexual appetite like no one had before. The reality that she was purely his right from the very beginning made all the difference.
Armand was damaged. The way his parents brought him up had affected him deeper than he could understand and it manifested in his sexuality. He was a maniac without realizing it was taking over him. He demanded sex from her more often than any normal teenager would. She was exhausted to the point she couldn’t find the pleasure in it anymore.
“If you can’t give this to me, I will have to look for it somewhere else, Ari, you know I only want you.” He kept saying that and she will force herself to indulge his needs.
After awhile, she couldn’t do it anymore. He was always asking for sex to a point she couldn’t live a normal life. He would show up at her campus all fired up to have sex. He would stop his car in the middle of the road just to get her to the backseat for a relief. He even dragged her to the fitting room at a mall because he couldn’t control his urges.
The first time she caught him having sex with another girl was devastating. She was crushed. He would tell her it was all her fault, if she had complied to his every need, he wouldn’t have to do it. He said he had warned her about it, but she gave up on him, they had to find a solution to the problem and for Armand, the solution was to sleep with other girls.
She couldn’t remember at what point it became their new normal. It always hurt nonetheless. He wanted sex 12 times a day sometimes even more when he was anxious about something. When she told him he needed to get help, he got angry.
“Do you think I’m sick? Do you think I’m disgusting? You do … don’t you? That’s why you don’t want me to touch you anymore?”
“That’s not what I mean, Armand, there’s a name for it … hyper-sexuality disorder … it’s an addiction to sex, and there’s a treatment … we can go to counselling, they can help you.”
He tugged her arm, “You can help me, Ari, I don’t need anyone else, I just can’t stop thinking about sexing you up all day … that’s why, you’re my cure, those other girls … I only think about you when I’m with them.”
She shook her head, “I can’t, baby, I … it’s too much … it hurts when I pee, I’m tired all the time … I can’t do it as often as you want me to.”
He let go of her arm, “Fine … I don’t want to discuss this anymore … I just need to know that you won’t reject me when I need it most from you.”
She didn’t want to agree to it, she didn’t reply. Armand took it as a ‘yes’ and that’s how he became even more promiscuous than before. He would find her once in awhile for sex, and all those other times she knew in her mind, he was sleeping with other women.
It was hard for her to deal with it. They fought a lot, she couldn’t accept it but she couldn’t cater to his demands either. It was a problem they couldn’t solve but she stuck by him because she loved him more than anyone in the world. She struggled not realizing she was deeper into the toxic relationship because she contributed to the problem as well.
When Armand started to get involved with his father’s work, he found a new outlet for his anxieties. Violence. A 21 year old with God Complex and the means to get whatever he wants without any consequences turned him into the monster he was meant to be.
It was a one way path into destruction, everyone can see it but no one said a thing. They all stood by and watched as Armand Lombardo rose and became the man they all fear most. For Ari, things were getting even more difficult because the monster was the love of her life and she’s the only one who occupies his sinister wretched heart.