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11/23/2022 02:18 PM 

An Eye For An Eye




"An Eye For An Eye"

Derrick was standing on one of the terraces of his New York penthouse. He was distraught, thinking and letting all pent-up anger consume him, getting ready for what was coming. On his right hand, a Wedgewood glass filled with his friend Kylie's Sauvignon Blanc. His cell phone ringing yanked him out of his deep thoughts. He swallowed the liquid he had inside his mouth and placed the glass down on the flat surface of the railing. Picking up he looked at the screen before answering. Once he answered, he didn't say a word. He only listened. "We got him," said Jordan... Jordan Hale was one of Derrick's late father's hitmen... that now worked for Derrick. 

A devious smirk formed on Derrick's lips, satisfaction and anticipation invaded the young Duke's body. He cleared his throat before speaking. "Excellent, work, Is everything else ready? His daughter?"  Asked Derrick. Jordan simply replied "Yes, it is" Without saying more Derrick hung up and shoved his Black iPhone into the pocket of his Armani black blazer. Without further wait, he turned around and walked back into the lush penthouse parlor. At a hasty pace, he headed towards the exit where his bodyguard, Gilbert awaited. Derrick walked past him putting on his sunglasses "Call the driver I have somewhere to be" This version of Derrick was a whole different person, he was like a rabid dog about to devour a raw steak.

He was seeing red, he was focused and nothing else mattered at the moment, he couldn't hear anything... nothing else existed... nothing but revenge. The bell of the elevator echoed in the lobby of the luxurious lobby of Central Park Tower, also known as Billionaires Row, where Derrick resided. Perfectly suited, wearing a tailored Armani Privé black suit and a Dolce Gabbana black fur coat just hanging on his shoulders. Dior Sunglasses covered his blue eyes. The doorman opened the glass door for the young male to exit. "Good morning, Mr. Scott," said the older man. Derrick didn't say a word and went straight to the SUV a few feet away. The man holding the door open for Derrick closed it once he was inside the Escalade.

"Where to, sir?" Asked the young driver. Derrick was going through the phone "North Cove Marina" he replied without even raising his gaze. It was a rainy day, it rained all the way to the marina. Derrick just rode in silence in the backseat of the luxurious SUV. After around 20 minutes of Manhattan traffic, the driver passed the gates of the exclusive marina, of course, he knew where Derrick's yacht was. Once they reached the dock, He stepped out and opened the door for Derrick. The young duke stepped out instantly getting full sight of his yacht, Icon. Right at the foot of the pier, Jordan awaited him. Derrick didn't remove his glasses and did not stop walking after reaching Jordan. "let's go, how much till we reach the ship?" Jordan started walking behind Derrick towards the entrance of the yacht. "An hour or so." 

Soon after both men were inside the luxurious yacht, Derrick made his way up to the highest deck where the pool was. It was rather chilly, so his fur coat was fully on him now. He was leaning against the railing, lost in thought, ready to do what was long overdue. He was snapped out of his thoughts when his phone rang. He pulled the black phone out of his pocket and answered. "Hello." It was none other than his oldest brother and head of the Winthrop Scott Empire, Liam. "Derrick, I just found out your whole little number, what do you think you're doing, this is not the way to handle that!" Derrick shook his head. emotionless, his eyes empty, his gaze cold like an iceberg. "I'm doing what should've been done a long time ago, I'm doing what you evidently do not have the balls to do, and neither did our father and this, this is the only way to handle savages like him... by becoming a savage yourself... the difference between you and me, Liam... is that I'm not afraid of doing what has to be done. Let me give you some advice, diplomacy rarely works." 

After that phone call, Time flew by, and around an hour and a half later, the enormous cargo ship with the name Achilles on it was on sight, platform ready for Derrick to board. After boarding the ship, Derrick encountered a group of men that were completely loyal to the Winthrop Scotts, men that had worked for his father and for his brother... just like Jordan. Derrick Removed the glasses and just said. "Gentlemen..."  The men remained silent and just nodded as Derrick passed followed by Jordan. Once inside the ship, Jordan guided Derrick to one of the cargo halls. The steel door echoed once it was opened, and instantly a man sitting down and tied up came into sight. Derrick smirked, but he couldn't help feeling a cold chill running down his spine, all the memories of his tragedy playing in his mind. 

Regardless of so many emotions, Derrick stood strong and proud, his arrogance was somewhat alluring. He looked at Jordan and gestured for him to take off the blindfold from the tied-up man. The white. bald man's deep blue eyes were revealed. "Who the f*** are you people!" He yelled thick Russian accent echoing in the deserted cargo hall. Derrick just looked at him. "Shh... lower your voice, you don't raise your voice at me if you want to keep your tongue in place! And trust me nothing would please me more than to rip it and let you choke in your own blood... but this is just the beginning, Oleg." The Russian's anger was evident on his face. "Who, the f*** are you!" Screamed the man again. Derrick pulled his gun from the back of his waist and smacked his face. "I said lower your bloody voice!" The man growled at the hit. Derrick placed the gun back in its place and leaned against the wall behind him. "You don't know me, you do know very well who I used to be. Let me ask you Does Victoria Winthrop Scott Ring a bell?"

Derrick's expression was one of calm... of serenity... to the point that it was terrifying. Oleg remained silent for a moment. "Ha! Henry's daughter... I knew you looked familiar. What's the matter, little bitch, came back for more Russian c*ck after all these years?" The man's laughter of mockery was sinister... clearly, there was no remorse. Derrick remained silent, he chuckled while coming closer "I'll gladly answer that question, but you know what? You should ask your daughter if she likes all-American d*ck! cause she's about to get plenty of it." After those words, the terror and tension coming from Oleg could be cut with a knife. "What are y--- if you touch one hair on my daughter's hair I will f***ing chip you!!!!!" Derrick smirked "Enjoy the entree course, Yasikov" Derrick turned around and walked to the other end of the cargo hall, Jordan followed. Oleg was facing a glass, which was double-sided glass. he could see to the other room, but no one could see him. 

Derrick looked at Jordan and nodded. After Jordan sent a text message,  the light of the room on the other side of the glass was turned on revealing a young lady, tied to a bed, blindfolded, with long blond hair, and a signature tattoo on her arm that Oleg would recognize.  She was struggling to get loose and screaming for help. Oleg's eyes widened in horror,  "Natasha!!!!!" he screamed. starting to struggle to get free of the chair. Derrick came into sight, looking over at the girl then at Oleg, "Oh, look at you all excited, well, the best part is about to come! Enjoy the show, you son of a bitch!" Oleg continued to struggle, screaming insults in Russian towards Derrick as the young duke walked back to Jordan. A group of men shortly after entered the room where the tied-up girl was, one of them was quick to unbuckle his pants. Without hesitation, he got on top of her. and did what he was ordered to do. With no heart, with no mercy. 

Derrick just observed what was going on. In silence. Jordan looked at him "Derrick, isn't this a bitch much even for us? you can stop this, that girl is innocent " Derrick looked at him and smirked. "There's nothing to stop Jordan... that girl in there and those guys are just paid actors doing their job... no one is getting hurt... I might be a monster, Jordan in many senses, I might be capable of unspeakable things behind the glamour and the fame... but I'm not that kind of monster, I would never, ever put another girl through what I was put through by that savage. And whoever I discover doing that will get his head chopped off... you have nothing to worry about, Natasha is fine and the girl in there, Jess, is a professional and the guys too, they are all friends of mine. The objective here wasn't to hurt Natasha, Jordan, it was to destroy Oleg's mind... trust me when I say this, a broken mind is ten thousand times worst than a broken body, now he's gonna go to hell thinking he did this to his daughter. That was my plan"

The girl screamed for help while she was being "raped". Oleg's screams of pain and anguish echoed in the cargo hall "Stop it, please!!!!!!! my daughter is innocent she has nothing to do with this!" Those words were like gasoline to the flame Derrick was at the moment. He rushed over to Oleg and smacked him on the head with his gun. "I was innocent too, you son of a bitch!!! I was 15 years old and you destroyed my life! I begged you to stop and you didn't! I had nothing to do with it and you didn't give a f***! so, no, you don't get to ask for mercy!!!! And mark my words, this is just the beginning!"

At this point, Oleg was broken, crying, and destroyed watching what was going on. Derrick clearly had achieved his purpose. The paid actors had done a marvelous job, He smirked while leaning against one of the columns behind Oleg. Soon enough, the men were pulling up their pants and leaving the girl "broken" on the bed.  Derrick now stood in front of the defeated once intimidating Russian boss. "Did you really think you would get to keep living your life like you haven't done anything to innocent people? No, that's not how this works... Yasikov... What? No snarky remarks about Russian c*ck now?" Oleg looked up, furious, breathing heavily, fire in his eyes. "I will end you..." Derrick laughed. and bent over, his face a few inches away from Oleg's no fear, strong and majestic... his emotions completely and coldly under control. "I'm right here pal..." He turned around and turned around once he was a few feet away from Oleg. The steel entrance door of the cargo hall opened and a group of 12 men came inside. 12, exactly the amount of men Oleg threw at him... Derrick smirked at his loyal guys. "Boys, thank you for coming..." He turned to Oleg and smirked. "See you in hell, Yasikov..." said Derrick before turning to his men again. "He's all yours, boys." then he turned to Oleg again with a devilish smirk on his face. "Make him the bitch he's always been"

Oleg's head turned towards Derrick, Panic on his face, he clearly had figured out what was next "I will find you and I will end you Victoria Winthrop-Scott!!!!" Derrick laughed and turned around before heading out the door. "You're talking to a ghost, Yasikov, You ended Victoria Winthrop a long time ago! Besides, what makes you think that you will ever see the sunlight again?"  Derrick turned around and headed out of the now-busy cargo hall. Of course, seconds later Oleg's screams and insults in Russian could be heard. Derrick was handed a glass of champagne by Jordan while he made his way up to the deck. The salty ocean breeze instantly caressed his face as soon as he stepped onto the deck of the big cargo ship. 

The youngster just stood there enjoying his glass of champagne, lost in thought. Jordan joined him shortly after. They were conversing for about an hour when they were interrupted by one of the men dealing with Oleg. "Mr. Scott, it's done." He had yet another glass of champagne in hand. He smiled at the man's words. " Splendid, good work, Mario"  He headed back to the cargo hall, glass in hand. Derrick found Oleg once again on the chair, only this time he was naked, used, beaten up, with semen all over him. He remembered that's exactly how he was left by Oleg and his men... The young duke laughed, as the restrained man looked up at him with angry... killer eyes. "Life is so ironic... but you know what they say, eye for an eye... Now I'm the one that will ask, tell me, Yasikov, Did you like American d*ck?" Derrick Turned around and moved away from Oleg. The Russian raised his head and looked at the young duke, his face bruised and bloody. 

"I will be waiting for you in hell! And I will f*** you up over and over again!!!!!!!" Derrick rolled his eyes and grabbed a blade from the table to his left and at a hasty pace he returned to Oleg, He grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled his head back. "I'll see you there, pal. say hi to my father for me" Without hesitation, without fear and much less mercy, Derrick slit the man's throat open, blood rocketing out of the wound straight to the floor and Derrick's designer duds. Derrick Stepped back, his gaze was cold, and dark while he observed the man drowning in his own blood. Jordan rushed into the room with the rest of the men, everyone looked at the scene shocked, never expecting the young duke to have the guts, and the courage to do something like he had just done. Derrick just stared into Oleg's eyes until his light went dark... it was over... Oleg Yasikov, was dead.

Derrick stared at the corpse. "Rest in flames, you son of a bitch" he headed towards the exit and Jordan stopped him. "What do we do with the body?" Derrick looked over at Oleg's corpse. "Well, he was a fan of chopping, so chop him up and feed him to the fishes."  Derrick was about to exit the room, but before he turned again to look at the group of men. "Jordan, make sure you give my boys a nice bonus, splendid work, boys! Now, if you all excuse me, I have friends to support and a trial to rock... toodles"

10/26/2022 03:06 PM 

A Tell All With Oprah Winfrey Pt.1



A tell-all interview with Academy Award-winning actor and designer  Derrick Winthrop-Scott.


Oprah: "Derrick, it's wonderful to be able to finally sit down with you and have this conversation, we've been trying for a while now. I think this is the first time the public is going to have a deeper look into who is the Derrick Winthrop-Scott. I'm glad you decided to do that with me."

Derrick: Derrick sat elegantly on that white chair in Oprah's garden, the soft breeze caressing his raven locks and his face. "Yes, indeed we have, Oprah and I'm delighted to finally have the opportunity to do this. And yes, to be honest, this is not something I've done before and I think it's the only time I'll do it. I decided to do it with you because I've always admired how respectful you are with delicate subjects and situations, and how genuine you are."

Oprah: A smile on her face and a subtle nodding gesture before words came out of her mouth once more. "I'm honored, sweetheart, thank you so much... now, let's begin with your family, I remember your mother, she was such a good friend of mine she was for long years. Your father thought I never knew much of him. 

Derrick: Derrick's smile disappeared and his expression became empty and cold. "My mother was a wonderful woman, she was kind, devoted to her family, her husband, her children, devoted to her causes, helping people meant everything to her.  I've always been very open about my mother. I never fail to say how proud I am of her, of what she's left behind. To this day my mother has been the kindest person I've had the privilege of having in my life. She's gone, but her essence and everything she was remains. She left a legacy, the people loved her and still do."  Derrick took a deep breath and wiped the edges of his eyes. before the tears made their way down his cheeks." My father, my father was a good man too, until my mother died, after my mother died he spiraled out of control and became someone I didn't know, my father became a monster, Oprah, after his death I learned of unspeakable things he did... things I can't even get myself to mention. So. my father is really the only subject in my life I don't like talking about, for the simple fact, that is one if not the most hurtful part of my life. The most disappointing.

Oprah: " I can understand that sweetheart and you know I can relate, you know we've talked about it. Now,  can we talk about how Victoria Winthrop-Scott became Derrick? Why? ready to talk about that? Were you not happy being Victoria? were you not Victoria?

Derrick: He nodded and smiled in a very soft and subtle way. He was about to touch a very difficult subject in front of the cameras, he was about to reveal his truth, his tragedy, but he finally felt ready to share it. "I loved being Victoria, I loved being a girl, The thing is I did not become Derrick for the same reason my fellow transgenders do, I wasn't born in the wrong body, I wasn't a man trapped.  I became Derrick out of trauma. out of fear. See, thanks to my father's poor decisions and choices he got on bad terms with really dangerous people and it was me who paid the price.  I was kidnapped and raped by over ten men, beaten, and almost killed at only 15 years old. When the Interpol and MI6 found me I was barely alive. 

Oprah: The legendary host remained silent, sadness took over her face, and her eyes became watery while she shook her head in disbelief.

Derrick " When I woke up in the hospital, all those memories poured back into my head, I remembered everything detail after detail, so believe me when I say this, at that moment all I wanted to do was die. Everything hurt, my body was broken and bruised. I really wanted to die, the physical trauma was terrible, but the mental trauma was the worst part. After I was taken home, that's when I realized... I really was broken, I was dead, at least that's how I felt like. I just looked at myself in the mirror and as a woman, I was tarnished, I was damaged. I didn't want to be that person in the mirror anymore. To me Victoria was dead and the only way to keep existing was to become someone else. I didn't feel safe as a woman any longer, I didn't want to be a woman any longer."

Oprah: So, you are indeed saying, that the only reason you became who you are today was to bury your traumatizing and life-scarring experience? It was never about your identity? Do you feel like a man at all?

Derrick: With a slight smile the young actor nodded "Yes, that's what I'm saying indeed, the only reason I became Derrick was to be able to live with myself, to be able to look in the mirror every morning, because being Victoria, I didn't see anything, I didn't see who I was, I only saw excruciating memories. If I didn't do this, I would've probably ended up killing myself, because I was ready to do it. So, no, my identity was never an issue, I was happy to be who I was until that happened. As for feeling like a man, I feel safer being a man in people's eyes, because let's face it, this world this mankind does not know how to respect how to value women. Do I feel like a man? No, I never have and I never will. Yes. my pronouns are he/his, but to me, that's just words I don't need nor want anyone to address me as a woman to be able to feel like one. The essence of being who I was born is something that no pronoun can take away. One of my favorite quotes by Marilyn used to be "I don't mind living in a men's world as long as I can be a woman in it" I'm Derrick, everyone that looks at me sees Derrick, I look at myself in the mirror and I see Derrick and I'm okay with that that was the goal. See I think if I don't see the face of the victim I can't be that victim anymore, It might make no sense to others, but it works for me. People are free to see me as whatever they want, I know who I am and that's what really matters to me. I think our inner emotions, Our relationship with ourselves, what we feel deep within is something that should only be ours, personal you know?

Oprah: She just stared at the young Derrick a smile on her lips and a gaze of pure admiration and respect. Crossing her legs she addressed him once again. "So, you are saying that You could go back to being Victoria at some point in your life?"

Derrick: He remained serious, expressionless for a few seconds then subtly shook his head. "No, that part of my life is gone, I'm Derrick, and being who I am today I feel in total control of my life and my emotions, as Derrick I've been able to build a new life, something of my own and something that I'm very proud of and happy with. As I said, if I remained Victoria, my life would've spiraled out of control anger, hate, and despair would've consumed me and If I did go back to that part of my life I know that would be the end. Because it's damaged, it's broken, it's dead... So, no. 

Oprah: The hostess smiled brightly and proud, before addressing the young actor once again. "Even though what happened to you was such a tragedy, a barbarity, I think your story is one of inspiration and resilience, I think many other victims will see hope when they see this because even though you were so close to giving up, you didn't you found a way to survive, and i believe that's the lesson here, there is always a way, and you for sure found it. Thank you so much for sharing this lesson with me, and with everyone. So, tell me, sweetheart, how does it work for you when it comes to romance, to your personal life?" 

Derrick: He chuckled with a subtle level of amusement. "It's complicated at times, to make it easy to understand I'll explain it as simple and raw as I can. For gay guys, I'm not man enough and for straight guys, I'm not woman enough, which is complicated yet fascinating how today's society is so extreme. Everything has to be extremely to one side or the other, I think the majority of men have a lot to learn and understand still. However I've come across for example straight guys that have managed to connect with me, the real me, they are able to see beyond what's at eye reach, beyond, my face, my body, and they have been able to connect with my true essence, I admire when men are not afraid to understand things, to comprehend what they don't comprehend at first glance. So yes, my dating life as a transgender male is a bit complicated. there is a lot of ignorance out there" He chuckled while looking at the camera. 

Oprah: The legendary hostess smiled at her guest and nodded gently. "I have to agree with that, there is, unfortunately, a lot to learn, respect is missing, compassion is missing, but you're a hero, Derrick, the world is not ready for someone so valuable... but you are clearly ready to school the world. Stay with me and let's keep talking." Oprah looked at the camera and smiled. Stay with us, folks when we return we will keep conversing and getting to know this magnificent young man. We'll be back!"

To be continued...

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