“I’m s-sorry *hiccup* I won’t try to run again *hiccup*” Kayla pleaded when she saw him coming towards her like a grim reaper. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as he closed the last of the distance between them, backing her into a corner of the room. She closed her eyes and covered them with her palm, unable to endure his dark gaze. He curled his fingers around her arms and pulled them back, but a frown set on his face when he saw that her eyes were still closed. “Look at me Kayla...” he demanded, his voice thick with the need to see her golden-brown orbs. He let go of her hands and cupped her face. “Open your eyes...” he tried a little gently this time. Kayla ever so slowly lifted her eye lids, giving him the sight that he had been deprived of. A rare smile flitted on his lips when his eyes collided with the most stunning pair of pearls that adored the girl that he had become obsessed with. “Will you *hiccup* p-punish me?” she asked. “For what you did, you deserve a punishment. Don’t you think so, Malyshka?” he smirked as he caressed her bottom lip with his thumb. Even even before she could say another word, he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, gaining a surprised yelp from her. “W-what are you *hiccup* doing!?” she felt scandalized to be hanging upside down on his muscular torso. “You’ll find out soon enough” he stated coldly and strode towards the bed. And upon reaching it, he transferred her onto the mattress. “And now for the punishment...” he muttered as he leaned onto the bed and hovered above her, sending a cold shiver down her spine.
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“Enjoy your body while it’s still yours because tonight you will be bought by r*pists, and they will make sure that all of your holes are filled” the mysterious voice continued. I looked everywhere frantically for its source but except for air I found nothing. For a moment I thought the fear was making me hallucinate, but that thought vanished when I spotted a speaker on the opposite wall of the camera. “Oh, dear God….” I was right. Men were watching me. But that wasn’t the only thing that unnerved me. It was the owner of the voice. It was unmistakably Bruce. His frustration at not being able to have me was loud and clear in his brisk voice. I wanted to shout back at him to go to hell because he wasn’t physically present, but what he said was not a lie. My body will not belong to me after tonight. Maybe I had given up fighting, but I still haven’t come terms to with it. I didn’t want to be anyone’s plaything. Killing myself would be the last option, but I’m willing to make it my
ALEXI “Can I help you?”, He raised one crooked eyebrow at me, his expression clear that he wanted to shove me out. I held up my VIP card and his eyes instantly fled to the paper. His face muscles softened when he realized why I was there for. “Sorry for holding you up, Sir. Please have the seat” he insisted and stepped aside dutifully. His tone was more welcoming this time. I trudged into the luxurious chamber, admiring the decorations. The entire setting was covered with red velvet material, including the floor that I walked on. The main attraction of the room was the huge glass window in front of a single majestic seat. The see-through glass took the place of an entire wall, and it gave me an elevated vision of the whole bidding area that was down below. The suit came with a huge white screen to the side of the glass, which I suppose would provide me a HD quality picture of the girls who would be auctioned off. Near to the seat a tab was placed on which I could type in my bid
MIKAYLA My eyes cautiously roved over the surroundings when they ushered me into the auction house. Guards were peppered around every corner and it was impossible for anyone to trick their way out of here. I understood it well and decided to surrender my freedom and obeyed every word they said, till they took me into a room and locked me inside. The windowless room was small and empty, apart from two lazily placed chairs. Wringing my hands in nervousness, I trotted towards one of the chairs and sat on it. ************* ALEXI The bidding was scheduled to start by 9:00 PM. I arrived at the auction house half-an-hour early so that Zack could set up his devices. He drove me to the venue, pretending to be my valet. Throughout the ride we went over the plan once again and as usual, it involved him expressing deep concerns for my safety. After all, I was going directly into the hornet's nest without a sliver of protection. In addition to it I could not carry any weapon with me, as it wa
ALEXI With a snarl of displeasure, I launched myself at him. He appeared to be appalled for a moment when I grabbed a fistful of his shirt and slammed him against the wall. “Why don’t you do the world a favor and shoot yourself?” I roared at his face. Unlike others who pee their pants when they witness the enraged version of me, he didn’t flinch. He calmly circled his fingers around my wrists and pulled them away, freeing his clothes from my hold. “Calm down for a second” Michael said flatly and smoothed down the cringles that I had just created on his pristine white shirt. “Calm down?! Why the fuck should I calm down? You knew how much I hate talking about relationships, then why would you even mention the girl? What kind of friend are you?” I snapped, feeling smoke radiating from my ears. I was so angry that if I hadn’t remembered that he was once my best friend, he would have already had at least three broken bones in his body. “You know what Alexi? You deserved it” Micha
It was a girl – A blonde to be precise. She laid on the mattress like a broken angel with her hands chained to the bedpost above her head, and the metal made noise whenever she stirred. She had a bandage on her forehead, which I assumed to be a not so fatal wound. There was a cut on her lips too. I shouldn’t be affected by it at all, knowing that this was Black Skull, but something flickered inside me. A feeling I have rarely experienced before. Possessiveness. A sense of fierce possessiveness gripped my chest as my eyes feasted on her moonlit figure. She had all the feminine features that could bring any man to his knees or to her feet. Along with the strange urge to protect her, I also felt helpless. I desperately wanted to save her, but what could I do to get her out of here? The answer was simple. Nothing. If I help her now then I would be risking both of our lives and I didn’t want that. I didn’t want her to get caught in the middle of a crossfire because I found he
I hummed a jolly tune while turning the steering wheel to the left, leading the car to a secluded location. The time was close to midnight and it provided the perfect backdrop for me to carry out the plan. “You sure you wanna do this?” Zack asked for the umpteenth time since we started the journey. He has been sweating bullets the moment we got into the car that I’m currently parking near a cemetery that has the tunnel opening which leads to Bradford’s mansion. “I’m fucking sure that I’m doing this and for God’s sake stop biting your nails” I drawled and turn to Zack who is squirming in the passenger seat. “I can’t help it OK? I’m freaking out man!!! I’ve never done this ‘on field’ thing before” He exasperated but thankfully stop chewing on his fingers. “You’ll be fine” I shook my head and reached under the seat to grab the box which had accessories and weapons. Placing it on my lap, I opened the box and took things one by one and strapped them on the belts looped around my middl
*Trigger Warning - Mention of ra*pe* Kayla's POV “What are you saying?” I gaped at her, not believing my ears. “You heard me, Kayla. It was all an act I had to put up for you. And do you know why? It’s because Bruce asked me to take good care of you” Wait…. Bruce asked her to be nice to me? “What irked me the most was how he looked at you every time. I thought he would like me more if I treated you well. But nuh-uh. He was doting on you all along”. Nyra’s voice raised a few notches as her nails pressed further into my pale skin. She was taking her anger out on me and that too on something I didn’t do. “Why do you want Bruce to like you? He’s a monster!” I countered, praying that she understands the real face of him. “He is not that bad. To me he’s the best and the most perfect master ever. He took me in from the streets and gave me everything and in return all I had to do was serve his needs. All these years he only had one slave and that was Me”. My eyes instantly flew to
Kayla’s POV The only window in the room was opened and through the closely wielded metal bars moonlight spilled into the darkroom. I perched on the bed with my back leaned against the metal headboard, my chin resting on my folded knees as I absently fixed my gaze on the opposite wall. My mind was jumbled, over brimmed with the brief interaction I had with Nyra when she bought food to me an hour ago. There was something different about her. She acted natural when she handed me the food, and when I enquired about the incident that happened in the kitchen, she told me that she didn’t have the slightest clue to what I was talking about. I explained how Bruce choked me and that I saw her at the doorway. She instantly denied it by saying that I must have been hallucinating and if she had been there for real, she would have done something to help me. I believed her plausible explanation...until she excused herself with a forced smile. And before I could ask her if anything was wrong,
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