ã€ŠBounty Hunterã€‹


 Color of her Eyes

    Reed Dammington

    ¡°Please. I didn¡¯t do anything. Don¡¯t hurt me please¡± I watched the asshole beg for his dear life, fuelling that fucked up need in me to kill. Blood rushed through my veins, adrenaline pumping from his every sob, making me eager to end his suffering. I walked away from him, in a bit to calm myself, because while I enjoyed his suffering like the fucking psycho that I am, I wanted it tost longer.

    I picked up a pair of pliers and walked back to him. His left eye had already turned dark from my fist repeatedly smashing against it.

    ¡°Please, spare my life¡± he begged further and I ignored his cry. I held him by the hair and forcefully yanked his head backwards, causing him to yell out in pain and granting me ess to his mouth, which has been my target.

    ¡°You have a fetish for biting women, how about I fix that for you?¡± I whispered and carefully positioned the pliers on one of his big front teeth. More muffled pleas spurred out from his mouth and again, I ignored it.

    I took my time in pulling out his teeth, making his painst longer and the sound of his screams making me go high. His teeth fully out, I threw it aside and yanked his head backwards, ready to pull out the other big teeth. But I was fast this time and as soon as I was done and releasing his head, the bastard dropped to the ground.

    ¡°You have got to be kidding me¡± I hissed out in annoyance,ing down from my high. I brought my hand to his neck, checking for a pulse and when I couldn¡¯t find any, I rolled my eyes.

    ¡°Fucking asshole. Couldn¡¯t be a man and take all the pain¡± I cursed out. I stood next to the lifeless body, wondering if it was worth continuing with what I had in store for him or figuring out another means to get off the adrenaline pumping through my veins.

    Soon, my phone begins to vibrate. I pull it out of my pocket and answer without looking at the caller ID. Very few people had my private line, so I knew it was someone close to me calling.

    ¡°RD¡± I murmured my signature greeting once the phone was pressed to my ear.

    ¡°Why can¡¯t you say hello for once, like every other normal person would?¡± At the sound of Hermine¡¯s voice, I rolled my eyes.

    ¡°What do you want?¡± I hissed out, still very pisssed off at the fact that I couldn¡¯t carry out my ns.

    ¡°Wow, calm down. I was just calling to make sure you haven¡¯t decapitated him¡± There was amusement in her voice as she spoke and that irked me. Rolling my eyes further, I cursed at her and then hung up the call, trusting that she¡¯ll get the hint and send someone to clean up.Content (C) N?v/elDra/ma.Org.

    I took out a pack of cigarettes from my pocket and lit it, inhaling the smoke and letting it burn my throat. After three more drags, I rxed.

    Shooting onest look at my victim, I cursed again before walking out of the premises, leaving his lifeless body there.

    This side of town was known for gang fights, drug traffickers and whatnot, so I wasn¡¯t in the least bit worried about the bastard¡¯s death being traced back to me. They¡¯ll most likely assume it was a gang fight gone wrong. And if there was anything linking me to him, I trust Harnoid to make it disappear.

    The night breeze is cooler this time of the year, and some wear jackets, while others opt to wear jeans or long pants. I was dressed in ck from head to toe. It¡¯s not because I prefer the colour-it¡¯s solely because it¡¯s harder to see the blood.

    Blood likes to stter.

    Blood likes to stain.

    If I wore a white shirt, as I have once before, blood is a bitch to get out. It lingers where it¡¯s not wanted. And I would end up throwing that shirt out. Doesn¡¯t help I can¡¯t wash my clothes to save my life. But ck, well, it¡¯s easier. It¡¯s also better for blending in. And now, my wardrobe consists of ck for convenience.

    I walked towards my car when I caught sight of something. Or rather, someone. A young girl, mostly in her mid-twenties, had a handbag pressed to her chest as she nervously scurried away, every now and then, looking behind to make sure she wasn¡¯t being followed.

    And then, three men appeared all of a sudden and she fastened her steps. Soon enough, they were catching up with her and she began sobbing.

    ¡°Please don¡¯t hurt me¡± was all I heard before I decided it was time for me to step in. My time with the asshole ended sooner than I¡¯d hoped for, but God in his infinite mercy, sent me three more toys to y with.

    ¡°Why don¡¯t you three boneheads grow some balls and pick on someone your size?¡± all three of their gazes turn to me while I put off my cigarette.

    I felt her scarred gaze on me and I looked past the assholes to her. Her eyes were blue? Perhaps green? I couldn¡¯t be certain for sure and it didn¡¯t help that she immediately ran away, leaving me with my newest ything.

    ¡°What did you say, dickhead?¡± one of them questioned as they approached me.

    ¡°Three men against one woman is a dick move, especially when she isn¡¯t interested¡± I replied calmly. Adrenaline began to rise again as I anticipated all the ways I was going to end their suffering.

    They were quite built, three, maybe four inches taller than me, but I knew I could take them down. It¡¯s not about the size, it¡¯s all about the technique, and with how they approached me, I knew they didn¡¯t have that.

    They were thinking it was probably going to be another street fight. You know, the typical exchange of blows here and there, but there were wrong.

    As soon as the first one approached me, my knife was slicing with precision through his throat. With the other two, I exchanged a few blows and it¡¯s disgraceful to say, none of them got a punch in. Soon enough, my knife punctured through one¡¯s neck, causing blood to spatter andnding on my face. And with the other, I aimed for his kneecap.

    He screamed and I smiled in relief. I stood up, lit another cigarette and after taking two drags, I walked away in the same direction as the girl, in hopes to figure out the colour of her eyes.

    ¡ª¡ª¨C

 A Massive tip

    Zinnia

    I stood behind the counter of Brookside Club, bored out of my mind. I watched men in three dors tailored suits and women in one-dor cougar-styled dressing walk up to the bar, ordering whiskey on the rocks in an attempt to fit into a lifestyle that isn¡¯t meant for them. But this is Brookside, a shitty club on Sunday Avenue.

    I returned every smile that was shot my way, even though I was ready to call it a day and return to my one-bedroom apartment andy my broken bones on my tattered four-poster bed.Content (C) N?v/elDra/ma.Org.

    ¡°Hey Zinnia, table five wants a double shot of cider¡± Alex, my co-worker and the closest thing I have to a friend, leaned on the counter as she spoke. I nodded and quickly got the order started. Soon enough, I was walking to table five.

    ¡°A double shot of cider for two gentle men.¡± I forced a smile on my face as I ced the drinks on the table. They were far from being gentlemen. Not to be stereotypical, but the overgrown beards on their chin and the look in their eyes came off as perverted to me. And that was confirmed when one of them grabbed my arm when I tried to walk away and pulled me back, ending me on hisp.

    ¡°Why are you in a haste, sweetheart? Stay with us for a while and I¡¯ll tiprge.¡± The man whosep I sat on, caressed my cheek as he spoke. They burst out inughter, probably at theme sexual joke he¡¯d just made. cringe in disgust, bile building in my throat and threatening to spill out.

    His hand made contact with my bare thigh and he squeezed hard. Tears welled up my eyes but I blinked them away. They might be perverted, but they tipped well, and God knows how much I needed that tip. Zero pun intended.

    His hand moved higher and higher, aiming for the zipper of my denim shorts. I grabbed his hand to stop him, but his free hand yanked my hair backwards, stopping me. I looked around, sending pleading eyes to anyone who could help, but it never came. Brookside was, after all, a club that harbours night workers.

    ¡°She¡¯s clearly not interested, why don¡¯t you let her be and deal with someone interested¡± I heard Alex¡¯s angry voice. I quickly got up from hisp and shot Alex a thankful stare.

    ¡°And who might that be?¡± the man whosep I sat on a few seconds ago questioned.

    ¡°Me, of course.¡± She shed him a forced smile, then turned to me. ¡°The man at the corner of the room asked for a bottle of Gin, be a darling and tend to him, yeah?¡±

    I gave Alex a questioning stare, asking if she was sure and she replied with an assuring smile. I took off for the bar to get a bottle of Gin before heading to the table to deliver.

    A man sat in the corner of the room, his head facing downwards. As I approached, I realised he was dressed in all ck. I ced the bottle of Gin on the table with a ss, still, he never looked up, and it didn¡¯t help that he wore a face cap. It was impossible to take in his features, and why I cared so much about it was beyond myprehension.

    When I realised he wasn¡¯t going to acknowledge me, I decided to leave.

    ¡°Why do you let them treat you like that?¡± his voice stopped me in my tracks. I turned on my feet and gasp when I came face to face with a cold and empty violet stare. His face was expressionless.

    ¡°What?¡± I thought I¡¯d heard him wrong. I rested my weight on one foot and folded my arms, waiting on him to borate.

    ¡°Why do you let them treat you like that?¡± he spoke again, this time, opening the bottle of Gin and filling his ss.

    I scoffed. ¡°And why do you care?¡±

    ¡°Because.¡± He muttered coldly, bringing the ss to his lips. ¡°I suppose I should treat you like that too, if you want a tip?¡± He added.

    I rolled my eyes at his statement. Clearly, he was just trying to get under my skin, and I refused to fall ever so foolishly into it. I turned, ready to leave when he spoke again.

    ¡°Money¡±¡­

    With a frown on my face, I let out an exasperated sigh and turned, ready to speak when he slid a card towards me.

    ¡°For the Gin¡± he added, poured another ss. ¡°And your tip of course¡±

    ¡°What?¡±

    ¡°That¡¯s your tip. Deduct the cost of the Gin and you can use the card to your heart¡¯s satisfaction¡± he murmured nkly.

    I chuckled and shook my head in disbelief. This has got to be a sick joke of some kind.

    ¡°Cash only¡± I replied, sliding back the card to him.

    ¡°For what? The Gin or the Tip¡± he replies sinisterly, a smirk creeping up his plump lips.

    My mouth shot open. ¡°You-¡°¡­

    He cut me off as he emptied his ss and rose to his feet, grabbed his jacket and was ready to leave.

    ¡°Hey, you have to pay for this¡±¡­

    He ignored me as he rapidly put on his jacket, fished through his wallet and threw a bill of fifty next to the card and walked past me.

    ¡°In case you need to hail a cab to spend your tip¡± he finalised and walked out on me, leaving me perplexed as I tried to make sense of what just happened.

    My eyes did a quick swipe of the room before grabbing the card and the bill of fifty and walking to the counter. I swiped the card through the POS machine and first paid for the Gin.

    ¡°Would you look at that, it¡¯s loaded¡± I murmured and stuffed the card in my bag.

    Alex walked up to me with a frown on her face and grumbling.

    ¡°Fucking assholes. All that touching just to tip five dors¡± she mmed the tray on the counter. I pouted, feeling pity for her.

    An idea popped up in my mind. ¡°Are you free tomorrow? Let¡¯s go shopping¡±

    She rolled her eyes. ¡°Why? You won the jackpot?¡±

    I smiled. ¡°More like, I got a massive tip¡± I replied, and we both burst into a fit ofughter.

    ¡ª¡ª

 Red Lingerie

    Zinnia

    I walked hand in hand with Alex, skipping like seven-year-old best friends walking to their favourite candy shop. Alex and I met at the park at ten a. m., and at once, we began wisely spending my tip.

    After going through Alex¡¯s question and answer session, to which most of her questions remained unanswered, we first walked into my favourite coffee shop. We grabbed some Krispy Kreme and chocte-covered doughnuts, apanied with coffee, there after, we sat in Alex¡¯s car.

    I listened as she told me more about herself and her background. When she¡¯d finished, she gave me an it¡¯s-your-turn-to-talk-look, to which I shrugged it off.

    The truth is, nothing was interesting about my life. Not like Alex¡¯s though. She¡¯d willingly run from home at the age of Seventeen when her religious parents forced her to marry the son of another religious family in a bid to hide her sexuality. She didn¡¯t want to live a life of misery like her parents, so she chose to run.

    Me? I left from foster home to foster home, every home being worse than thest. Until I decided I couldn¡¯t take it anymore and ran from myst home at sixteen and changed cities.

    I couldn¡¯t tell Alex about that. Even though we both worked in a club, her life was different from mine. She had parents she could run to. I had no one.

    ¡°Oh, this is the one. Look at those shades, I need it.¡± Alex hurled me into a fashion boutique, a ce I¡¯d only ever admired from afar.

    The woman at the counter gave us condescending stares and for a split second, I wanted to walk out, but Alex snatched the card out of my hand and waved it in her face. At once, she shed us the fake weing smile she¡¯d spent years practising.

    ¡°This way.¡± She led us towards an aisle that had thetest trends in dresses. Whilst she tended to Alex, I walked toward the mannequins on disy at the window frame, gawking at a two-piece lingerie.

    I trail my hands through the fabric, imagining its silkiness on my skin after a nice hot bath. My phone vibrated, tearing me off my mental daydream.

    I looked at the notification bar and frowned at the name ¡®unknown¡¯ written in bold. I tapped on it and read the message.

    ¡®Red looks good on you. I can¡¯t wait to peel it off that smooth olive skin of yours¡¯

    Terror spread through my veins, my heart pounding in my chest as I took in my surroundings, trying to catch anyone in sight who might be stalking me. But I was met with passers-by carrying on with their day-to-day life. I looked around again, and when nothing suspicious came up, I dished out the message to be nothing but a prank or a wrong number.

    I met Alex at the counter, a broad smile on her face as she happily went through everything she¡¯d chosen. Everything paid for, I helped Alex carry what she¡¯d bought and we headed for her car.

    ¡°Are you sure nothing seemed appealing to you at the shop? I saw you staring at the lingerie set on disy.¡± Alex broke the silence in the after she¡¯d turned her car on and put on her seatbelt.

    ¡°Yeah. I don¡¯t want to abuse it considering I¡¯ve already used his card to stock my fridge and I still have to pay for my rent with it.¡± I replied and Alex nodded.

    ¡°Seems fair.¡±

    I looked at Alex and smiled. She was a beautiful woman with thick strands of honey-blonde hair cascading in beach waves over her shoulders. The freckles scattered over her face made her look angelic, but her generic brown eyes and petite, yet sexy figurine told me that she was anything but angelic.

    As we rode, the message I¡¯d received kept reying in my head. What if someone had been stalking me? What if it was that creep from the club yesterday? It would make total sense. But there was no way he could have gotten my number, and I realised I was being paranoid over nothing. Surely, whoever sent that message missed numbers.

    The sun was slowly setting behind the clouds and darkness began to journey in. I insisted that Alex drop me off at the park where we¡¯d met. I didn¡¯t want her knowing where I lived. Sure, I¡¯d spent the entire day with her, and while I enjoyed herpany, I wasn¡¯t ready to fully let her into my life.

    Thursdays were my day off at the club, so I bid Alex farewell and began to walk down the path to my apartment. It was over three blocks away, however, by the time I reached the building, the sun was nowhere in sight.

    With a sigh, I walked into the building, readying myself for the steep stairs that awaited me. After what seemed like an eternity, I made it to my floor and soon, my keys pierced into the doorknob.

    I stepped into my apartment and relinquished the smell of honey and vani. I dropped my bag on the kitchen counter before plunging my tired and achy body into the couch.Belongs ? to N?velDrama.Org.

    After I¡¯d rested enough from the stairs, I got up and headed for my fridge. I took out the leftover pizza and allowed it to cool off, in hopes to slot it in the microwave after I¡¯d showered up.

    Then I grabbed my phone and headed for my bedroom. I walked in and a scream left my lips at the sight of whaty on my bed. It was the red lingerie I admired on the disy mannequin from the shop earlier. Next to it, was a bouquet and a bag. I stood still, afraid to approach my bed.

    After taking in several breaths, I tiptoed towards my bed. I grabbed the bag and took out everything it contained. More lingerie, only in different colours.

    My phone vibrated on me, making me gasp out in fear. I took out my phone and saw I had another message from an unknown number. With shaky hands and strained breath, I tapped on it.

    ¡®I noticed you didn¡¯t get anything from the shop. So, I got you the lingerie you were staring at and I made sure to get one in every color. I hope you were them for me soon, my little flower¡¯

    I threw my phone aside as though it suddenly had some deadly disease imnted in it. It finally sank in.

    I was being stalked.

    ¡ª¡ª¡ª-

 Little Flower

    Zinnia

    Going to work the following day was a hassle. Not only was I extremely tired as I barely got a wink of sleepst night due to the stalker dropping a little present inside my room, but I was paranoid the hell out of my mind, wondering if I might run into my stalker. Wondering if every face I passed by on my way to work could be that of my stalker.

    Could he be a frequent customer at the club? Have I tended to him before? Would I tend to him today? All those questions had me wrapped up in my little brain, so much so that I hadn¡¯t realised I had reached the Brookside club until I bumped into a rock-hard chest at the entryway, almost knocking me off my feet.

    Big and cold hands caught me before my butt reached the ground.

    ¡°Are you alright?¡± a voice as cold as Greend resonated in my ears. It sounded so familiar that it had me jerking my head upwards.

    ¡°It¡¯s you,¡± I murmured, looking into violet eyes. The man, still dressed in all ck, furrowed his brows.

    I realised my statement might be confusing to him, so I quickly shrugged his hold off me and regained my bnce. ¡°I mean, the guy who tipped with the credit card. Thank you, by the way¡± I corrected, and a sly smile appeared on his lips, but right when I was beginning to reel into it, his face was back to expressionless.

    In what little luminescence there was, I was able to look past the cap covering his face and I could see a long scar slit across his left eye.

    ¡°Your eye¡­¡±

    ¡°Don¡¯t you have to go in?¡± he interrupted me and stepped aside for me to walk in. Without uttering another word, I pushed the double doors and walked into the club.

    Cardi B¡¯s UP roared through the sound system that was inclined to the wall. The smell of cigarettes and sweat was ever so present and as I walked through the crowded dance floor aiming for the bar, I tried to avoid bumping into gross-sweaty bodies.

    Alex greeted me just as I rounded the counter. I greeted her back without a smile on my face and immediately got to work.

    Throughout the night, I feel eyes boring a hole into the back of my head. Every step I took, I felt it. Paranoid shot through my body as I began to wonder if that stare was from my stalker.

    I had just taken a break from working when Alex approached me with a worried expression.

    ¡°Hey. You okay?¡± she ced her tray on the counter and sat on the high bar chair.

    I shrugged. ¡°Not in my element tonight.¡± I knew my reply came out cold, but that was the least of my concern. Thankfully, she didn¡¯t press further.

    ¡°The guy at the corner of the room asked to see you, I¡¯m guessing he¡¯s the one who tipped massively.¡± Brown eyes stared at me intensely, earning no response from me.

    I fished through my wallet for his credit card and left the counter. Once I got to his table, I mmed the card on this table, murmured a thank you and scurried back to the counter. Again, I am aware of how bitchy that looked, and I was taking out my frustrations on innocent people, but it couldn¡¯t be helped.

    ¡°You sure you¡¯re okay? I can cover up for you if you want to leave.¡± Alex spoke after a while of studying me.

    Leave and go back to an empty apartment, that was an invitation for my stalker.

    ¡°No, I¡¯m alright,¡± A long moment of silence passed by between me and Alex, within which she shot worried stares in my direction.

    ¡°Hey, did you hear? The bodies of those two perverted assholes were found yesterday morning just around the trash at the back door.¡±

    I gauged my eyes out as the realisation sank in. ¡°The two beard men?¡± I asked, just to be sure.

    ¡°Yep. Apparently, they owed some thugs a lot of money. I guess it was time to pay their dues¡± she spoke with a shrug.

    ¡°On the bright side, two less perverted humans roaming the streets. I mean there¡¯s still more out there, but it¡¯s a start¡± she added.

    I remained indifferent to Alex¡¯s statement. While I hate the thought of a human taking away the life of another, I had to admit they¡¯d done a good deed. This club might just be a little safer for Alex.

    Not for me. I had a stalker, who might just be as perverted as those two creeps.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org.

    Closing time quickly came and I was dreading going home. I¡¯d almost pleaded with Alex to drive me home, but I knew that would warrant so many questions from her end.

    ¡°See you on Sunday.¡± I stood outside the club, waiting for my Uber when I felt Alex¡¯s gentle touch on my shoulder as she bid me farewell.

    Ah! Saturdays are her off days. I might just call in sick tomorrow.

    When I nodded in reply, she paused, a worried look on her face. ¡°Are you sure you¡¯re okay, Zinnia? You¡¯ve been quiet all night and it¡¯s so unlike you.¡±

    ¡°Yeah, I¡¯m sorry. Just some dream that has me all worked up, but I promise I¡¯m fine.¡± I replied. I must not have sounded convincing because Alex took out a piece of paper from her bag with her number written on it and handed it to me.

    ¡°Call me if you want to talk. It doesn¡¯t matter the time. Just call me.¡± I hesitated but took the paper.

    Now that I stood alone in the dark, with nothing but street lights providing safety, I began to regret not asking Alex for a lift, especially as my Uber was runningte.

    My phone vibrated in my pocket.

    It¡¯s him. I just know it¡¯s him.

    I sucked in a deep breath as I pulled my phone from my pocket, UNKNOWN written in bold. I tapped on the notification and opened the chat.

    ¡®Why the long face, my little flower? Did you not like my gift?¡¯

    I frown at his message. I contemted between replying and after a long mental debate, I powered my phone.

    It vibrated and lit up again.

    ¡®The streets are safe, my little flower. I have eyes on you¡¯

    Raw and utter freight spread through my body. My head jerked upwards in hopes to see if anyone was staring at me. It was futile, but I felt his gaze on me.

    My phone vibrated again. ¡®There¡¯s a little gift waiting for you at home. You can¡¯t see me, but just know, I¡¯m watching you closely¡¯

    ¡ª¡ª¨C

 The Gift

    Zinnia

    My feet trembled as I mounted the stairs, and headed for my floor. The message from my stalker had been swirling in my brain all through the journey from the club to my apartment block, so much so that the Uber driver had to yell out to take me off my trance.

    I paid and got out of the car, and almost passed out. Overthinking had only earned me a splitting headache, and it didn¡¯t help that I was going to be alone in my apartment.

    As I pierced my key into the doorknob, I dialled 911 before turning the key, that way, if there was someone in my apartment, I¡¯ll quickly hit the call button.

    I pushed the door open and I visibly sighed when I was met with an empty apartment. I paused on the threshold, inspecting my apartment and I only walked in with my heart pounding when I was certain nothing looked out of ce.

    I was scared to walk into my room. I wondered if the so-called surprise would be my stalker waiting for me in there with a gun, ready to kill me. But when I stood in the living room and spotted a boxying next to my bed, I frowned.

    Had he bought another set of lingerie again? Great, this way, I¡¯ll add to what he sent yesterday and burn it all together.

    Each step I took toward my bedroom door matched the beating of my heart. I picked up the carton and visibly sighed at its weightlessness. And I refrained fromughing at my stupidity.

    Carefully, I sat on my bed. I opened the box, hoping to find lingerie or something, anything his perverted mind could think of.

    Nothing on the Earth could have prepared me for the dried-up hand carefully wrapped in white paper in the box.

    I screamed at the top of my lungs, skipping out of my bed like it suddenly had some deadly disease. With trembling hands, I picked up my phone and hit the dial button for the 911 I¡¯dposed earlier.

    ¡°911, how may I help you¡± the voice of ady came from the other end.

    ¡°Hello? There¡¯s a hand in my house. There¡¯s someone¡¯s hand in my house,¡± I screamed into the phone. My voice and my body trembled as I spoke.

    ¡°Ma¡¯am, I need you to calm down¡±

    ¡°Don¡¯t tell me to calm down. There¡¯s a bloody hand in my house. Someone sent me a hand in a box¡± I yelled again.

    ¡°Okay, ma¡¯am. We need your address and we¡¯ll be on our way shortly¡± I barely managed to voice out my address. The call disconnected and the silence in my room re-emerged.

    Still holding my phone in my hand, I felt it vibrate. I knew it was him. This time, I was quick to open the message.

    ¡®You called the police, little flower. Shouldn¡¯t have done that¡¯

    I scoffed in disbelief, clearly, he hadn¡¯t expected me to just let this one slide. I did yesterday with the lingerie, but not with this. On what was sending someone¡¯s hand considered a gift? But more importantly, whose hand is it?

    With a frown on my face, my hands flew across my keypad.

    ¡®You sick psycho! I don¡¯t know who you are or what you want, but I¡¯ll make sure to have you locked up¡¯. I hit the same button. A reply came in almost immediately.

    ¡®Will you?¡¯

    Blood rushed through my veins, rage building up with each second I spent bamboozled by his message. The asshole was mocking my threats, making it seem like all my efforts were no good. Like he was immune to the repercussions of his acts.

    I dumped my phone on the bed and walked into the living room. I curled up on my couch. I refused to touch the box until the cops showed up.

    Minutes, perhaps hours passed and I began to wonder if the cops were ever going to show up. I began to wonder if that sick psycho had all right tough at my attempts to have him locked up.

    The loud banging on the door sent fear throughout my body and had my headshot in that direction.

    ¡°911, open up!¡± the sound of a male voice was followed by yet another banging on the door. Feeling a little reassured, I rushed to open the door.

    The cop, a man probably in his mid-forties walked in. I frowned, wondering why just one person had shown up. Did they mistake my phone call for a bluff? Well, he was in for one hell of a shock.

    ¡°Hi ma¡¯am, I¡¯m Officer George. What seems to be the problem?¡± the officer stood next to my kitchen counter and took out a notepad from the chest pocket of his uniform.

    ¡°There¡¯s a hand in a box in my room. I am being stalked¡± I exined.

    The office shot me a questioning stare. ¡°A hand you say, in a box.¡± He questioned and when I nodded, he scribbled the information on the notepad.

    ¡°You don¡¯t seem to believe me, it¡¯s best I show you¡± I added and began to walk toward my bedroom.

    ¡°Please, lead the way.¡± Although I was ahead, I rolled my eyes at his sarcasm. I pushed open the door to the bedroom for him and stood on the threshold, waiting on him to walk in first.

    ¡°So, what exactly am I supposed to be looking at?¡±

    I frowned. ¡°What do you mean?¡± I walked in and was left speechless. My bed was perfectly made up with not a single thing out of ce. There was no sight of any box.

    ¡°What? There was a box right here with someone¡¯s hand in it.¡± I murmured in confusion, trying to make sense of what was happening.

    ¡°Ma¡¯am, you must have been mistaken. There¡¯s no box here,¡± the cop uttered. I could sense the irritation in his voice.

    ¡°I know what I saw. Someone sent me a box with a hand in it. I know what I saw,¡± I convinced. The cop folded his arms, giving me an exasperated look.Property belongs to N?vel(D)r/ama.Org.

    ¡°Don¡¯t give me that look. I know what I saw. He¡¯s been sending me messages. He sent me lingerie yesterday¡±

    ¡°Oh, lingerie? Ma¡¯am, are you sure those weren¡¯t sent by your boyfriend or some lover of yours?¡±

    ¡°Of course not! The messages.¡± Seeing as my exnations did nothing to convince him, I figured showing him the messages from that creep would do the trick. I rushed into the living room and grabbed hold of my phone. My fingers flew across the lit screen, searching for our chat.

    Nothing. There were no chats.

    ¡°What?¡± I was perplexed. I couldn¡¯tprehend what was going on. First with the boxes and now with the chats. The cop stood next to me.

    ¡°Officer, I swear, he¡¯s been sending me creepy messages since yesterday, yet for some reason..¡±

    ¡°Ma¡¯am, why don¡¯t you get some rest? I¡¯m sure you must be tired and it¡¯s making you hallucinate.¡±

    ¡°Officer, I know what I saw¡± I convinced

    ¡°I¡¯m sure you do. I¡¯m sure you do.¡± The officer gave a light pat on my shoulder and began to head for the door.

    ¡°Have a good night ma¡¯am,¡± before I could protest further, the officer walked out and closed the door behind him, leaving my confused mind racing.

    I stood in the middle of my living room, taking in my surroundings. Was I dreaming? Had I, in fact hallucinated the text messages and the box? Only one way to find out.

    I rushed back into my room, straight for where I kept the lingerie he sent yesterday. And when I couldn¡¯t find it, I convinced myself I was going crazy.

    My phone dinged and I quickly checked the message.

    Unknown: How did you like my gift?

    ¡ª¡ª¡ª¨C

 A Visit

    Reed

    I sat in my usual spot at the Brookside Club. This spot gave me the perfect opportunity to stare at my little flower at ease. From here, I could monitor her every movement, gestiction and facial features.

    And that was how I came to know she was not her usual self. Ever since she checked into work, she¡¯d barely reciprocated Alex¡¯s smile or barely gave clients the signature fake smile she¡¯d perfected over the three years of working here. And while it set me at ease that she wasn¡¯t smiling at other men, I couldn¡¯t help but wonder about the cause of her current mood.

    I watched her friend, Alex, leaned in on the counter and whisper something to her, before turning and pointing in my direction, then my little flower emerged from behind the counter and began to make her way towards me.

    Shit! I cursed.

    At that very instant, my phone vibrated in the pocket of my ck jacket. I took it out and read the message. It was Hermine. The message was direct and that was all it took for me to jolt up from my chair, bypass my little flower and rushed outside the club.

    I fastened my steps towards my car. Once my seat belt was on, I dialled Hermine¡¯s number and after three rings, her voice came through the speakers of my car.

    ¡°He¡¯s at the warehouse, all chained up, ready and waiting.¡± I could sense the excitement in Hermine¡¯s voice. She¡¯d never had the privilege of seeing me in action. I promised her that if she managed to find my victim, I¡¯ll allow her to watch.

    ¡°Keep him awake. I¡¯m five minutes away,¡± and with that, I roared my engine to life and drove off.

    It had already been established that I love to kill, and while my prey for tonight wasn¡¯t necessarily wanted because he hid his crimes behind his badge, he was still evil. The badge, uniform and state-registered gun were his license to kill.

    I kill people like him without a license. It wouldn¡¯t stop me anyways.

    Officer George, who had painted my little flower as crazy, turned out to have a pretty coloured resume. I wondered if the police department knew about his extracurricr activities.

    I was going to take my time with him.

    I stepped on the gas pedal, eager to get started.

    I lived on the outskirts of Brookside, far, far into the woods. One would think the road to my mansion to be a journey of no return. That was the truth. I spared no souls found trespassing on my property.

    Therge gate could be opened with a controller, but I had a button installed in my car. I pressed the button and drove into the driveway.Property belongs to N?vel(D)r/ama.Org.

    Without thinking any further, I frantically walked to my warehouse situated underground. The warehouse was empty andrge, so it was quite easy to spot my prey. His hands were tied up, a tape over his mouth. His hair looked dishevelled.

    ¡°Officer George, how are we doing man?¡± I questioned as I approached him. I walked to the table adjacent to him that had a disy of all my toys. I heard muffled sounds from behind me. I turned to find Officer George struggling to release from the chains. I found his effort quiteughable.

    ¡°You know, when my little flower called you, I never would have imagined you had such a colourful profile. I thought you were just daft,¡± I picked up a knife and approached him. I abruptly pulled out the duct tape from his mouth, making him yell out in pain.

    ¡°You asshole, I¡¯ll make you-¡±

    ¡°Ah Ah Ah! If I were you officer, I would carefully pick out my words,¡± I threatened, bringing the knife up to his Adam¡¯s apple. He shuddered and his eyes began to water.

    ¡°Please, I¡¯m sure you have the wrong man. I am a reputable man,¡±

    I resist the urge tough. Of course, they always feign oblivion when caught, then proceed to beg for their life. I love when they beg me to spare their life. I wouldn¡¯t.

    ¡°You know officer George, I¡¯ll forgive theft over lying. And you, my dear friend, just earned yourself a VIP ticket to hell,¡± I spoke.

    I dip the knife into his jawline, taking it down to his chin. He yelled out in pain, screaming and cursing at me. Red spills on my hand and I resist the urge to roll my eyes back at the sight of blood.

    ¡°You assholes. I¡¯ll make you pay. I¡¯ll haunt you. You mark my words!¡± The asshole yelled again. I ignored his threads and moved over to his mouth which has been talking a whole lot of rubbish.

    I forced his mouth open, pulled out his tongue and once again, dipped the knife in it, then pulled it outwards, splitting his tongue into halves.

    This time, he was unable to scream. His tears mixed with the blood on my hand. Deciding against cleaning it off, I walked back to the table and picked up a sharper de, then walked back to him.

    While I enjoyed ying with Officer George, I had to run back to my little flower. I couldn¡¯t go on an entire day without keeping in contact with her, and this time, I wasn¡¯t going to hide behind the screen. I n on making an appearance and punish her for calling the police.

    ¡°I¡¯ll see you in hell, Officer George,¡± I murmured, then quickly concealed his mouth with the duck tape.

    I grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled it backwards. I aimed for his Adam¡¯s apple. I carefully slice the knife through his throat, his blood sttered all over my face, and simultaneously ending his miserable life. Then, for the sake of it, I punctured the knife in the side of his neck.

    I stepped back to admire my handwork. Blood rushes in my ears, and my heart beats wildly in my chest.

    This is what I live for!

    The adrenaline rush is unlike anything I¡¯ve ever known-an addiction. Something that can¡¯t be bought off the streets or drank from a bottle.

    I dipped my head backwards and waved at the camera imnted then, knowing that Hermine was watching all along.

    Now, let¡¯s pay a visit to my little flower.

    ¡ª¡ª¡ª.

 His Touch

    Zinnia

    With my bag clutched to my body, I scurried home, ever so often, looking past me to see if anyone had followed me. Tonight, was one of those nights I dreaded my work. Those nights were it was impossible to get an Uber home. Those were nights I¡¯d switched my skinny outfits for a pair of jeans and a crop top, then stuff a cardigan in my backpack, an appropriate outfit for walking in the cold, early hours of the morning.

    But tonight, I was dressed in shorts and a hoodie, and while the hoodie covered my chest, it did nothing to the cold pping against my bare thighs. Coupled with the fact that I had a stalker on my tail.

    Looking past me for the nth time, I fastened my steps. I should have taken up Alex¡¯s offer to drop me home. Same as I would have taken up her offer for a sleepover. But my stupid ass, for whatever reason, decided it was best to keep up with my routine.

    Thankfully, I met up with a group of teenagers and I somewhat rxed. I doubt my stalker will be courageous enough to walk up to me with people around. And that only made me dread going home.

    Ever since I called the cops and his so-called gifts magically vanished from my room, I hadn¡¯t heard from him. No messages, no nothing.

    It hasn¡¯t been that long, just a day and a few hours. I should be happy that my life was finally going back to its usual boring routine. But a part of me knew that was far from it. His silence probably meant he was somewhere in the shadows, lurking around and waiting for the right moment to show up. And I dreaded every second of the wait.

    Back in the club, Alex had pointed to the man who always sat in the corner of the room. Something in me clicked and I wondered if he was my stalker.

    It would make absolute sense. He gave me his credit card to use to my advantage. Probably how he got my address. He insisted I serve him and while I tended to other clients, I could feel his every gaze on me.

    I am specting, but it didn¡¯t help that I might havee face-to-face with my stalker.

    Thank the heavens, I made it to my block and I hurriedly mounted the stairs to my apartment. I only let out a sigh of relief when I was certain the doors were appropriately locked.

    I ruffled my hands through my hair and begin to strip in my living room, and only headed for my bedroom when I was in my undies. Then, I walked into my bathroom. I turned on the faucet and stood under the running water.

    I heard a loud thuding from my window and my heart began beating fast. I quickly turned off the shower, grabbed a towel and walked out of the bathroom.

    I frowned when my room was quiet, with only but the window open and night air caressing the curtains. A bouquet rested on the table close to the window, and as I walked toward it, I noticed a little gold-ted card next to it.

    I picked up the flower first, and with my free hand, I picked up the card and read its contents.

    ¡®You have a sexy body, little flower, I can¡¯t wait to feel its smoothness¡¯

    Anger spiralling through my body, and cursing out atrocities, I rushed to the living room and dumped the flower in the trash, then mmed the card on the table.

    This time, when I walked into my room, there was a silhouette standing ever so gracefully by the opened window. Dressed in ck, both hands were tucked in the front pocket as he faced the window.

    It¡¯s him. My stalker.Property belongs to N?vel(D)r/ama.Org.

    With shaky hands, I tiptoed to my dresser and picked up the scissors resting there, before tiptoeing towards him. He was so courageous to send me lingerie, and animalistic gifts. I wondered if he would stay courageous when my scissors puncture his neck.

    When I stood at a close enough distance, I raised my hand, ready to stab the scissors into the crook of his neck. It all happened so fast. One minute, my hand was in the air, and the next minute, my back pped against the wall, one hand on my neck and the other hand pinned my hand holding the scissors against the wall. The towel around my body hade loose and dropped to the ground.

    ¡°Oh, you naughty, naughty little flower. Trying to kill me?¡±

    The face cap and the face mask he wore made it difficult to see his face clearly, but it did little to hide the scar across his eye.

    It¡¯s the man from the club. He was my stalker. I was yet to take in his full facial features, but I will recognise that empty violet stare and sultry voice anywhere in the world

    ¡°It¡¯s you,¡± I barely breathe. The smell of him and the alcohol on his breath intoxicated my senses.

    ¡°You don¡¯t seem surprised,¡± he murmured inches away from my lips. Unconsciously, I licked my lips and he smirked.

    ¡°You called the cops on me, little flower. I should punish you for that¡± he added. I swallowed a gulp.

    I wasn¡¯t sure if it was as a result of the air, or his voice and him invading my space, but my nipples hardened and desire swamped in the pit of my stomach.

    ¡°I should bend you over myp and change the colour of your butt cheeks to pink with my hands,¡± he murmured, his hold on my neck tightened. I struggled to breathe, and slowly, my vision begin to darken as I start seeing stars.

    My body, the fucking traitor that she is, loved the idea of him bending me over his knees. I should be cursing at him and kicking him with my kneecap, but I didn¡¯t. Instead, I found pleasure in his hold, even as it threatened to suffocate me.

    By now, I was a mess down there, and I desperately and mentally prayed that he wouldn¡¯t find evidence of my body¡¯s betrayal to his touch.

    ¡ª¡ª-

 Trembling

    Zinnia

    The universe has always been against me. I wondered what I must have done to get on her bad side. And right now was no different. She fucking betrayed me, just like my body.

    Before I can utter another word, my stalker flips me over, so I¡¯m facing the wall with my behind crouching against his budged groin.Content (C) N?v/elDra/ma.Org.

    His hand was on my neck again, and before I can even try toprehend, fire explodes across my skin. I yelp, gulping and-shamefully-whimpering, as I feel the sting of his election against my butt, begging to be set free.

    ¡°See how you tremble at my touch, little flower,¡± my stalker whispered against the crook of my neck, sending goose flesh all over my body.

    Somehow, he¡¯d managed to grab the scissors from my hand. He reced his hand on my neck with the scissors, while his free hand travelled down to my hot, glistering centre.

    Fire ignites and my whole face goes red when I realize the sound that tumbles from my lips this time is a very obvious and very needy moan, anticipating his touch on my clit.

    His index finger, I think, slit along my clit and at the same time, I felt the scissors digging against my skin. The pain, mixed with pleasure caused a very loud and treacherous moan to escape my lips.

    ¡°Such a dirty little slut for me. How does it feel knowing I can kill you, just as I can pleasure you, my little flower?¡± the scissors dig deeper into my neck, but the fear of getting hurt from it is long forgotten as all my attention was clouded with all the wonder his finger was doing to my pussy.

    I feel the scissors travel past my neck and settle on my right boob. It picks against my skin. It hurts-I mean, it really fucking hurts. But the rush that immediately follows as his finger thrusts inside me-the pure ecstasy that floods into the space pain made-is euphoric.

    And it¡¯s like nothing I¡¯ve ever felt before with just myself.

    The fucking bastard knows it, too. Because suddenly, he¡¯s doing it again. And again. And again. Thrusting and picking, until my pulse roars in my ears.

    I¡¯m so wet, I swear to God, when he pulls out of me, I feel it drip right down my legs.

    ¡°Such a messy little slut. Tell me, my little flower, do you like how I pick this scissors against your skin while I pleasure you and make you beg for a release? The same scissors you tried to kill me with, seconds ago?¡± he murmurs in my ear, while his finger continued working its magic.

    I tried zooming out his voice, but they seem to work so magically together, bringing me higher and higher to the hilt of ecstasy.

    This time, three fingers are deep inside me in a single and brutal thrust. A loud moan escaped my lips, travelling through the hallway and maybe even the stairs.

    ¡°That¡¯s right my little flower. Moan for me. Feel my fingers stretch this greedy little cunt of yours,¡±

    I hear the sound of scissors nking against my floor right before I feel his hand back on my neck, choking me while thrusting ever so abruptly inside me.

    Oh my God, he¡¯s going to make mee. If he keeps this up, he¡¯s going to make mee.

    But just as I felt the orgasm rapidly building in the pit of my stomach, he slowed in his thrust. I whimpered in frustration, unable to fully voice out my displeasure thanks to his hold on my neck.

    ¡°Beg me for a release. Beg me to make youe until your legs are quivering and you can¡¯t stand. Beg me to give you the most earth-shattering and memory-altering orgasm you¡¯ve ever had,¡± he momentarily released his hold on my neck.

    I feel his warm tongue on the nape, sliding upwards to the back of my ear, before finally nibbling on it.

    ¡°Please,¡± it wasn¡¯t a plea that spurred out of my mouth, but a desperate cry. It was answered and this time, he spun me and mmed my back against the wall.

    He grabbed my neck again, forcing me to look into his purple eyes before brutally thrusting his finger inside me.

    My orgasm begins to build again and with each violent thrust of his, pushing me to the edge, my eyes roll back. My breathing became rasped, and my vision ckened.

    ¡°Feel me inside you, my little flower, because next time, it wouldn¡¯t be my fingers, but my cock wrecking this cunt,¡± he murmured.

    He squeezed my neck. ¡°Look at me, little flower. Look into my eyes as youe,¡± he ordered and I forced my eyes open, moaning ever so loudly.

    He stared at me intensely, as though memorising my every reaction to his touch. And as my orgasm grew violently this time, making my pussy squeeze his fingers, he pulled out, making me growl through gritted teeth.

    ¡°Why did you stop?¡± I was outraged by this sick game he was ying, but I wanted this release. No, I needed this release.

    ¡°See how desperate you are for my finger. Is this what you want my little flower?¡± His fingers thrust into me abruptly, but itsted only for so long before he pulled out again.

    ¡°You sick bastard! You¡¯re enjoying this,¡±

    ¡°Am I?¡± He smirked.

    ¡°Yes. Now, if you won¡¯t let mee, get off me.¡±

    ¡°Is that what you really want? Toe all over my fingers?¡±

    ¡°Yes!¡±

    ¡°Too bad,¡± he said as he pulled his fingers out of my pussy and gently released my shivering legs. I watched as he made sure to suck the fingers that he¡¯d been using to y with me clean and I hated that it made me even more aroused.

    ¡°Punishments are bittersweet, aren¡¯t they, my little flower? Next time, you¡¯ll know better than to go against my orders because I always maintain the upper hand.¡±

    I wanted to say that there wouldn¡¯t be a next time, but I didn¡¯t want to tell a lie. Instead, I followed him with my eyes as he climbed through the window and walked out the same way he came in.

    It wasn¡¯t until I was certain he was long gone that I curl into a ball in my bed and cried myself to sleep.

    ¡ª¡ª

 Missed me?

    Zinnia

    The following day, I dragged myself to work. After dallying in bed the entire day, toozy to carry along with my daily activities due to thoughts of my stalker residing freely in my head. By evening, I decided I couldn¡¯t keep dragging along. I quickly showered and wore an outfit appropriate for my mood.

    At work, I barely smiled, barely returned the flirty remarks from clients. I didn¡¯t care that my mood might affect how much they tipped. And my mood only worsen whenever I looked in the corner of the room and my stalker was nowhere to be found.

    The days after that dragged on. My mood hadn¡¯t gotten better. If anything, it got worse, mostly because I hadn¡¯t heard from my stalker in over four days. Four whole bloody days since the bastard pinned me against my wall, fucked me with his hands then walked out on me.

    I should be happy, like any other girl, that she was finally free. But I wasn¡¯t. Perhaps it was knowing that his silence could only mean his return would be more brutal and that made me antsy. Or maybe I was just lying to myself and I feared his silence meant he was bored with me and decided to move on to the next victim.

    And why that made me gloomy was beyond my fuckingprehension.

    I stood outside Brookside Club in the early hours of Sunday morning, waiting to hail a cab. It was cold and the hoodie I threw over my crop top did nothing to shield me from the cold breeze pping against my body.

    I felt Alex¡¯s arm over my shoulders. ¡°Come on, I¡¯ll drive you home,¡± she murmured.

    I unfolded my arms, getting ready to decline her offer, but she was already pulling me towards her car.

    ¡°I am not taking no for an answer.¡± I sighed and allowed her to drag me.

    Alex drives an Audi A5. It almost came as a surprise to me, but then I remembered shees from a wealthy background. I put my seatbelt on and rested my head against the window.

    We rode in silence. Barely minutes on the way, I feel Alex¡¯s gaze digging into my skin. I could tell she had something on her mind, but for some reason unbeknownst to me, she didn¡¯t. And I was so fucking thankful for that.

    I noticed Alex drove past my bloc and it was only then that I realised she was probably imposing on me, a sleepover in her apartment. Again, I was thankful for that.

    We were gradually pulling into the fancy side of Brookside, where each townhouse and bungalow looked identical, with only the gardens and paintings differentiating them from each other.

    The engine died in front of a bungalow. Alex quietly took off her seatbelt and followed suit, then I grabbed my backpack and followed her up the pavement leading to the doorstep.

    She fished out her key and opened the door, granting me the courtesy to walk in first. The smell of citrus engulfed my nostrils as I took in her apartment. It was everything I imagined Alex¡¯s apartment would look like. It was maximally decorated, matching her bubbly personality, but the elegant paintings on the wall matched her exquisite side.

    I¡¯m not a big fan of paintings, but I couldn¡¯t help but admire the ck and white painting of the Eiffel Tower, and the silhouette of a woman carved with flowery outline. Another was a picture of a flower, but after a thorough look, I realised it was no ordinary flower.

    Alex stood next to me, her hand on my shoulder.

    ¡°Beautiful, isn¡¯t it?¡±

    I nodded.

    ¡°My ex painted that. She says she¡¯d been to Paris once and fell in love with it. She wanted to share her favourite city with me. Too bad, she turned out to be a lying cheating bitch,¡±

    Ouch. I could sense the bitterness in her voice.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org.

    ¡°There¡¯s a bedroom down the hallway, first door to your left. Its well equipped,¡± she exined and I nodded.

    I followed her instructions and soon, I was stripping off my work clothes and walking into the shower.

    I emerged from the bathroom thirty minutester, dressed in grey sleeping shorts and an oversized T-shirt, with ck socks on. I hadn¡¯t realised how tense I had been these past days until the warm water burned my skin, subsequently releasing the tension in my muscles.

    I walked back into the living room to find Alex curled up on her couch, zapping through channels until she sighed and switched to Netflix.

    ¡°Hey,¡± I greeted, joining her on the couch.

    ¡°Hey, feel better?¡± she tilted her head quizzically and I nodded.

    The seconds that passed were spent in silence, with Alex intensely staring at me.

    ¡°Are you going to tell me what¡¯s really going on with you? I know it has nothing to do withck of sleep,¡±

    I sighed and shrugged. ¡°Come on, Zinnia. Let me be there for you. There¡¯s only so much you can bottle in before you finally explode,¡±

    I didn¡¯t know what to say, or how to even begin exining the fucked up things happening in my mind. I¡¯ve never had to confide in someone before. I¡¯ve never had the kind of friendship Alex was so generously offering to me on a tter of gold, and so, I didn¡¯t know what to make of it.

    But she was right. There was only so much I could keep in before I finally exploded. And with that, I adjusted myself on the couch, sitting Indian style. I began exining everything to Alex, from when we first went shopping and I received the weird message, then returned home to find a box in my room, his messages, the hand, every darn thing.

    Not once did I meet Alex¡¯s gaze. The shame and the fear of being judged especially as I expressed my disappointment to him ghosting me was too much for me to bear.

    When I finished talking, Alex sighed and then ruffled her hands through her hair.

    ¡°So, if I understand correctly, the man from the club has been stalking you. He sent you weird-ass gifts, fucked you, then ghosted you?¡± she asked, and I nodded.

    ¡°Well damn. I don¡¯t know about you, but I need something strong to help me process all this,¡±

    My eyes followed Alex as she walked to her bar, and took out a bottle of scotch as well as two sses.

    My phone vibrated making the hairs on my body stand on ends.

    It¡¯s him. I know it¡¯s him.

    With butterflies doing summersaults in my stomach, I picked up my phone.

    ¡®Missed me, little flower? Have Alex pour a ss for me too¡¯

    ¡ª¡ª¨C

 Mine

    Reed

    I hated every second away from her. I hated that thest time I saw her, she was seconds away froming in my fingers. I wanted to do more than just fuck her with my hands.

    I wanted to grab her hair, shove my dick into her mouth, fuck her throat until she was gagging and her eyes bes watery from my cock. Then, I wanted her on all fours where I¡¯ll fuck her mercilessly while marking her as mine. Show her just how extreme I can get with punishing her.

    Refraining from doing all that proved more difficult than hunting the most wanted criminal. Even more difficult, was getting my dick back asleep, but with her moans and the look in her eyes as she begged me to let here was forever engraved in my mind.

    Sadly, I had a little business to take care of out of town. Being the most sorted out Bounty Hunter, people of all work sort out my skills to either track down someone for them, or exact revenge on their behalf. The underground bosses pay me a fortune to track down their enemies, and I made it my life mission to exact revenge on behalf of those who had suffered in the hands of the powerful. I didn¡¯t charge them for that. I loved killing, so it was a win-win situation for me.

    My prey this time around, was a sick bastard the fucked up government put in ce to look after kids. The perverted asshole was a paedophile who can¡¯t help but shove his dick in the assess of girls and boys alike. So, I gave him a taste of his own medicine.

    I shoved a pipe in his asshole, sticking it so deep that it almost came out through his mouth. And when I was done with that, I had him on all fours, his hands chained to his legs, preventing him from escaping. I proceeded toe up with a domino effect. I shoved a gun in his ass, then tied the trigger with a thread. Any movement he makes will simultaneously end his life.

    All those kids he hurt, I couldn¡¯t bring back their innocence, but I could at least bring themfort knowing he¡¯d never hurt them again.

    And while my time away was, well, colourful, I¡¯d missed my little flower and I couldn¡¯t wait to get back to her. I¡¯d been up to date with her every movement thanks to the tracker I imnted in her phone. Of course, my little flower didn¡¯t know about that. I also had someone watching her every move at the club, looking out for anyone who dare touch her.

    As soon as I got back to town, I followed her. I parked my car outside Alex¡¯s house. I waited patiently in the car for Hermine to run a background check on Alex, and when she came back clean, I rxed. She seemed nice. I¡¯d hate to kill her.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org.

    I got out of my car and made my way towards Alex¡¯s house just in time for me to hear her giving directions to my little flower about the guest bedroom. I did the same and I couldn¡¯t be more thankful that Alex lived in a bungalow.

    I stood by the window and watched as my little flower stripped, my cock instantly bing rock hard. The marks from the picks of the scissors from that night were gradually healing, though, the sight of it had my cock begging to be set free.

    ¡°Dammit!¡± I cursed.

    I quickly unzipped my pants, my cock shooting upright. I sighed in relief, before quickly spitting in my palms and began stroking my cock, imagining I have one hand in her hair that was shoving her mouth on my cock.

    I picture my little flower in the shower and the water dripping down on her naked body. She looks up at me through hershes and struggled to keep her eyes open as I shove my cock further into her mouth and the water dripping directly on her face.

    ¡°Fuck!¡± I closed my eyes and picked up the pace with my hand. Her pretty Hazel eyes look up at me while her parted lips just beg to be fucked.

    ¡°Open up wide for my cock, little flower,¡± I pant, my hips bucking as I struggled to keep my legs from giving up. I leaned against the wall for more stability.

    I wrap my hands into her wet, dark hair and slide my cock inside her hot, wet mouth and begin to fuck it.

    ¡°Zinnia.¡± I moan, my hand picking up the pace as I imagine her pretty Hazel getting watery while I fuck that pretty face. My balls tighten, and my breath quickens seconds before Ie in my hand.

    ¡°Fuck!¡± I hiss, reaching up, I removed a handkerchief from the pocket of my trouser and wiped my hands. I leaned back against the wall and took a deep breath. I hear fidgeting meaning my little flower was now out of the bathroom.

    ¡°Soon.¡± I won¡¯t have to use my hand or imagination. I¡¯ll have her mouth, pussy, and ass to use. She will be fucking mine.

    Once my little flower was dressed and walked out of the bathroom, I made my back to the window of the living room. Zinnia sits on the couch next to Alex. The expression on her face as I saw Alex¡¯s lips begin to move made my heart ache.

    I made a mental note to myself to imnt a microphone in Alex¡¯s house. For future purposes.

    Soon, Zinnia begins to speak. Her lips moved, but she stared into the space. Soon, Alex rose from the couch and walked away from my little flower.

    I pulled out my phone and sent her a quick message. Her face seemed to brighten up a little bit as she reached for her phone, and that made me smile.

    Relieved to know that my little flower missed me, I rushed back to my car. Giving onest look at Alex¡¯s house, I turned on the ignition of my car.

    ¡°You will be mine, little flower. I will fucking own you¡±

    ¡ª¡ª¡ª

 Kidnapped

    Zinnia

    The silence isn¡¯t quiet.

    Every second that passed was spent listening to the ticking of the clock against the wall, Alex¡¯s loud, yet steady breathing as she pondered on what to say, and of course, my thudding heart that seemed to beat incessantly both at the message I¡¯d just received and in anticipation to her response.

    Finally, she let out a huge sigh and her light brown eyes met mine, giving me a worrisome stare.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org.

    ¡°Zinnia, I think you should go to the police,¡± she finally said, and right when I was about to contradict her, she added.

    ¡°I know he threatened you with¡­. with¡­.¡± Alex stuttered, unable to voice out what she wanted to say without her words shooting right into my heart.

    ¡°Look, I know he threatened you, but this man is dangerous. He could be a murderer for all we know. Hell, he could be wanted right now,¡±

    I took in her words. Alex was right. I had to go to the police. It doesn¡¯t matter how his breath against my skin made me feel, or how his touch burned deliciously against my skin, birthing illicit thoughts. He¡¯s a fucking psychopath and needs to be locked away.

    ¡°You¡¯re right, Alex. I¡¯m not sure why I got so worked up when I could just go to the police and file a formalint,¡±

    Alex nodded to my statement. ¡°If you want, I could tag alone. Perhaps, you¡¯d feel more safe?¡± She tilted her head quizzically at this.

    ¡°Thanks, but no, thanks. I¡¯m sure it will be fine. What¡¯s the worst that can happen anyways, right?¡± I asked, forcing a smile on my face.

    Alex responded simply with a strained smile. Like me, she knew something worse could happen, yet, she maintained her silence as I did.

    As Alex scrolled through Netflix, searching for a movie to watch, I wondered if I should tell her about the message I¡¯d just received. I decided against it. Instead, I picked up my phone and screenshotted his message, in case they disappeared like the previous ones.

    *******

    I woke up the following morning to rays of sunlight reflecting into the bedroom. Squinting my eyes, I opened them slowly, to get used to the brightness. I picked up my phone from the bedside cupboard, noticing that it was a little over nine. I dangled to the end of the bed.

    I grabbed my backpack and stuffed my belongings inside, then walked out of the bedroom.

    The door to Alex¡¯s room was slightly ajar. I noticed she was still fast asleep and decided against waking her up. Now in the kitchen area, I grabbed the post-it note and quickly scribbled down a message, and soon, I was walking out of Alex¡¯s house.

    I¡¯d never been to this side of town, so as I through the well-paved road, I held tightly to my backpack, feeling a little insecure about my appearance.

    Cars were parked outside every house. Kids ying in their green and well-trimmed garden. I stared enviously at a little girl clinging to her mom, and the woman, probably in her mid-thirties, seemed okay with it.

    Something in my heart dropped. Would my life be different if I¡¯d grown up with loving parents? Certainly. If only my mom had loved me more than she did with whatever substance she injected into her body, then yes, I believe my life would have been better.

    I forced my gaze away from the scene before me and tugged my bag tighter, fasting my pace, hoping to get out of this fancy neighbourhood as soon as possible.

    I stood at an interception, wondering what bend to take. I wasn¡¯t paying attention when Alex drove us home, and now, I couldn¡¯t decipher what bend to take.

    Luckily, a cab came to a halt at the interception, probably because the light had turned red, I wasn¡¯t sure. But I didn¡¯t care. I hurriedly got into the cab and put on my seat belt.

    ¡°6780, Sunday Avenue please,¡± I murmured. I only heard a hum from the driver before the cab began to move.

    Once again, I rested my head against the window frame, taking in the beautiful houses, until my eyes began to feel heavy.

    I med it on the fact that Alex and I stayed up until the early hours of the morning, and then I was awake by ten.

    With every passing second, I fought to keep my eyes open, but that proved to be difficult. Finally, I gave in, with hopes that the driver would wake me up once we¡¯d gotten to my destination.

    ******

    When Izily opened my eyes, I was on a bed. I tried stretching out my body and taking in the alien environment, then I heard the dangles of shackles. I raised my left hand and noticed it was tied to the bedpost. I did the same with my right and my feet, and it was the same.

    I was naked and immediately, goosebumps spread over my body.

    ¡°Hello?¡± I called out, panic filling my voice. ¡°Hello?¡± No response.

    I shook my hair, praying that the shackles woulde loose. My attempt was quiteughable, and that made me want to cry.

    How had I gotten here? Thest thing I remember was getting into the cab at the interception and battling with my eyelids.

    ¡°Is anyone here?¡± I called out again, this time, my voice broke as tears pooled up in my eyes.

    This surely had to be the driver¡¯s doing. Was he even a driver at all? What did he want with me?

    ¡°Hello, why are you doing this?¡± I called out again after a while of silence. I continued struggling to free myself, but all my efforts seemed debatable.

    In my struggles, I noticed my bag in the corner of the room, and that was the only courage I needed to keep on fighting to free myself, in hopes that once I did, I¡¯d reach for my bag first and call for help.

    Then, a silhouette appeared and rested its body against the door frame. From the built-up muscles, scattered hair and pants, I knew it was a man. He seems to be smoking. I felt his intense gaze on me.

    After what seemed to be an eternity, he walked towards me, and in the mediocre lighting in the room, I was able to make out who it was.

    My heart dropped my to stomach, adrenaline pumping through my ears.

    ¡°It¡¯s you,¡± I murmured, suddenly hating the way relief flooded through my body.

    ¡°Yes, little flower. It¡¯s me,¡±

    ¡ª¡ª

 Drugged

    Zinnia

    My stalker trails his index finger from my leg, up my thighs, brushing momentarily at my centre and up to my breast. He grabbed my left boobs and squeezed it hard, then pinched my nipples, letting it go with a p.

    His touch left crackles of fire in my skin which ignited as soon as he grabbed my neck and squeezed it hard.

    The fact that I enjoyed how he rough handled made me question my Sanity. The fact that I moaned at his every touch, made me ashamed, yet, I couldn¡¯t stop the rain that was gradually pulling in between my legs.

    Every thought I had about escaping was down the drain. Now, the only thing I could think of, was if he would leave me wanting like he did thest time.

    ¡°Look at you, my little flower. Look at how you squirm at my every touch. You love this, don¡¯t you? Then why the fuck do you want to file a formalint at the precinct?¡± He growled, straddling me.

    Fuck! How did he know I had ns of going to the station? I opened my mouth to speak, but he spat inside of it, and the next thing I knew, his hand made contact with my cheeks, pain and desire coursing throughout my body.

    I should be scared, fucking hell, not getting more aroused with every passing second.

    What in the actual fuck is wrong with me?

    ¡°Please,¡± I murmured. I wasn¡¯t sure what I was begging for. Perhaps for him to release me? Or for him to hit me again, because for some sick reason, the pain he inflicts on me makes me weter.

    He smirked. ¡°You greedy little slut, you like being at my mercy? It turns you one, doesn¡¯t it?¡±

    I wanted to say no, but words failed me. Then  I relied on my head but that motherfucker betrayed me by nodding.

    He got off me and the bed, then walked over to a cupboard I¡¯d just noticed and picked up a key, and he walked back to me.

    Realisation dawned on me, and it was reced with temporal sadness, thinking he was finally letting me go.

    But he only released my feet and positioned himself between my legs. He grabbed me from the waist, making sure my legs were on either side of his shoulder.

    ¡°Look at how wet you are for me, my dirty little slut. I¡¯m going to eat you now, my little flower,¡± his eyes made contact with mine as he spoke, and then he proceeded to lick his lips before burying himself at my centre.

    I moaned out, louder than I even thought possible. My legs trembled and I wanted nothing more than to grab his thick jet ck hair, but the shackles on my hands made it impossible.

    A violent spasm of orgasm builds in the pit of my stomach as my stalker flicked his tongue over my clit, before sliding his tongue over my slit and down to my entrance, scooping all of my juices.

    Just as I was about to sshamelessly cum on his face, he stopped, making me frown.

    A wicked and devilish smile spread on his face as he walked back to the small table.

    ¡°What are you doing? Why did you stop?¡± I questioned my stalker without an iota of shame. He rested his body against the table and put one foot over the other.

    ¡°Why should I make you cum? You don¡¯t deserve it,¡± he murmured, and even in the darkness of the room, I knew there was a sinister smile on his face.

    ¡°So what, are you going to leave me like you did thest time?¡±

    This time, he approached me. ¡°I should.¡± He replied as he dipped in the spot next to me.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org.

    Seeing as my legs were now free, I could always kick him, but I feared that would only vex him, and God only knows what he¡¯s capable of.

    ¡°But I won¡¯t. Or should I?¡± He tilted his head quizzically, as though stuck between making a life-threatening decision. What he didn¡¯t know was, that my situation was threatening. Not my life, no. But my Sanity.

    ¡°Why are you doing this? Why do you stalk me? Why do you torture me?¡± I hated how my voice betrayed me.

    ¡°Because my little flower, I get off your fear. The look of terror on your face when you read my message, or when you received my gifts made my cock hardened. I want to ruin every little part of your my little flower. I will peel off everyyer of your skin and rece it with mine.¡±

    My heart threatened to explode as I listened to him. This man was more crazy than I expected, and right now, I was his captive. I should scream for help. It would be futile, but it would prove to him that I didn¡¯t want to be here.

    But I opened my mouth, and nothing came out. If anything, I got more aroused by his threat. My body shivered in utter pleasure, imagining all his wordse to life.

    I swallowed a gulp.

    No. This isn¡¯t right. I shouldn¡¯t be feeling this way. This is all sorts of fucked up and I shouldn¡¯t be reeling into it.

    I closed my eyes and swallowed back saliva.

    ¡°Please, I beg of you. Just let me go,¡± I pleaded.

    A frown appeared on my stalker¡¯s face as I voiced out those words. He rose to his feet with a jolt, angrily kicking at the small cupboard where he rested his weight a few minutes ago.

    I gasped in fear, watching as he paced back and forth. Then, in long strides, he was next to me again, this time, merely inches away from my face.

    Tears pooled up in my eyes. He grabbed my chin with force, forcing my gaze on him. I tried to look away, but I couldn¡¯t. Not from his hand forcefully grabbing my face, but because I was lost in his cold violet stare.

    ¡°I will make you mine, Zinnia. Mark my words,¡±

    Those were the final words I heard my stalker murmur before a cloth was ced over my nose and my eyelids gradually closed.

    ¡ª¡ª¡ª

 A friend

    Zinnia

    I woke up with a splitting headache, and it didn¡¯t help with the sun rays reflecting directly into the room and hitting my face. I squinted my face, stretching out my body and gradually opened my eyes to adjust to the sunlight.

    With a groan, I ruffled my left hand through my hair, whilst my right hand reached out to grab my phone from the bedside cupboard. I knocked something down that made me sit up with a frown.

    ¡°What in the-¡± I murmured at the pill on my bedside cupboard. My eyes dart to the note next to the pill. I adjusted myself on the bed and pulled the covers over my body before reading the note.

    ¡®You¡¯re awake. You must be having a headache. Drink this¡¯

    Suddenly, memories of the previous day came floating back to my mind like a bottle on the shore, and that only increased the pounding in my head.

    I remember leaving Alex¡¯s house, walking up to the intersection, getting into a car and the next time I opened my eyes, I was tied up in a room, face to face with my stalker. He teased me, only to leave me high and wanting, and then I passed out again.

    The only logical reason would be that he drugged me. He must have followed me to Alex¡¯s house and lurked around until I left.

    However, I willingly got into his car.

    The fact that he drugged and abducted me should make me scared for my life. I still didn¡¯t know what he was capable of. Somehow, part of me wanted to know if it meant having to feel his touch on me once again. The grin on his face, the smugness in his voice and his touch on my skin were imprinted on my mind.

    ¡®Oh, Zinnia! You¡¯re fucked!¡¯ I groaned internally.

    Sighing, I quickly popped the pill into my mouth, ignoring the bottle of water on the ground and walked into my living room.

    I gasped at the figure rummaging through my empty fridge. It wasn¡¯t my stalker, I would recognise his silhouette even if I just woke up from sleep.

    More so, the figure looked too feminine. Regardless, crazy women are roaming the streets. It doesn¡¯t hurt to be cautious.

    I swallowed a gulp and gradually picked up the bat I kept behind my bedroom door and tiptoed towards the figure. Just as I raised my bat aiming for their head, I came face-to-face with Alex who screamed and dropped whatever she¡¯d taken out from the fridge, making me scream too.

    ¡°Alex? What are you doing here?¡± I inquired, graduallying down with the bat.

    ¡°Jesus, Zinnia! You scared the fuck out of me. And what do you mean what am I doing here? You asked me toe over remember?¡± Alex replied with a frown on her face, stooping to pick up the apple that had fallen. She walked past me to the sink.

    ¡°I did?¡± I furrowed my brows, following behind her as she walked over to my tattered couch. Alex plunged into the couch with ease, unburdened by its state.

    ¡°Yes, you did. I read your note. I thought of calling but I remembered I don¡¯t have your number, and I hoped we¡¯d meet at work. But you sent me a message telling me you weren¡¯t feeling too good and asked if I coulde over¡± Alex exined and the more I listened to her, the more I got confused.

    ¡°Why do you look surprised?¡± Alex tilted her head and gazed up at me, taking a huge bite of the apple.Content (C) N?v/elDra/ma.Org.

    ¡°It¡¯s just¡­ It¡¯s just I can¡¯t remember sending you a message,¡± It was true. I remembered the events of yesterday and I know for a fact I didn¡¯t send Alex any message. Unless¡­

    ¡°Obviously. You were passed out when I came. With all the fuss I caused, I wondered how that didn¡¯t wake you up. By the way, do you always leave a spare key under your mat? That¡¯s the least safe ce to keep it. Anyone would¡¯ve guessed it.¡± Alex bbed on while I tried to make sense of whatever she was saying.

    My stalker must have sent Alex that message, that was the most logical reason I coulde up with. That, or maybe I¡¯d begun sleepwalking. But why? Why would he ask Alex toe over?

    If he sent that message to Alex, that would mean he foundpromising pictures of me.

    Dammit! I excused myself and walked into my room to grab my phone. I first checked my messages. He¡¯d erased everything. I checked the recycle bin and realised he¡¯d done the same.

    I sighed and checked my gallery. There was not a single picture of me. He¡¯d deleted my entire album and made sure to leave only aesthetic pictures I downloaded from Pinterest of what my dream house would look like. The fact that he deleted the pictures kind of set me at ease.

    I threw my phone on the bed and ruffled through my hair, uncertain of what to do.

    ¡°Zinnia? You good in there?¡± I heard Alex call out.

    ¡°Uh, yeah.¡±

    ¡°Well then, get your ass out here. We¡¯re spending the entire day together and then we have to go to work. Anthony would eat my ear off if I don¡¯t check in today.¡±

    I didn¡¯t reply to Alex¡¯s statement and rather walked into my bathroom to freshen up. Once done, I curled my dark brown hair to give it more volume. I had no ns of fixing my hair or putting in any makeup before leaving for work.

    I stared at my reflection in the mirror, Hazel eyes staring at me. From what little I could remember about my childhood, people always told me I looked like my mom. But now that I stood in front of the mirror, something I seldom do, I couldn¡¯t see that resemnce. Maybe those people said that topliment my mom as she was their supplier.

    Taking onest look into the mirror, I sighed and walked back into the living room. Alex was curled up on the couch, dipping her hands in a bag of chips. I frowned and she gazed up at me.

    ¡°Oh, don¡¯t worry. These aren¡¯t from your pantry. Well, now it is. When I came over, your fridge was empty and nothing to snack on in your pantry, so I rushed to the supermarket to get some groceries,¡± Alex answered the question that was roaming through my thoughts.

    ¡°Oh, uh, thank you. How much did you spend so I can refund you,¡± I was thankful to Alex for stocking my fridge and pantry, but I hated that she didn¡¯t ask me first. The money I had left had been budgeted and now I was about to use it for something else.

    ¡°Nonsense. Zinnia, this is what friends do. Now,e here you big baby. I can tell you need cuddles,¡±

    A friend. She considered me a friend. I¡¯ve never had that.

    As I lowered myself into Alex¡¯s arms, I could feel the walls I¡¯d built over the years slowly crumble.

    ¡ª¡ª¡ª-

 A close watch

    Reed

    Alex is a great friend. That¡¯s all I can say.

    Watching both girls interact on my screen set me at ease. I¡¯d watched my little flower well enough to know that she was a loner. She had no friends and barely did anything for fun.

    Her daily routine was quite easy to memorise. She¡¯d wake up just in time to get ready for work. Sometimes, she¡¯d walked to work, if she left home early enough. Other times, she¡¯d holler for a cab. By seven, she¡¯s checking in to work, only to leave at three, sometimes four.

    I would know the exact time because I¡¯d been watching her closely, right before I even decided to show myself to her. I¡¯d follow her to make sure she got home safely and wouldn¡¯t leave until she was tucked in.

    My little flower would flip the earth over if she knew just how close I¡¯ve been watching her. There¡¯s a camera in every corner of her house. I had her phone chipped, not with any kind of device. I was able to hear her conversations, so long as she had her phone on her. And at the club, it was impossible to install any cameras there without fucking Anthony getting in my way. So, I hacked into the camera. Anything to keep a close watch on my little flower.

    Now that Iid eyes on her, I knew she was in danger. My line of work is dangerous and I¡¯d hate for anyone to harm her. I was born on this Godforsaken earth to hurt and heal her.

    My little flower was yet to know my name. She was yet to see my entire face, and for now, I wanted it to stay like that, not until I¡¯d imed and marked her a mine. So, once she sees my face and all the scars that remind me of my childhood and my line of work, she won¡¯t run.

    Fuck that! It doesn¡¯t matter where she runs to. She¡¯s mine, and I would chase her to the ends of the earth.

    I leaned back on the recliner seat and zoomed in on the Camera to my little flower. I carefully studied her facial features.N?velDrama.Org: owner of this content.

    It didn¡¯t take a genius to know she was happier. Well, the smile on her face as sheughed at what Alex said made it obvious, but after following Zinnia, I¡¯vee to learn that it didn¡¯t matter if she smiled, her eyes are always empty.

    I could see her genuine self. The one she¡¯s tucked away for whatever reason. Little by little, I will uncover whatever secrets she holds, and erase them, so I am the only thing that runs through her mind at every second of the day.

    My cock throbbed in my jeans as my little flower stuck out her tongue and licked her bottom lip. I wanted nothing more than to spill my seed on those plump lips of hers and watch her lick it off with her tongue.

    ¡°Fuck!¡± I groaned and raised my butt just enough to unzip and lower my trousers. Just then, the door to my office opened and Hermine walked in.

    ¡°Oh fuck it, Reed! At least make sure the door is locked!¡± Hermine¡¯s voice resonated through my ears. I hurriedly pulled up my pants, ignoring how my cock hurt to be back in without a release.

    ¡°How about you start knocking for a start?¡± I fired back, minimising the video of my little flower.

    ¡°Of course, stalking Your little flower,¡± Hermine¡¯s emphasis on my pet name for Zinnia made me roll my eyes. I sighed out in exasperation

    ¡°Is it titition?¡± Hermine asks, walking further into the office as though she hadn¡¯t just caught me about to jerk off.

    ¡°What do you want, Hermine?¡±

    She gave me her signature creepy smile, then spoke up. ¡°Someone who works for Mad Hunt reached out. He wants us to take out someone for him,¡±

    Mad Hunt was the leader of a powerful arms and drug cartel, known for his connection with people in high ces. The police have never been able to hold a single evidence of his connection to drugs and arms.

    ¡°Are you sure? Why would he need us? He has someone who gets rid of his ¡®issues¡¯ yeah?¡±

    ¡°Yeah. Apparently, his people have tried and failed. It¡¯s one of his men who reached out. He doesn¡¯t want his boss to know about it. But he also cannot afford to fail. Mad would have his head for dinner,¡± Hermine exined and I hummed.

    I rose to my feet and paced around my office, pondering on our potential task. I had a bad intuition about this. Something didn¡¯t make sense.

    ¡°Who are we talking about?¡± I asked.

    ¡°Roman Slovov.¡±

    ¡°Drop it,¡± I uttered.

    ¡°But..¡±

    ¡°I don¡¯t have a good feeling about this. If Mad Hunt needed my services, he would contact me, and even then, I would decline¡±

    ¡°It is not Mad Hunt who needs your services, but one of his men,¡±

    Hermine defended, still, my mind was made up.

    Roman Slovov is Mad Hunt¡¯s biggest nemesis in the world of arms trafficking. As a Bounty Hunter, I make a lot of enemies. Some came naturally with the job, but that doesn¡¯t mean I would willingly get caught in a mafia fight. I had other things to tend to, like getting rid of predators and keeping a very close watch on my little flower. Which reminds me¡­

    I went to look at my watch but Hermine spoke up again. ¡°He¡¯s paying ten million.¡± She convinced as though that was supposed to make me change my mind.

    ¡°With fifty million, I still wouldn¡¯t do it. What happens after I get rid of Roman and the Russianse after me for taking out one of their own? I can protect myself, but that doesn¡¯t mean I want to spend the rest of my life protecting myself from angry Russians. Drop the case, Hermine.¡±

    Normally, I wouldn¡¯t exin my decisions to my subordinates. I expected them to listen and take action, but for some reason, I felt the need to borate. Hermine nodded and left my office.

    I plunged back into the recliner and opened the video of my little flower.

    She was no more. I checked my watch. Pass eight.

    Time to pay her a visit at the club.

    ¡ª¡ª¡ª-

 Stabbed

    Reed

    Unlike the other days, I wasn¡¯t sitting at my usual spot in the club. That would have been too easy for my little flower to spot me. Another thing, I wasn¡¯t dressed in my signature colour, and no face cap to cover my face.

    I wore a white T-shirt and ck jeans split at the knee level, then three a ck and white id shirt over it. It was not my style, but I was trying to break out of my routine.

    I¡¯ve been sitting in the club for over an hour now and my little flower was yet to notice me. Every now and then, I¡¯d catch her staring at the corner of the room, hoping to see me.

    I had another waiter that wasn¡¯t Alex or my little flower tend to me. I was halfway into my second ss of whiskey when I caught sight of an asshole grabbing Zinnia¡¯s butt.

    Rage spread through my body, my vision getting cloudy as I thought of several ways to end his life. I squeezed my hand so tight that the ss broke, pinching my skin and crimson spilled.

    Alex came to her aid, but the man was built and what could two girls do against a man built as a hunk? When he pushed Alex off him making hernd on her butt and began to lead my little flower towards the back door, I decided it was time to intervene.

    I took long strides and soon, the cold night air was pping my face.

    ¡°Get your hands off me, you jackass,¡± Zinnia yelled and the man pped her before tightening his hold on her.

    ¡°I suggest you do as she says,¡± I spoke calmly. Whilst the man turned to look at me, Zinnia took off, I assumed back into the club.

    ¡°Who are you again,? The man asked and I resisted the urge to smile.

    ¡°Someone who¡¯s about to teach you not to touch what does not belong to you,¡± I began to approach him.

    ¡°What? That bitch? She¡¯s for everyone,¡± the guy murmured and it took every goddam cell in my body not to split his throat this instant.

    I quickly fished out my phone and sent a quick message to Hermine, before focusing my attention back to the man before me.

    I took out the spare knife I had tucked inside my socks. The man¡¯s eyes widen at the sight of this.

    ¡°Hey man, rx. No need to fight over that slut. I¡¯m down for a threesome if you¡¯re interested.¡±

    Ignoring the cuts from earlier, I squeezed the knife in the palm of my hair in a bid to calm the rage boiling inside of me. No one talks about my little flower like this man just did and walks away unscathed.

    I continued walking towards him, and the moment he lost focus, my knife pierced into his chest, just above his heart. He screamed out in pain and I put my hand over his mouth.

    ¡°That woman you just called a slut is mine. You¡¯ll regret calling her that,¡± I leaned in and whispered in his ear. I rose to my feet at the sound of tyres screeching. Hermine and another one of my employees walked towards me.

    ¡°Take him away,¡± I murmured, walking back into the club. I walked in just in time to see Alex lead Zinnia to what I assume is the bathroom. I followed, blood dripping from my hand.

    I pushed the door open and sighed in relief when I noticed the bathroom was empty, with only Alex and Zinnia. They turned and looked at me.

    ¡°Get out, this is thedy¡¯s restroom!¡± Alex yelled, pointing at the door. I couldn¡¯t help the smirk that appeared on my lips as the realisation of who I was dawned on my little flower.

    ¡°I¡¯ll handle it, Alex. His harmless,¡± my little flower spoke, earning a frown from Alex. She was about to counteract but dropped it and then stormed past me and out of the bathroom.

    ¡°I¡¯m harmless?¡± I questioned with a smirk as I began to approach my little flower.Property belongs to N?vel(D)r/ama.Org.

    ¡°What do you want?¡± She began to back away from me, but she was rtively smallerpared to me, her strides even shorter. I quickly closed the gap between us and scooped her with the hand that wasn¡¯t bleeding.

    ¡°What do I want? I want you my little flower. Seeing you helpless back there made my cock concrete hard,¡± I whispered, barely inches away from my ear. As I pulled back, I watched the hairs on her body stand on ends.

    ¡°You¡¯re a psychopath. Who gets turned on by someone¡¯s fear?¡±

    ¡°Me, my little flower. But not just anyone. Just you,¡± I closed the gap between us by crashing my lips against hers. She sighed and visibly rxed, melting into my skin.

    I bite her bottom lip hard and I taste her blood. Fuck! She tastes divine, it¡¯s ying with my senses.

    My little flower moaned. I seized the opportunity and invaded her mouth with my tongue, memorising every angle of her mouth. I groaned when I felt her start to pull away.

    I used my free hand and lifted her, cing her on the b and making it impossible for her to run.

    I shed my lips against hers. She moaned instantly. I ced the knife on the b so I could use my free hand to grab her neck.

    ¡°Oh my God, you¡¯re bleeding,¡± Zinnia murmured, worry settling on her beautiful face.

    ¡°I know,¡± I make my way to her neck. I sunk my teeth inside and she screamed, and then I sucked away the pain, making my way to her ear where I nibbled on her earlobe.

    ¡°You need first aid kit,¡± her voice and body shivered as she spoke.

    ¡°Oh, my little flower, that should be the least of your concerns¡± I pulled back so my face was inches away from hers.

    Fear pooled in the corner of her green eyes, and just when I thought I couldn¡¯t get more aroused, I was proved wrong.

    I was so mesmerized by her plump lips and was about to lean in for another taste of heaven that I didn¡¯t realise my little flower had gotten a hold of the knife.

    Pain coursed through my upper arm as a result of the knife piercing through my skin. I groaned and stepped back. My little flower seized the opportunity to free herself, but before she could make it to the door, I caught up with her, pulling her by the hair, grabbing her neck and pinning her against the door.

    ¡ª¡ª¨C

 Call me Reed, baby

    Zinnia

    Stabbing him and attempting to run was a bad idea. Somehow, my stupid self keeps forgetting how dangerous this man is, and I am nothingpared to him. I mean, did I really think I could get away from him when he¡¯s made it clear that I belong to him?

    ck dots cloud my vision as my stalker tightened his hold on my neck whilst lifting me. I kick my feet in the air, both my hands grabbing his in a bit to free myself, that, to no avail.

    ¡°That¡¯s twice now my little flower. Remember what happened thest time you tried to stab me with scissors,¡± his tone was condescending while I struggled not to pass out.

    Just when I was about to give into oblivion, he released me, but my feet only touched the ground for so long before he flipped me, pressing my breast against the door.

    ¡°Please, I¡¯m sorry,¡± I begged. My stalker pressed his body against mine, the sting of his erection budging against my butt.

    His skilled hands undid my jeans. My body shuddered when his left hand grazed my lower stomach, making its way to my neck. His other hand, the blood hand, slipped past my underwear and into my drenched folds.

    ¡°You look being strangled, my little flower? Breath y turns you on?¡± He teased, coating my juices with his bloody fingers. Lying was useless when the evidence was clear. I wasn¡¯t just aroused from the raw kiss we shared earlier, but from him choking me, and that only showed how fucked up I am. The way my body reacted to whatever this man did was outrageous. It makes no sense to me.

    He spun me around so now my back was pressed to the wall.Property belongs to N?vel(D)r/ama.Org.

    ¡°Open that pretty mouth of yours, my little flower,¡± I shook my head. My stalker grabs my chin, forcing my mouth open. He spat in it before sticking his middle and index finger into my mouth, making me clean off my arousal that was now mixed with his blood.

    His eyes darkened. Something in me sparked. I maintained eye contact, licking off everyst bit of my wetness on his fingers, then sticking out my tongue to y with the tip of his fingers.

    ¡°Fuck, you¡¯re killing me, Zinnia.¡± My stalker murmured. He sealed my lips with his again. I moaned out loud.

    The door banging had my stalker reluctantly pulling away from me. He groaned in frustration, the look of lust in his eyes now reced with something dangerous, a promise to harm whoever just interrupted us. For some reason, I wasn¡¯t scared. I was disappointed because once again, he got me all worked up without any release.

    ¡°Now, don¡¯t be sad my little flower. I will make you cum, just not now.¡± He murmured as he helped me put on my jeans. The disappointment I felt was reced with shame as he dressed me up.

    Once he was done, he led me to the sink. He turned on the faucet and helped me wash my hands.

    Now that my vision wasn¡¯t clouded with his rough hands burning every part of my skin at his touch, I was tempted to ask what happened to the man who grobbed me even though I knew the answer.

    ¡°What did you do to him? The man who grabbed me¡± I asked, watching him from the mirror as he washed my hands. It wasn¡¯t until my hands were dried that he responded.

    ¡°Nothing yet. You get off work at three a. m. today. A cab shall be waiting for you once you clock out. There shall be a gift waiting for you on your bed. Don¡¯t touch it. Wait for my text.¡± It was an order and desire spiralled through my body as I let his words settle in. He washed his hands, grabbed the knife from the b and began to head for the door.

    He opened the door and I spoke up. ¡°What¡¯s your name?¡± I asked and he looked at me over his shoulders.

    ¡°I mean, you know my name and I don¡¯t know yours, so it¡¯s only fair that I¡­. you know,¡± wow, real smart Zinnia. After everything he just said, the only thing you care about is his name.

    ¡°Reed. Call me Reed, baby.¡± He opened the door. He whispered something to a girl who stood on the other end of the door before he disappeared from my sight.

    She walked in, an angry look on her face but she dared not speak to me.

    Taking onest look in the mirror, I exit the bathroom.

    I¡¯ve never been more grateful for the music sting through the speakers. It was utter trash, but it helped take my mind off what transpired in the bathroom.

    I met Alex at the counter. After several attempts of trying to find out what happened, she finally gave up and switched to finding out if Reed was my stalker.

    I lied. And I¡¯ve never felt more ashamed of myself. Alex has been nothing but kind and understanding towards me, but I couldn¡¯t tell her that I was starting to develop mixed feelings for a man who stalked me. I can only hope she forgives me when I finally decide toe clean.

    I got back to work, checking my phone every now and then for the time. Today, there was another reason why I was in a haste to return to my apartment. My stalker said he has a gift waiting for me at home, and I couldn¡¯t wait to see what it was.

    I realised how drastically things have changed. The days when I used to freak out at the thought of someone stalking me seem like an eternity ago. And now, that thought set me at ease. Mostly because I know who he is, what he is capable of and just how much I crave his touch.

    I grabbed my phone and checked the time again. It was time to check out. I hurriedly clocked out and bid my farewell to Alex, with a promise to call her in the morning.

    True to his words, there was a cab waiting for me outside the club.

    I got in. Butterflies swap my stomach in anticipation of what my stalker had left for me.

    ¡ª¡ª¨C

 Sex toy

    Zinnia

    I paced back and forth in my living room. I¡¯d gotten a quick peek into my bedroom and found a carton, with a red bow tie above it on my bed. Next to it, was a bouquet and it was the same flowers he used to get for me when he first started stalking me.

    I¡¯d once gotten a visual search of the flower and I was shocked when I realised the flowers had my name. Or I had it¡¯s name. It began to make sense why he always referred to me as little flower.

    His little flower.

    My phone pinged and I hurriedly aimed for it. I sighed in frustration at Alex¡¯s name hanging on my notification tab. A pang of guilt shed through me for reacting the way I did to Alex¡¯s message. I typed in a quick reply and just as I hit the send button, another message came in.

    Butterflies cocooned my body. I tapped on the message.

    Unknown: Open the box. Undress and crawl into bed.

    I frowned at the message. I hesitated for a while, but quickly did as requested when another message came in.

    Sending my hands over my head, I pulled over my shirt, leaving me in my sports bra. I pull my jeans down my legs and threw it on the side. Then I opened the box.

    A long and fat brown sex toy was carefullyid out in the box, with white feathers protecting it. My hands trembled as I grabbed a hold of it, my mouth watering at its length and at the huge veins popping on it. I measured it against my arm and gasped. It was way too big and I wondered if it will fit inside of me.

    My phone pinged again and I picked it up.

    Unknown: Chop! Chop! Chop! My little flower.

    My entire body trembled in anticipation as I removed the flowers from the bed and disposed of the box. My sports bra and thong came off. I crawled into bed, waiting for more instructions from my stalker.

    My phone pinged again

    Unknown: Good girl. Now, close your eyes and spread your legs for me.

    Although his orders confused me, I put my phone asides and did as told. A gush of wind wafted into my room and I shivered. The hairs on my body stood on ends, but not from the cold, but from the smell of my stalker engulfing my nostrils.

    Has he been here all along? Or perhaps lurking around, waiting until I¡¯d obeyed to his instructions before revealing himself?

    My eyelids shook and I forced it shot, refusing to meet his gaze as I refused to find out what will happen should I disobey him.

    The room is quiet, only with the swooshing of the early morning breeze. I knew I wasn¡¯t alone, but I couldn¡¯t help but wonder what my stalker was up to.

    I gasp when I feel his rough, yet cold fingers are my core, ying with my clit. My body jolted, my legs trembled.

    ¡°Your body responds to my touch like it was made for me,¡± he murmured. As his words made my heart pound in my chest, I realised I must have closed my legs unconsciously because he forced them apart and pped my inside thighs.

    I moaned from the pain that mixed with utter bliss, resulting in my heightening arousal.

    ¡°Spread your fucking legs,¡± he growled. I whimper as I do it.

    Disappointment shot through my body when he retreated his fingers from my core.

    I heard him speak again.

    ¡°Good girl. Now I want you to touch yourself. Show me how a greedy little cum slut ys with her messy pussy.¡± It¡¯s embarrassing how quickly my hand shoves between my legs and burrows into my glistering core. I shudder the second my fingers find and roll over my clit, already so close.

    ¡°Good girl. Just like that. Now, put two fingers in,¡± he added. I obeyed, already feeling an aggressive orgasm build in my lower stomach.Owned by N?velDrama.Org.

    ¡°Faster,¡± he added, then I heard him growl. Was he stroking his cock?

    ¡°Stretch that greedy cunt for me. Think of my cock ramming into you,¡± I had a vivid image of his words and it almost brought me to the edge of the cliff as I stroke faster. Right now, I would willingly jump off that cliff and throw myself into the void.

    I moaned. His dick filled my mouth, or was it the sex toy? No, it tasted too delicious to be stic.

    I opened my eyes, choking and sputtering as I drool over his dick, shamelessly ying with myself as the lewd wet glucking sounds fill the room.

    My stalker was shirtless, flexing his abs. His cock pulsing as he groans. He grips my hair tight in both hands, thrusting aggressively as he takes what he wants from my mouth. I¡¯m getting even closer, my fingers a blur on my clit. And when he groans that he¡¯s going toe, I lose all control.

    I¡¯m still rubbing myself as I pull my mouth away from him, stroking him fast as I look up into his deep violet bedroom eyes with a face of pure lust.

    I don¡¯t know what came over me as I blurted out the words that I did. Perhaps, it was the orgasm building ever so aggressively in the pit of my stomach. Or maybe, the fact that I¡¯ve been denied a release from this man, my stalker, but I said it anyways, with no regrets.

    ¡°Come for me, Reed,¡± I whimper, watching the venomous purple in his eyes turn to fire.

    ¡°Come in my mouth. Come on my face¡­please.¡±

    And he did. I opened my mouth to wee his spunk and my orgasm came crashing through my body. My eyes rolled back. My entire body trembled. I keep thrusting my finger inside me, calling out my stalker¡¯s name until I rode out thest of my orgasms.

    Everything still. Slowly, I opened my eyes. My stalker¡¯s dick covering my entire cheeks.

    He smiled at me.

    ¡°Good girl.¡±

    ¡ª¨C

 Psychotic

    Zinnia

    I leaned my back against my bed frame and rested my head against my kneecap. My head was tilted to the side because, for some reason, I couldn¡¯t look forward.

    I couldn¡¯t meet the eyes of my stalker after what I¡¯d just done with him. I didn¡¯t feel an iota of shame then, but right now, I did. And I wanted nothing more than for the earth to open up and swallow me.

    I stole a quick gaze in his direction and realised his gaze had been fixated on me all this time. I didn¡¯t bother looking away and instead studied him.

    He was now wearing all ck except for the face cap. In the darkness of the room, his purple eyes glowed, however, the mark against his left eye could not be seen. His mouth carved into a thin line and he narrowed his eyes, as though studying me too.

    My thoughts drifted back to the club. The bloody knife and everything. My mouth itched to ask him what had be of the man who had trier to force himself on me.

    ¡°What did you do to him?¡± I asked. I had no business trying to find out what happened to the asshole who tried to jump on me when I already knew the answer. The smirk on his face confirmed my assumption.

    ¡°I think you already know the answer to that, my little flower,¡± he rose to his feet and made his way toward me and dipped into the spot next to me.Property belongs to N?vel(D)r/ama.Org.

    ¡°The same thing happened to those two assholes back at the club, the same happened to Officer George.¡±

    I opened my mouth in disbelief, clearly unable to stomach what he just said. It wasn¡¯t some loan sharks who killed them, it was him. And Officer George? He was innocent. How could he take away another life in cold blood and not show any sign of remorse?

    ¡°You killed an officer of thew,¡± I stated, trying to digest everything he had just said.

    ¡°You¡¯re wee, by the way. Officer George was no different from the asshole who touched you. If anything, he was worse. Did you know? He had a pretty coloured resume?¡± He spoke with amusement in his voice.

    I gasped. He¡¯s lying. True, Officer George was an asshole. But the man he¡¯s painting him out to be? I find that hard to believe.

    ¡°You¡¯re lying. You¡¯re just trying to justify your reasons for taking the life of an innocent. You¡¯re just trying to justify your psychopathic urges to kill.¡±

    ¡°I¡¯ve never had to justify my reasons for killing anyone, my little flower. It¡¯s what I do for a living. I am a hunter. I hunt for predators and make them pay for their sins. And more so, when theye after what belongs to me,¡±

    ¡°Why?¡± Despite the million questions running through my mind, that was the only sane thing I was able to murmur.

    He smirked, trailing his index finger against my chin, and then suddenly, he grabbed my neck, making me gasp. He pulled me forward so my face was barely inches away from his.

    ¡°Because my little flower, no one touches what is mine and gets away with it. And you, Zinnia Levine, My little flower, belong to me,¡±

    I forced my face away from his hands. ¡°I don¡¯t belong to you. You¡¯re crazy,¡± I murmured, getting off the bed and walking towards my closet to get something- anything- to cover me up. Somehow, I suddenly wasn¡¯tfortable being naked in front of him.

    ¡°Yes, you do.¡± He replied firmly.

    ¡°I don¡¯t. You kill people. You murder people in cold blood. Get out of my house before I call the police!¡± I yelled, getting aggravated at the fact that I couldn¡¯t find something to throw on.

    Reedughed. It was the most melodious sound I¡¯d ever heard, and although he looked carefreeughing, it didn¡¯t suit him. He seemed to be the kind of person who rarelyughed. As he began to approach me, I tensed.

    ¡°I just fucked your mouth whilst you yed with yourself, my little flower. You think I¡¯m worried over you calling the police on me?¡±

    I pressed my back against the wall. And although he wasn¡¯t touching me, having him invading my personal space made me feel cornered.

    The heat oozing from him made me feel like I¡¯d been wandering in winter for too long. My body itched to be touched by him, and he knew it. The asshole smirked and folded his arms behind his back as though telling me he had authority over me.

    And if I was being honest to myself, he did have authority over me.

    ¡°You belong to me little flower. My dick hasn¡¯t been inside you yet, but once I do, the entire world would know you¡¯re mind. There¡¯s no ce on earth you will go to without me knowing.¡± His gaze dug a hole into mine. His index finger grazes my chin. He leaned in closer, his lips brushed against mine like a feather.

    ¡°And when I fuck you, I¡¯ll make sure you can¡¯t walk for days. I will chain you to my bed, stuff your panties in your mouth and seal your mouth with a duct tape and fuck the brains out of you. I will fuck you in every corner of my house. In the living room, kitchen, bedroom, toilet and balcony. I will fuck you in every way you never thought possible and in every angle. I will make sure to leave bruises on your skin, as a reminder that you belong to me.¡±

    Every muscle in my body tensed. My heart rate was over the roof. My nipples hardened. He sealed my lips in a fierce kiss, sweeping off my senses along the way. My stalker dipped his head and took one of my pebbled nipples into his mouth. My head arched backwards, giving him more ess. I feel the arousal dropping down my thighs.

    ¡°Now, be a good girl for me and fuck yourself with the toy I bought for you. Stretch that greedy little cunt for me and think it¡¯s my cock fucking you because when I do, you¡¯ll be just as psychotic as I am,¡± he finalised, sealing my lips with a kiss.

    ¡ª¡ª¨C

 Argument with Alex

    Zinnia

    ¡°We need to talk.¡± Alex mmed the tray on the counter and yelled over the loud noise. I ignored her, busying myself with whatever I could find, so long as it allowed me to avoid the conversation I knew woulde.

    Ignoring Alex wasn¡¯t something I¡¯d willingly wanted to do. But I couldn¡¯t bring myself to talk with her. Not now anyways. Not when I couldn¡¯t be honest with her.

    Shame. Guilt and disgust were the emotions that weighed on me as I hurled myself to work after Reed left. His words constantly rang in my ears, and it didn¡¯t bloody help that he left me hot and bordered, and as soon as he was out the door, I fucked myself with the toy he bought for me. I screamed out his name as I came. I came down from my high, then fucked my mouth with the toy, reminiscing how heavenly his cock tasted in my mouth, and fingered myself. And I came again, this time, shivering.

    And as the euphoric feeling died, disgust settled in.

    ¡°Not now, Alex. I have a table to serve.¡± That was a lie, and she caught it because she rounded the counter.

    ¡°Yeah, I am not buying that.¡± Alex grabbed my arms and the next thing I knew; we were both headed to what I assume was the changing room.

    ¡°What¡¯s going on with you?¡±

    I shrugged, feigning ignorance.

    ¡°Don¡¯t give me that look. You know what I am talking about. You¡¯ve been acting weird since you left my house. I haven¡¯t said anything, but that doesn¡¯t mean I didn¡¯t notice. And after yesterday, I had to ask.¡±

    I folded my arms, trying my best to maintain a poker face.

    ¡°I still don¡¯t know what you¡¯re talking about, Alex.¡±

    ¡°That guy yesterday, is he the stalker you talked about? And don¡¯t you lie to me, Zinnia. Did you go to the police?¡± Alex forged on. I knew she would ask all these, the reason why I decided to ignore her since I checked into work.

    ¡°Look, Alex. I appreciate your concern, but I meant it when I said he¡¯s harmless. I was overreacting.¡± I could not believe I was defending someone who kidnapped and chained me. But I couldn¡¯t let Alex in on what was happening.

    She studied me intensely, her gaze zeroing in on me. ¡°Overreacting? Are you fucking kidding me? He sent you a fucking hand, for goodness sake. He sent you lingerie and flowers and that¡¯s all sorts of fucked up and you say he¡¯s harmless?¡±

    I sighed. There was no escaping this, still, I refused to tell Alex the truth of what I¡¯ve done with him.

    ¡°It¡¯s just a harmless crush, Alex, that¡¯s it. People send flowers and lingerie to people they have a crush on,¡± I defended, realising how stupid I sounded.N?velDrama.Org: owner of this content.

    ¡°Yeah, until they end up dead!¡± she half yelled. Alex brushed her hands through her hair and rested her weight on one foot. She brought her index finger to her chin, thinking of what to say.

    ¡°Are you fucking him?¡±

    I gasped in surprise, both in shock and at how tantly she aired those words. How on earth had she even gotten to that conclusion? I have not fucked him ¨C not yet anyways, but how had she known to ask anything with rtion to that?

    ¡°Jesus, Alex!¡±

    ¡°Oh my God, you are fucking him.¡±

    ¡°No, I¡¯m not!¡±

    ¡°You¡¯re lying.¡±

    ¡°No¡­¡±

    ¡°My God, Zinnia. This man is dangerous. From all the things you¡¯ve told me about him, he¡¯s supposed to be locked away in prison or a mental hospital. I can¡¯t believe you¡¯re fucking him.¡±

    I opened my mouth and closed it back, lost for words to say. Because Alex was right.

    ¡°Alex, you¡¯re mistaken. I would never fuck someone as crazy as him-¡±

    ¡°Stop lying to me, Zinnia. You fucked him and you¡¯re still fucking him. It¡¯s why you didn¡¯t go to the police. It¡¯s why you keep defending him. Tell me, is he threatening you? Did he force himself on you?¡±

    ¡°That¡¯s enough, Alex. I will not let you talk to me like some kid. I know what I am doing. It¡¯s my life and I think you should butt out and mind your fucking business,¡± I yelled out in frustration.

    The look of pain on Alex¡¯s face made the words that spewed out of my mouth taste vile. I hadn¡¯t meant to be so cold towards her, but I also couldn¡¯t let her dictate what I should and should not do.

    Instant regret washes through me. Alex nodded, taking in my words. I sighed, riffling my hands through my hair. She turned on her heels, ready to walk out when I grabbed her hand. My words were cut short when another waitress walked in, informing Alex that her presence was needed.

    Now alone in the dressing room, the gravity of the words I threw at Alex weighed down on me. I¡¯ve lived my entire life alone. Friendships were never on my agenda, and so I never bothered with the acquaintances that came my way.

    But Alex was different. I care dearly for her and I might have just fucked things up with the only friend I might have in my entire life, simply because I was a coward and couldn¡¯t admit the truth to her.

    ¡°Well done, Zinnia. Well. Fucking. Done!!¡± I murmured, not giving a damn that I looked insane talking to myself.

    I walked back into the club. The beat of Eminem¡¯s Real Slim Shady hits me first, almost taking my mind off the conversation I had with Alex as the bass ms through my body.

    I stand on the side-lines of the club, scanning the room and taking in the bodies on the dance floor. Much to my disappointment, my stalker didn¡¯t show up to the club. Although, I wondered if I would have the guts to face him. After a while of contemtion, I decided him not being here was the best thing that could happen to me today.

    For the rest of the night, Alex ignored me, which was to be expected. She refused to meet my gaze and would walk away every time I tried approaching her.

    After several attempts, I gave up, deciding to let things cool down between us before reaching out to her.

    Closing time came, and I was more than happy to return to my apartment.

    ¡ª¡ª¡ª-

 Wet dreams

    Zinnia

    It¡¯s a beautiful evening by the beach here in Brookside.

    ¡°Fake Love¡± by Tink is sting in my ears while I dip my feet in the sand, the sea and breeze caressing the overall I have over my bathing suit while taking in the sun as it sets over the beautiful horizon.

    This is the life I¡¯d always wished to live. A small house by the beach, torn between sitting on my porch or the shore every morning and evening, watching the sun as it rose and set. Then, I have an ordinary job, making less than I ought to, but who cares? I live on the beach.

    The music I was listening to came to an end. The hairs on the back of my neck stand, and Ie to a stop. Breathing heavily, I yank the earbuds from my ears.

    ¡°Hello?¡± I ask, looking around. To my left is the sea. Other than that, it¡¯s just coconut trees serving as shade for when people choose to tan.

    ¡°You¡¯re being your usual paranoid self, Zinnia.¡± I murmur to myself.

    The song changes to ¡°To Die For¡± by Sam Smith as I negotiate a bend to the right, and I see something out of the corner of my peripheral.

    ¡°What the hell was that?¡± I stop, turning around to go back.

    ¡°Hello?¡± I shout this time. ¡°Anyone there?¡± I hear nothing but the angry waves pping on the shore. I pause and hold my breath. When I¡¯m again convinced I¡¯m losing it because there¡¯s nothing here, I put my earbuds back in and turn back to continue.

    I jump when I see someone standing in front of me, my heart hammering in my chest.

    It¡¯s a man dressed in ck jeans, a long-sleeved T-shirt, and a ck face mask. He¡¯s got to be over six feet, and he¡¯s wearing boots.

    My thighs tighten, wondering how long he¡¯s been following me. My earbuds are still ring in my ears, and I reach up to take them out in case he¡¯s talking to me. The ck mask he wears makes it impossible to make out his face clearly, but something about him seems familiar.

    He takes a step toward me, and I take one back. He stops, and I swallow the knot that forms in my throat while my nipples harden.

    No. No. No. What is happening? I can feel his eyes on my legs. I decided to walk on the beach in shorts and a bikini bra this evening. My pulse is racing, and my breathing picks up, making my tits bounce.

    ¡°I¡¯ve been watching you.¡± My pussy throbs at his confession, and tears sting my eyes. Even his voice sounds familiar. Where have I heard it before?

    ¡°You walk here every morning and evening.¡± He tilts his masked head to the side.

    ¡°What do you want ¡­¡± I whimper, cing my hands up at him. ¡°I just want to finish my evening walk,¡± I say, slowly taking a step back as my body heat rises at the thought of us being out here all alone.

    ¡°Well¡±-he chuckles behind his face mask-¡°I¡¯m happy to help you finish.¡± The man charges for me. I spin around to run, but he barrels into my back, knocking me to the sand.

    I try fighting him, but he¡¯s on my back. He grabs my hands and wraps something rough around my wrists, securing them behind me, and I feel wetness pool between my legs.

    God, no.

    He grabs my hair and yanks me to my feet, pulling me off the trail. Then he¡¯s shoving me towards my small cabin. I trip and fall onto the ground. Sand ran up my thighs. I go to get up, but his fist hits my back, knocking me down again.Property belongs to N?vel(D)r/ama.Org.

    ¡°Stay down, my slut!¡± he orders, pushing my face to the rough sand. Tears run down my face as he rips my shorts down my legs along with my underwear. Then he¡¯s shoving my legs apart. I cry out when his hand touches my pussy.

    ¡°Ahh, you¡¯re wet,¡± he says in surprise. I sob, my body shaking. ¡°You like being taken by force, don¡¯t you, you little slut.¡± He grips my hair and leans down.

    ¡°Don¡¯t worry, looks like you¡¯ll get to finish after all.¡±

    *******

    I wake up with a jolt, perspiration pooling on my forehead. I am panting as though I had just run a thousand miles. I peel the covers off my body and dangle to the end of my bed.

    The time on my phone read five in the morning. I sighed and threw my body back into my bed.

    The moisture in between my legs doesn¡¯t go unnoticed. I knew what it was, but I couldn¡¯t bring myself to check. I refused to believe I¡¯d gotten wet over being stalked and forcefully taken by a stranger in my dream.

    But then again, I have been stalked in real life by a stranger and that turned me on. Hell, I even got upset at the fact that he didn¡¯t let me finish. So, yes, I could believe that.

    Ah, Jesus! There¡¯s no limit to my insanity. I am gradually bing as crazy as my stalker thanks to my newfound fetish.

    I grabbed my phone and began to search. I didn¡¯t exactly know what I was searching for, so I typed in a summary of the dream I had in the search bar.

    The pieces of information that popped up made me suck in a breath. I tapped on the first link and it redirected me to a Quora page. I read the questions of those who had a simr fetish as me. Knowing I wasn¡¯t alone brought me some sort of sce.

    After going through that, I typed in a ponographic site and waited for it to load. Once done, I searched for dubious consent.

    I watched the videos with disgust on my face, ignoring the way my pussy throbbed, because I found it hard to believe that anyone would love to be forcefully taken. But as the woman on my screen orgasmed, I knew I wanted to experience everything I¡¯d just seen.

    I darted my eyes away from the screen of my phone as I took in several breaths. My eyesnded on my vanity, precisely where I kept the gift from my stalker.

    Today is Thursday, my day off. Meaning I have the entire day to myself and my not-so-little toy to figure out what other fucked up fetish I have.

    ¡ª¡ª¡ª

 Run Arthur, Run!

    Reed

    I watched my screen with enthusiasm, battling the smile on my lips and the blood that rushed to my groin. My little flowery naked on the bed, her legs spread apart, one hand held the beautiful toy I bought for her to her pussy and the other held her phone.

    I was having a hard time deciding where to focus my attention. On the pop-up tab that showed what she was watching on her phone or the screen of the security camera I ced in her room. In either case, both images were enough to suffocate my cock in my pants.

    ¡°Would you look at that,¡± I murmured to no one in particr with a smile on my face.

    What had caused my little flower to pick up her phone and begin searching for these things? One minute she is asleep and the next she¡¯s searching about breath y, consensual Non Consent, degradation and Date Rape Drugs.

    Was it suddenly something she was into? Regardless, I was more than willing to make those dark fantasies of herse to life.

    When she least expects it, I will corner her and fuck the brains out of her.

    For now, all I could do was watch with thirst how she fucked herself.

    Unable to contain myself, I unzipped my pants and freed my dick. Precum had already settled on the tip of my cock. One stroke and my seed will be dripping down.

    I leaned back on my seat and closed my eyes, the image of my dick in my little flower¡¯s mouth was enough to send me over the edge.

    I open my eyes, my breathing stilled. I used my left hand and pulled open my drawer, taking out some wipes. I cleaned myself and shoved my dick back into my pants.

    I sat forward, now focusing my attention back on my screen. My little flower paced back and forth. She was still naked and every step she took made her titties bounce. That single movement alone alerted my cock.

    ¡°Dammit! I need to fuck her little cunt already and fill her with my spunk, only that will ease the ache in my dick¡± I murmured, although I know fucking my little flower will only turn me into a ravenous beast, alwaysing for more.

    I watch my little flower pause in her steps and I tilted my head to the side, anticipating her next move. She brings her hand to her hair where she uses the scruchy to put her thick brown hair in a messy bun.

    I debated against sending her a message. I don¡¯t want to let her in on the fact that I know about her little fantasy. Not yet anyway.

    I check the time on my watch. It¡¯s ten in the morning. Now is not a good time to pay a visit to my little flower.

    I can¡¯t wait for dark. Today is her day off. Tomorrow might as well be.

    ******

    It was eleven on the dot when I decided to a break from watching my little flower and leave my office for the basement. Arthur, the asshole whoid his hands on my little flower was locked in a cage.

    He was barely recognisable due to the torture he¡¯d endured. His eyes were swollen, blood mixed with saliva dripping out of his mouth.

    His hands chained to the bars above the cage are missing some fingers. I had to force myself to stop, or else the asshole would have kicked the bucket without me carrying out the ns I had for him.

    This was a befitting treatment for an animal like him. I was going to cut off his hands for having the bile toy hands on what belongs to me, and his eyes, for looking at my little flower.

    ¡°Wake up!¡± Mybat boots kicked against the cage, startling the son of a bitch because his head shot upwards.

    I watch terror appear on his face as the realisation that whatever peace he thought he had is now gone.

    ¡°Miss me?¡± I stooped, my hands settling at my centre.

    ¡°Please, no more. No more please.¡± He begged in a strained and tired voice.

    I smiled. I liked it when they begged. It is almost as life changing as I imagine cumming into my little flower would feel.

    ¡°Oh, but I am only getting started,¡± I whispered. The coldness and promise in my voice almost made me shiver.

    I walked away from him toward my torture tools. I picked up my electro shock and smiled as I walked back. I jabbed it to his side, instantly knocking him out.

    He was weak, but I was not about to take chances and have his blood stain me.

    I dragged his tired body across the floor. I chained him to a pir and walked back to my tools.

    My knife slicing against his arm woke him up from his slumber. His screams echoed through my basement. More snort spilt from his nostrils.

    I stopped, giving him some time to take in the pain. He needed it for my grand finale. Hermine would be shocked to clean up once I am done with him.

    ¡°Please, I beg of you. Stop. I¡¯m sorry Iid my hands on her. I had no idea she was yours man,¡±

    I mentally rolled my eyes. ¡°And if she wasn¡¯t mine?¡±

    My question shut him up. Assholes like him always beg for mercy, when in reality, they¡¯re not remorseful for their actions. I didn¡¯t carry out a background search on him, but if I did, I know for a fact I would find some nasty shit.

    ¡°Look, I¡¯m sorry man. Just let me go and I promise I¡¯ll never look at any woman again,¡±

    I resisted the urge tough. ¡°So, you¡¯d turn gay?¡±

    ¡°Yes! Whatever it takes. Please, just no more torture again. Let me go, is all I ask,¡±

    I nodded at his words. I took out the keys of the shackles from my back pocket and freed him. Then, I rose to my feet.

    ¡°Let¡¯s y a little game, shall we? Run. If I find you, I¡¯ll kill you.¡±

    The man was barely able to stand, but the look of hope on his face made my little game worth it. He can¡¯t escape. This ce is nothing short of a fortress in the middle of the woods.

    Suppose he makes it to the frontier ¨C which I doubt he will ¨C my fence is electric. There¡¯s no surviving that. But, I hope to catch him before he makes it that far.

    A sinister smile formed on my face. My eyes darkened.

    ¡°Run, Arthur. Run!¡±

    On cue, he took off and Iughed harder.

    ¡ª¡ª¡ªOwned by N?velDrama.Org.

 Mission accomplished

    Reed

    It has been hours since I freed Arthur and asked him to run, and since then, I have been concocting the perfect n to catch my prey. Because I will catch him.

    I lived in a mansion on the outskirts of town and somewhere in the woods. Anyone who fancies walking alone in a creepy forest and stumbles upon my house would probably mistake it for some abandoned property. But the probability of anyone being that much of a freak is zero.

    Which is why, I was a hundred per cent certain that Arthur wouldn¡¯t find his way out of my property. I was that convinced, so much so that after setting up my trap, I went back into my office to monitor his every movement and get off on his fear.

    He would stop every now and then to get some rest, then he¡¯d get back on his feet. Other times, he¡¯d stay on the same spot for a while and I assumed he¡¯d probably fallen asleep.

    In hindsight, Imend his bravado. The son of a bitch has been spinning around my estate for hours, too blindsided by the thought of making it out of her to realise it.

    Right now, he was a few meters away from the fence. I debated against going after him now.

    My phone pinged. I checked the message. It was Zinnia¡¯s sixth unanswered message to her friend Alex. I¡¯m not sure what happened between both girls, but I intend to find out after I finish with my prey.

    I grabbed the box and the fishing rod next to the door and stormed out of my office. I stood in my courtyard in took in a whiff of the evening air.N?velDrama.Org: owner of this content.

    Dark clouds were rapidly chasing out the bright clouds, making my entire chase more exciting. Hermine and another one of my men stood in my courtyard.

    Their gazended on me. A smile stretched to my lips at Hermine¡¯s reaction.

    ¡°Reed, tell me you¡¯re not about to do what I think?¡± She folded her hand, tilted her head to the side and rested her weight on one foot.

    ¡°You bet your ass I am! I¡¯m going hunting. And fishing,¡± I murmured with too much excitement in my voice.

    Hermine rolled her eyes as I walked past them and straight into the woods.

    Making my way into the woods and finding Arthur was easy. Partly because I memorised every corner, and partly because I knew exactly where he was. And I was certain he¡¯d still be in the same position he was when I left my study because I¡¯d set a trap for him. And if the odds were in my favour ¨C which they always are ¨C he would walk right into it.

    ¡°Arthur!!! Arthur!¡± I yelled out, taking slow steps in his direction. I heard the twig of a branch and I smiled. I was on the right track.

    ¡°Hey, Arthur!¡± I yelled again, this time, fastening my steps. In no time, I begin to hear sobs, and then the sight of Arthur on the ground with his back pressed against the wall came into view.

    Just as expected, he¡¯d fallen right into the trap I¡¯did out for him. He was still agonising and hadn¡¯t caught sight of me, but when he did, fear spread to his face and tears began to roll down his eyes.

    ¡°I caught you!¡± I said, dropping the box and fishing rod in front of me, before stooping to his level.

    ¡°Looks like I get to kill you after all,¡± I smiled and he sobbed, more snorting out of his nostrils.

    ¡°No, please. Look, I¡¯m so close to the end. Just turn a blind eye and pretend as though you didn¡¯t see me. I beg of you,¡± he begged.

    Iughed. Loud. The sound echoed through the forest.

    ¡°Oh, Arthur. For a pervert, you¡¯re so dumb. You can¡¯t make it out of here alive. That is a permanent electric fence is made out of galvanised steel with a very high voltage, if a strand of your hair so much as brushes against it, you can imagine,¡± I allowed him to picture that scenario for a bit before continuing.

    ¡°So, which would you rather? Be electrocuted, or let me kill you?¡± A sinister smile formed on my face, because irrespective of what he chose, he would die by my hands. He will die regretting ever looking at what does not belong to him.

    Arthur sobbed. Now standing straight, I stepped on his feet that was caught in the mouse trap. His screams echoed throughout the forest, startling and chasing away birds that had settled in for the day.

    I opened the box and took out a belt and tied his head to the tree, making it impossible for him to move his face. While the pain settled in his system, I picked up the fishing rod and walked to his side.

    ¡°Now Arthur, I need you to stay still for this. And it might hurt,¡± I added, not giving him any time to process what I had just said. I pierced his upper eyelid with the tip of the fishing rod and again, he screamed. I walked to the other side and did the same, then tied the thread of the rope behind the tree.

    ¡°You like looking at what does not belong to you and now, your eyes will be open indefinitely. Or not.¡±

    ¡°Please, I¡¯m sorry. I¡¯m sorry. Please let me go,¡± he continued to beg.

    I smiled. Arthur here was yet to understand that I was not the forgiving type, especially with people of his calibre. He continued begging for mercy and I ignored his cries. I opened the box and took out a small bowl that contained fish debris, its nasty smell almost suffocated me.

    ¡°What¡­ what is that,¡± the panic in his voice made blood rush through my veins. His agitation made me love my creativity.

    I ignored his question and applied the debris all over his face. I cleaned my hands on his shirt, then took a step back to admire my work.

    This is how he was supposed to die. Like the misbegotten son of a mammal that he is. He looked at what is mine, and now he gets to die a slow and painful death.

    ¡°Arthur, how long do you think you have until the birds catch unto the smell of their dinner?¡±

    I watch him tense. His fate finally settled in. While he screamed for more mercy, I took out my phone and videoed him, both tomemorate my art and to have my little flower watch her aggressor die. I was looking forward to her reaction.

    ¡°See you in hell, Arthur. Maybe then I can forgive you, and you can forgive me for killing you,¡±

    I took a few steps back, making him think I had gone. That made him panic.

    ¡°Hello! Anyone here?¡±

    It wasn¡¯t until birdsnded on Arthur¡¯s face and began to feast on his eyes that I walked away.

    Mission aplished.

    ¡ª¡ª¨C

 My good little slut

    Zinnia

    Alex still ignored me. It wasn¡¯t enough that my messages to her remained unanswered, she¡¯d also ignored me since I checked into work. And to top it all, she swapped service with another one of our co-workers. She was going out of her way to ignore me.

    And that made me realise just how much I fucked up.

    It was weird even admitting it to myself, but I miss her. I miss our friendship. I miss how she¡¯d go out of her way to check in on me at work and even offer to drop me off at home.

    I miss her. And it¡¯s a feeling I never thought I would experience.

    Closing time was rapidly approaching and I decided rather than approaching her again and have her ignore me, I would just show up at her house and surprise her. That way, she¡¯d have no choice but to let me in.Owned by N?velDrama.Org.

    I quickly gathered my belongings and walked out of the bar. I made it outside just in time to find her car swerving off the driveway. My shoulders sunk in disappointment.

    I began to walk the streets, all along to my thoughts. The things I did yesterday clouded my thoughts and sent delicious and tantalising urges to my core. And the fact that Reed¡¯s name constantly fell out of my mouth as I came made me wonder if I¡¯d be as psychotic as him.

    I was so caught up in my thought and it was only when my phone vibrated that I realised how far I¡¯d gone. I paused to look at my phone, and just as I did, goose flesh spread through my body.

    Someone was following me. Paranoia settled in the pit of my stomach. I looked back just in time to see something, or someone hide away. My heart began to throb in my chest, and even worse, desire coursed through my body.

    ¡°No. No. No. Not again. This can¡¯t be happening,¡± I thought to myself as I hastily kept my phone in ce and began to fasten my steps.

    I reached an intersection and just as I was about to cross, someone appeared behind me. I only had a second to think before a cloth covered my nose and my vision blurred. Instantly, my knees grew weak and gave out.

    ******

    I slowly opened my eyes, taking in my surroundings. I was barely able to see anything as the room was dark, with only a candle burning in the corner.

    I tried to move my hand but it won¡¯t budge. Both of my hands were chained and I realised that the same was done to my legs.

    My chest was pressing against a hard surface and I couldn¡¯t tell if it was the floor or table. I was barely able toprehend what was happening due to the loud pounding of my chest.

    All of a sudden, there was lightning in the room. I was in a storage facility. I wasn¡¯t sure, because the room was bare. In front of me, fourrge screens were induced into the wall.

    Everything was happening like it had in my dream. I should be scared. I had no idea who was behind this, but somehow, the fear I ought to feel was reced with a desire that threatened to send me to the edge.

    I heard footsteps and a far corner of the room and it only grew closer. Someone stood behind me and forced my legs apart. The air that pped against my centre made me shiver.

    His rough fingers dipped into my glistening core and I resisted the urge to moan out loud.

    ¡°Look at how wet you are, my little flower. You like being forcefully taken, don¡¯t you? You like knowing that I can do with you whatever I want. That gets you off, doesn¡¯t it? You dirty, dirty little slut,¡± my stalker¡¯s voice resonated in my ears and it made my centre clench, squeezing his fingers that were inside of me.

    I was embarrassed that he¡¯d caught onto the fact that I was enjoying this, but it didn¡¯t bother me that much because he was right. Knowing that I was at his mercy turned me on. Knowing that he could take whatever he wanted from me without my consent was enough to make my insides turn into abustible.

    ¡°This is what you searched on your phone right? Forced sex. Was this how dripping wet your cunt was as you masturbated? When you fucked yourself with the toy I bought for you, did you think of me like I told you to?¡± My stalker leaned against me, his hard cock pushing against my butt cheeks.

    How did he know about what I did yesterday? How did he know that I fantasised about him forcing himself on me?

    ¡°Answer me,¡± his hand made contact with my left butt cheek and I moaned out loud. He grabbed my hand and yanked it backwards. The pain I was feeling was nothingpared to the desire that was coursing through my body every passing second.

    ¡°Yes!¡± My words were barely audible.

    ¡°Good girl,¡± he whispered. ¡°Now spread your legs for me, so I can fuck your cunt like that nasty little slut you are,¡±

    The speed at which I obeyed hismands had to be questioned. He released my hair and I heard the sound of his zipper. He yed with his cock against my entrance, using my juices as a lubricant.

    Without warning, he shoved his dick hard inside of me and I screamed. He was big. Too, too big for me. For seconds, he didn¡¯t move, perhaps allowing me to get used to the feel of his size inside of me.

    ¡°Good girl, you take my dick so well,¡± hemented and my pussy clenched.

    ¡°You like being degraded and praised, don¡¯t you? You like it when I use your cunt like it was made for me?¡± I nodded at his question.

    ¡°Good, because I own your cunt. It¡¯s mine. And now, I¡¯m going to fuck it,¡± he grabbed yet another fistful of my hair, swirling it around his hand. He yanked my hair backwards as he was sliding inside of me.

    He thrust hard. His thighs pping against my butt cheeks. I moaned out as his every thrust became deeper than thest, taking me to a whole new level of ecstasy.

    ¡°Oh god, I¡¯m going to cum,¡± I cried out, my orgasm building rapidly.

    ¡°That¡¯s right! I am your god, my little flower, cry out to me and I will make you cum,¡±

    Everything happened on cue. My eyes rolled to the back and my body trembled as I rode out my orgasm. Still, he didn¡¯t stop. He kept pounding into me and when I heard him growl, indicating that he was closer to the edge, another violent orgasm built.

    When he spewed his junk inside of me, I came again.

    He released my hair and pulled out, making me feel empty. The remainder of his seed dripped against my thighs.

    ¡°My good little slut¡±, he murmured.

    ¡ª¡ª-

 Cum for me while he dies

    Zinnia

    I was still chained. My stalker had left and the aftermath of what happened began to settle in. Normally, this would result in a walk of shame, but that couldn¡¯t happen seeing as my boobs were still pressed against the table, my legs apart and Reed¡¯s sperms and my squirm dripping down my thighs.

    My hair was a mess and the perspiration that mmed on my forehead did nothing to alleviate my embarrassment and filth.

    I wasn¡¯t sure for how long I was in the room, but a while had passed before I heard the door open and m shut.

    ¡°There¡¯s my good little slut,¡± the sound of condescension in my stalker¡¯s voice did something unearthly to my clit. I shuddered as his hands trailed against my bare skin, walking around until he finally stood in front of me.

    He was naked and in all his glory. His huge member dangling in front of me, clouding my judgment while making my mouth salivate.

    He was beautiful and so, so, big. It made me wonder how he was able to fit inside of me.

    ¡°You got your juices all over my cock. Now, why don¡¯t you be a good girl for me and clean it off?¡± I let out an inaudible moan. I didn¡¯t have to look at his face to know that there was an arrogant smirk residing there.

    He held my hair in a fistful, and then as roughly as possible, he shoved his dick into my mouth. I gagged, finding it impossible to breathe. When he pulled out momentarily, I was panting and coughing, hoping to regain my breath, but the asshole that he is shoved his dick back into my mouth, aiming right at my throat.N?velDrama.Org: owner of this content.

    ¡°Stop gagging and stop being dramatic and spread your nice little mouth for me, my little flower. I know you love my dick hitting the back of your throat,¡±

    I shivered. The sound of that did sound appealing. I obeyed, spreading my mouth as wide as I could to amodate his size, and without warning, he shoved his dick again in my mouth, this time hitting the back of my throat.

    He pulled out and I coughed, battling for air. When he shoved his dick in my mouth again, whatever I ate threatened toe out through my nose.

    ¡°Good girl. Just like that. Spread wide for me,¡± and I did. His hand gripped my hair, forcing his dick into my mouth. He held my head in ce, pushing further and further into my mouth until my vision blurred, and my eyes glistened with unshed tears, making breathing seem like too much of a hassle.

    The shackles on my hands and legs made it impossible for me to move. For a split second, I thought I was going to die from him fucking my mouth, but the thought of dying like this ¨C and for him ¨C sounded appealing to me, and that, made desire seep down my thighs.

    He released my hair and pulled out of my mouth, giving me ample time to breathe. Then, he stooped to my level. He grabbed my chin, forced my gaze on him and smiled.

    ¡°Open up for me, my little flower,¡± he murmured, wiping away the tears that had formed in my eyes.

    I opened my mouth and what he did next not only surprised me but sent a burning sensation over my body. He spat in my mouth, and as I struggled to process that thought, his hand flew against my cheeks.

    ¡°You look so beautiful my little flower. All chained up for me, your dishevelled hair sticking against your face. So. Fucking. Beautiful,¡±

    While I didn¡¯t possess that striking beauty that made one stop and do a double take, I believed I looked decent. But right now? I feel fucking beautiful. This man, despite treating me like a whole, called me beautiful. And whilst I didn¡¯t need validation from anyone, it did feel nice getting one from him.

    ¡°You asked me what I did to the asshole who touched you at the club, would you like to know?¡± Reed¡¯s voice came in from my left. From the corner of my vision, I saw him fidget, though I wasn¡¯t exactly sure what he was doing.

    ¡°Or rather, would you like to watch?¡± The TV screen inclined to the wall came to life.

    It was him. The son of a bloody prostitute who grabbed me at the club.

    ¡°What did you do to him?¡± I questioned.

    ¡°Impatient, are we? Why don¡¯t you look while I fuck this pretty pussy¡±

    ¡°What?¡±

    ¡°Shhhh! Eyes on the screen,¡± this time, he spoke from behind me. Before I could counteract, he trusted hard into me. Despite being inside of me only a few seconds ago, his size almost tore me apart.

    ¡°Watch how I kill your aggressor while I fuck your wet cunt,¡± he grabbed my hair and yanked my hair backwards, forcing my eyes on the screen.

    The man on the screen has his head tied to the wall. His mouth moves inaudibly. Simultaneously, Reed spanks my butt cheeks, making me moan. He applies what I believe to be fish debris on his eyes before stepping back.

    He¡¯s fucking me harder, each thrust apanied by his hand on my butt cheek.

    ¡°See the fate that awaits anyone who touches you,¡±

    The pain, the feel of him roughly pounding in and out of me and watching my aggressor plead for his life worked in perfect corrtion to bringing me to a whole new level of euphoria.

    Birds settle on his face.

    Reed leans in, shifting his hand from my hair to my neck.

    The birds begin to feast on the debris. Reed is fucking me harder and tightening his hold on my neck.

    An aggressive orgasm builds inside of me. A moan forces its way past my throat.

    ¡°Good girl! Cum for me while you watch him die,¡± Reed whispers into my ear.

    The bird¡¯s beak manages to pull out my aggressor¡¯s eyes. Just as he takes hisst breath, I am overtaken by a violet orgasm that sends me into spasm.

    Thest thing I hear as I pass out is the sound of Reed groaning as his spunk once again invades me.

    ¡ª¡ª¡ª

 Outrageous

    Zinnia

    I stretched my skin, basking in the velvety feeling of the sheets caressing my body. A low moan swept past my lips as I squinted my eyes shut, grabbing a pillow and cing it over my head.

    Wait, a pillow? Sheets? Was I in a bed?

    I sat up in a speed of light, resulting in a whish. My hands flew to my head and a groan slipped past my lips.

    I take in my surroundings. The room is a striking mix of plushness andfort, all wrapped in a rich, weing dark range. The walls are adorned with plush, midnight-ck velvet drapes that cascade to the floor, contrasting with the gleaming onyx-ck hardwood floors.

    In the focal point of the room, avish dark sectional couch with curiouslyrge cushions stands, conveying an enticing wee to sink into its extravagant depths.

    A massive, wall-mounted t-screen TV in a high-gloss ck frame dominates one side of the room. Close to it, a cutting-edge dark marble chimney oozes warmth and sce.

    A precious stone light fixture swings from the roof, giving a hint of charm amid the dimness, projecting a delicate, weing sparkle. This room is an exquisite fusion of darkness.

    Where the hell am I?

    I got out of bed and wrapped the sheets around my body, then walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window. Nothing but tall andrge trees greeted me.

    Where the hell am I? And where the hell is Reed?

    I know for a fact he was with me. The soreness of my butt and my thighs and the pink lines on my wrist could only have been caused by him. But where was this ce?Owned by N?velDrama.Org.

    I spotted the closet and grabbed an oversized hoodie. Given my petite figure, it looked like a gown.

    I matched for the door and turned the doorknob. To my surprise, it was opened. At least, that drove away any thought of being kidnapped.

    I walked down the stairs and gasped when I reached the steep and a female voice sounded behind me.

    ¡°Oh, you¡¯re awake,¡±

    I turned on my heels and came face to face with a girl with dark lush hair. She couldn¡¯t have been more than twenty years and was stood four, maybe five inches shorter than me.

    ¡°I¡¯m sorry, who are you and where is this ce?¡± I questioned, straightening my shoulders as though to exact authority over her. However, something told me that this girl, whoever she was, despite looking young and shorter than me, wasn¡¯t faced with that.

    ¡°Hi, I¡¯m Hermine. RD¡¯s¡­. I don¡¯t know what I am to him. I just know I¡¯m his favourite,¡± she replied cheerfully, stretching out her hand for a handshake. I looked at it quizzically and when I didn¡¯t show any sign of shaking her hand anytime soon, she retreated.

    ¡°Who the hell is RD and again, where the hell is this ce? Why the fuck am I here,¡±

    ¡°Aha! She¡¯s got a smart mouth. It is no wonder his dick gets hard,¡± the small girl, whose name I¡¯vee to know was Hermine smiled as she murmured. She began to walk away and unconsciously, I followed her.

    ¡°RD stands for Reed Dammington. Does a ring a bell? Your stalker,¡± I could sense the amusement in her voice when she murmured thest words.

    It all began to make sense. Why I woke up in an all-ck room with a top-tierfortable Scandinavian bed. I ignored herst remarks and approached her.

    ¡°So uh, where is Reed at the moment?¡± I tiptoed around the question. I wasn¡¯t sure why though.

    ¡°I¡¯m not sure. After he brought you upstairs, he left in a haste. However, he asked me to be on the lookout for when you woke up and need anything. So, do you need anything?¡± Hermine winked at me, making my cheeks flush.

    ¡°Oh, no. I¡¯m good,¡± I replied, standing awkwardly in the room while Hermine carried along with her activities. It was a while before she spoke up.

    ¡°I have to admit, I never thought I would meet you face to face. At some point, I figured you were just a fiction of his imagination, but when I saw you over the monitor, I realised he wasn¡¯t that crazy,¡± she spoke and I frowned.

    ¡°What monitor?¡± Out of everything she said, that was the only thing that caught my attention.

    Hermine seemed to freeze. Gradually, she turned to face me.

    ¡°Don¡¯t mind me. I seem to have mouth diarrhoea. Why don¡¯t you have a seat and I make you some breakfast?¡±

    ¡°No. What monitor? Reed has cameras installed in my house?¡± I asked, and Hermine stayed quiet. Groaning, I stormed out of the kitchen, unsure where to go because the house was so big, almost like a fortress.

    However, I didn¡¯t let that stop me. I started with the first floor, opening every door I could find. Hermine followed behind, screaming and pleading with me not to be hysterical. But I ignored her. Anger clouded my judgement.

    I could take him stalking me. But imnting cameras in my house? That I couldn¡¯t ept. He was invading every aspect of my life.

    After what seemed like much of a hassle, I found what I had been looking for, and the very sight of it made my stomach churn.

    I felt Hermine standing behind me while I still processed everything I¡¯d seen.

    ¡°Yeah, it¡¯s not as bad as it looks. He just worries for you,¡± she spoke in an attempt to dilute the tense atmosphere.

    I faced her with a frown on my face. ¡°Not as bad as it looks? There are images n every corner of my house,¡± I yelled, turned back. On the monitor, were images of my living room, bedroom, balcony, hallway and toilet? The more I looked at it, the more furious I got. I marched in, rummaging through the table for what? I¡¯m not sure. I scanned further and was able to grab a hammer.

    ¡°No, no. I will think twice about doing that,¡± Hermine warned, but her words fell on deaf ears. I was too angry to care. With all the strength I could muster, I jabbed the hammer at the monitor.

    Once. Twice. Thrice. At some point, I lost track of what I was doing, and when I finally realised myself, the nature of the damage I¡¯d caused weighed down on me.

    Hermine stood in the doorway, arms folded, she had an amused smirk on her face.

    I dropped the hammer and stormed passed her.

    ¡°Where the hell are you going? Reed says not to let you leave under any circumstance,¡± Hermine¡¯s voice stopped me in my tracks.

    ¡°Do I look like I give a fuck about what he said? To hell with what he wants. I am not one of you who kneel at his every whim. I am out of here,¡± I spat, walking towards what I assumed was the exit.

    As I walked, I heard a male voice but I didn¡¯t stop. Then I heard Hermine murmur.

    ¡°Let her be. RD will cut off your hands if you so much as touch the hem of her dress,¡±

    Good! I think to myself.

    ¡ª¡ª¨C

 Bullet hole

    Zinnia

    Days have passed since I left Reed¡¯s house. Five days to be exact. And that was the exact time Ist saw his face. The exact time hest sent me another one of his creepy messages. And if I was being entirely honest with myself, I missed him.

    Perhaps he¡¯d return and seen what I had done to his office and decided he wanted nothing to do with me. And that, more than anything, got me upset with him. After doing the unthinkable to have me, he finally backed down after he found out I shed his office.

    Who the hell does that?

    ¡°Zinnia, you¡¯re zooming out again,¡± Alex leaned in and whispered into my ears.

    While fucking Reed was going out of his way to ignore me, I reached out to Alex. At least, one good thing happened in his absence.

    Thankfully, Alex was quick to forgive, so, we spent thest couple of days bonding and solidifying the foundation of our friendship. No lies. No judgements and no more outbursts. I was more than capable of that. Except, I couldn¡¯t bring myself to tell her that I missed him.

    Right now, we are at one of the most luxurious nightclubs in upper east Brookside, as I would like to call it, the city of the privileged. Entry into this club was nothing less than fifteen hundred dors per person and somehow, Alex managed to get us in here.

    The club was currently under renovation. Grayson, the owner, decided it was time for some upgrading. He waited until the dying moment to innovate the club. Another club had opened adjacent to us and that threatened his clientele. The fucking asshole

    ¡°You¡¯re doing it again. Come on, Zinnia. We¡¯re supposed to be having fun. We¡¯re supposed to be rubbing our butts against some dicks and if everything works in our favour, we¡¯ll return home with two boy toys.¡± Alex¡¯s voice was slurry. That was understandable given the amount of booze that was in her system.

    ¡°I know, I¡¯m sorry. I just have a hard time picking out who I want to go home with,¡± I lied, emptying my ss. I made a disgusting face as the liquor burned my chest and Alexughed.

    ¡°Why don¡¯t you go and have some fun?¡± I added. Alex nodded ecstatically and dragged her drunk, tired body to the dance floor.

    I did it again. I lied. I couldn¡¯t tell Alex the truth. That Reed might kill anyone who dares touch me. But then again, maybe he wouldn¡¯t and I just didn¡¯t want another man touching me and wiping off the feel of Reed¡¯s touch on my body.N?velDrama.Org: owner of this content.

    Because where the bloody fuck was he? He hasn¡¯t shown himself in five whole bloody fucking days!

    Alex is right. I should be on that dance floor. Swaying my hips against some man who will most probably take me back to his house, and not thinking about some fucking asshole who ghosted me.

    I made my way to the dance floor, throwing my hands in the air and moving my body to the rhythm of the music. In no time,rge arms swirled around my waist, pulling me against them. I wasted no time in whining my waist against his groin, and he got hard every passing second.

    ¡°Just like that,¡± he whispered in my ears, swelling my ego. I turned on my heels and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him into me, I kissed him.

    He was not Reed. I understood that the more I kissed him. He was gentle, that¡¯s for sure, but his kisses were sloppy. I didn¡¯t want gentle. I didn¡¯t want sloppy. I want him to own me, im me, mark me, just like Reed had done.

    ¡°Do you want to get out of here?¡± he asked when he pulled back from the kiss. I looked at him momentarily, then my eyes darted to Alex. She looked happy, dancing with two men. She was having the time of her life. I guess there was no harm in stepping out for ten minutes to have the time of my life, right?

    ¡°Okay. I am down for a quickie, but I can¡¯t leave just yet,¡± I pointed with my eyes to Alex. The man smiled.

    ¡°I don¡¯t want to have a quickie with you. You¡¯re a beautiful woman, and beautiful women deserve thest bit of my attention. Don¡¯t you worry about your friend, she¡¯s in safe hands. They can follow us to my condo,¡± he convinced.

    I debated for a while before nodding.

    ¡°Oh God! Alex better be okay.¡± I think to myself. Before leaving the club, I sent a quick message to Alex, letting her know I was fine and sharing my location with her, just in case.

    His car was parked in the back, and as soon as we got in, I pulled his face into mine and kissed him. This time, I took the lead, letting him know exactly what I wanted. Quickly, he caught into it and kissed me back, just how I wanted it.

    I undid my seatbelt and straddled him, deepening the kiss. His hands made their way to my breast and I moaned into his mouth. He seized the opportunity to bite my bottom lip, but not hard enough as I wanted.

    The strap of my dress rolled over my shoulders. The zipper of my dress came undone soon after, and he freed my breast. He cupped them in his hand and squeezed them hard. I cried out in pleasure and arched my head backwards.

    He was not Reed, but he was a fast learner and he had managed to up his game in seconds. When he took my right boobs in his mouth, I moan out loud, and it came out louder than I had expected, making his cock throb against my pussy.

    I looked into his eyes and gave him a deviant smile. Just as I was about to lean in for another kiss, a loud bang went off and I gasped. Everything happened in a blur. I looked away for just a second. My eyesnded on a bullet hole against the car window.

    Then I was looking back to the lifeless body of the man I was making out with a few seconds ago, crimson dripping out of from the side of his head.

    I froze on the spot until his voice tore me out of my state of shock.

    ¡°Get out!¡±

    ¡ª¡ª

 Rough and Hard

    Zinnia

    ¡°Oh my God, Reed. You killed him!¡± I yelled, still trying to process what had happened. Reed stood next to me, as calm as possible and as though he had done this a million times.

    He had his phone pressed to his ears, murmuring things I couldn¡¯t quiteprehend. My mind was in too much of a haze to focus on anything, other than the body lying before me, out here in the cold.

    It hadn¡¯t even urred to me that someone might find us here. And what about cameras? Where there any security cameras here? Suddenly, the body before me seemed to be thest of my concerns as I feared getting caught by the security cameras.

    ¡°Let¡¯s go,¡± Reed murmured. I turned just in time to see him tucking his phone in his pocket. He had an angry scroll on his face and his nostrils red.

    I stood on the spot, refusing to do as he had ordered.

    ¡°I said let¡¯s go,¡± he added more sternly this time, still, I didn¡¯t budge.

    ¡°I only have so much patience in me, and so help me God, move your lose cunt, Zinnia, or this gun will be inside you, and I am not talking about a bullet. I will tell you onest time, let¡¯s go,¡± he stepped closer to me as he spoke.

    Ah, there he is. The aggressive and possessive man that I missed and I¡¯vee to like.

    ¡°Who the hell do you think you are? You ghost me for days and when I decide to move on with my life, you show up, causing a hiatus and now you expect me to be at your beck and call? As though you didn¡¯t just fucking kill a man!¡± I yelled out. It was the paranoia in me, mixed with the anger I felt for him speaking. Just who the hell does he take me for?

    An intense eye battle began between Reed and me, and I absolutely refused to be the one to give in first. He owed me an apology, it was the least he could do for engaging me in a murder and ruining my night.

    A loud sound went off again before a gun was ced on the side of my head. Reed had fired a shot, and it missed my shoulder by an inch. My eyes widened in shock.

    ¡°Did you just?¡±

    ¡°I did ask you to move. Scratch that. Get on your knees, Zinnia. I won¡¯t say it twice,¡± Reed ordered and this time, he put off the safety of the gun and ced his index finger on the trigger.

    I began to panic. ¡°Be careful with that, Reed. It might go off,¡± I warned, then frowned as a sinister smile appeared on his face.

    ¡°Then maybe you should obey me, and it won¡¯t go off,¡± he added, pushing the gun further against my head.

    It was dark outside, with not a single soul walking about. Slowly, I got to my knees and looked up at Reed through myshes.

    ¡°See what you made me do? I killed someone because of you,¡± he spoke up, the gun still pressed to the side of my head.

    ¡°Killing him was your choice,¡± I fired back and Reed burst out inughter, making my blood boil.

    ¡°Look at the man lying dead next to you,¡± Reed ordered and I hesitated for a while. ¡°Look at him in the pool of his blood. It¡¯s all because of you. Maybe he had a family, a sick daughter, who knows? They¡¯ll never see him again simply because you chose to be a slut. Since slutting around is the only thing you know how to do, why don¡¯t you take out my dick and make me cum, like the good little slut you are,¡± Reed teased, removing the gun from the side of my head, roaming the tip over my jaw until it finally settled under my chin.

    My stomach clenched and my eyes became watery. I blinked several times, refusing to let the tears free. Not now.

    ¡°Why are you doing this?¡± I hated how my voice trembled. ¡°Why do you kill? Why did you kill that man from the club the other day? Why did you kill this one? All he wanted was a good time,¡± I began to sob.

    The gun still pressed under my chin, Reed arched his back to my level. He reced the gun with his left hand, which grabbed my neck.

    ¡°Don¡¯t you get it, my little flower? I own every bit of you. Every. Single. Bit. Anyone who looks at you, I¡¯ll pluck off their eyes. Anyone who touches you, I¡¯ll cut off their hands. Anyone who breathes the same air as you, I¡¯ll cut off their nose. And for anyone who has been inside you, be certain I¡¯ll chop off their dicks and shove them down their throat¡± I watch a sinister smile make its way to his face as he spoke, his hold on my neck tightened, making it difficult for me to breathe. Then, he released my neck and stood up, the gun back under my chin

    ¡°Now, be a good girl Zinnia, and take my dick. Spread wide that little mouth of yours and let my dick suffocate you. If you do a bad job, the trigger might go off. But if you do a good job, which I know you will, I will use this man¡¯s blood as a lube and fuck you in the ass,¡±

    I shivered at the thought of Reed fucking me in the ass. I shifted my gaze to the dead body next to me. Any guilt I felt about his death was long gone. And damn, I didn¡¯t bloody care about being caught again.

    He applied more pressure on the gun under my chin as I opened my mouth as wide as possible to fit him inside. Reed groaned above me and threw his head backwards.

    That groan from him sent thousands of delicious shocks through my body and straight to my lower belly.

    ¡°That¡¯s my good girl. Just like that.¡± Reed praised, bending a little and grabbing a fistful of my hair. Then he forced his length down my throat, simultaneously applying more pressure on the gun.

    I gagged, yet, he didn¡¯t stop. I was suffocating, but when he growled again, it suddenly didn¡¯t matter. All I wanted was to please him. To be his good little girl.

    He released my hair and stood straight, permitting me to go at my pace. I grabbed him with both hands -where he almost didn¡¯t fit ¨C and began stroking his length while making eye contact with him.

    ¡°Spit on it,¡± he ordered, and I wasted no time obeying. I pulled saliva in my mouth and slowly let it drop to his dick. In consequence, Reed spat all over my face.

    Arousal pulled in my lower belly, threatening tobust any second. When he wasn¡¯t expecting, I took him in my mouth again, and both my hands drifted to his butt, trying to take in his full length.

    Reed growled one more time, his butt cheeks tightened in my hands, and soon after, a salty substance invaded my mouth. I waited until he had released his seed inside me before I slowly pulled my head backwards.

    I looked up at Reed with pride on my face.N?velDrama.Org: owner of this content.

    ¡°Good girl. Now, swallow,¡± he ordered as he pulled the gun away from my neck. I shook my head and rose to my feet, my knees threatening to give out.

    Reed frowned and it wasn¡¯t until I smiled at him that he understood what I meant.

    ¡°Oh, you want to share?¡± He tilted his head quizzically, amusement written on his face. I nodded.

    ¡°Well, how can I say no when you so generously offered?¡± Reed¡¯s left hand grabbed my waist and pulled me into him, my chest mming against solid rock abs.

    His mouth imed mine in a raw, fiery and passionate kiss, just how I liked it. I bit his bottom lip and he granted me ess. I invade his mouth, sharing his seed with him.

    ¡ª¡ª¨C

 Punishment

    Reed

    I led Zinnia back into the club, but this time, through a secret door that led directly to my penthouse on thest floor. She probably didn¡¯t know this, but I owned this building, so I couldn¡¯t resist the smile that came to my face when I found out she¡¯de to my club to wind out time.

    ¡°Where are you taking me? I¡¯m telling you now, but I can¡¯t go too far. I left Alex at the club,¡± I heard her pale voice utter behind me. I stopped in my tracks and she probably didn¡¯t see thating because she bumped into me. I turned on my heels and sucked in a breath, my cock bing instantly hard from how dishevelled her hair was.

    ¡°Well, aren¡¯t you a good friend? You didn¡¯t care about Alex minutes ago when you left with that good-for-nothing son of a bitch and now you suddenly do?¡± I mocked, guilt instantly washing through her face. ¡°She¡¯s fine. I had Hermine take her to one of the rooms,¡± I murmured before turning and walking away, trying to ignore the ache in my groin.

    We walked into a dimly lit hallway that led to the elevator. We got in and I punched the button for thest floor.

    The elevator was quiet. Maybe my little flower was yet to pick on the fact that I was mad at her. How dare she allow another man to touch her? Had I not made it clear that she belonged to me? Perhaps killing that man before her eyes wasn¡¯t enough. Maybe I need to try something more wild for it to sink into her head.

    ¡°So, uh¡­¡± she broke the silence. However, her eyes never met mine. And I preferred it that way. I don¡¯t promise to keep my dick in my pants with one look from her.

    ¡°What¡¯s going to happen to his body?¡± She finally met my gaze, but only for so long.

    ¡°His body?¡± I tilted my head.

    ¡°You know, the man you uh.. shot in the head,¡± she exined as though I hadn¡¯t understood what she meant. Something else amused me.

    ¡°You were about to let that man fuck you and you didn¡¯t even bother to ask his name? Is that how much of a slut you are?¡± I asked, resisting the urge tough at the look of embarrassment on her face.

    ¡°That¡¯s why it¡¯s called a one-night stand,¡± she sassed and I raised a brow.

    ¡°Well, when ites to you, I have another meaning of a one-night stand,¡±

    The elevator doors opened and I walked out before stretching out my hand for her to take. And when she did, I pulled her against my body and crashed my lips against hers, sucking the air out of her lungs. When I pulled away, she spoke up.

    ¡°You still haven¡¯t told me what is going to happen to his body,¡± I smiled at her before answering.Owned by N?velDrama.Org.

    ¡°Why? Are you worried I disposed of his blood so quickly?¡± I tilted my head. Her cheeks flushed a bright shade of pink as she understood what I meant.

    ¡°Go upstairs. I¡¯ll be with you shortly,¡± was all I said before leaving her there and walking to my study.

    As soon as I walked into my study, I fished out my phone and called Hermine, and when she answered, I put the phone on loudspeaker.

    ¡°Tell me,¡±

    ¡°Body has been disposed of, and she¡¯s all tucked in. Man, she¡¯s a mess when drunk. The girl tried to harrumph me,¡± Hermine¡¯s irritated voice came through the phone.

    ¡°Is that youining? Aren¡¯t you into girls too?¡±

    ¡°I am. But at the moment, I am not inside her because she¡¯s ck-out drunk,¡± Hermine expressed further.

    ¡°Well, sucks to be you. How about Roman Slovov?¡± I quickly changed the subject. The earlier I can get this conversation over with, the faster I can punish Zinnia.

    ¡°What changed your mind? I thought you didn¡¯t want angry Russiansing after you?¡±

    ¡°I didn¡¯t. That was until I learned the fucking bastard had his eyes set on Zinnia. For no bloody reason other than the fact that she¡¯s mine. I¡¯ve made a lot of enemies tost me a lifetime, but I¡¯d be darned to let my decisions affect her in any way,¡± Apparently, Roman Slovov has been nning to kidnap Zinnia and sell her to some bastard. I had a lot of enemies, so I could only imagine what they¡¯d do to her. Just the thought of it made my skin itch.

    ¡°Aww, well, aren¡¯t you romantic?¡± Hermine teased and I rolled my eyes.

    ¡°Well, you¡¯d be pleased to know I traced him to a Hotel in Guangzhou. I was able to hack into their system and we¡¯re in luck. He will be there for another four days so that gives us enough time to n our move,¡± as Hermine exined, I quietly listened. I was silent for a while before I spoke up.

    ¡°We don¡¯t. Have the jet ready tomorrow evening, we¡¯re flying off to China,¡±

    I heard Hermine squeal on the other end. ¡°You¡¯re taking me on a mission with you? I thought you trained me to be good at staying behind theputer?¡± She teased and I smiled.

    ¡°Would you look at that? It so happens I also need a babysitter, do you think you¡¯re up for the task?¡±

    ¡°Reed, why do you need a babysitter?¡±

    ¡°Aren¡¯t you smart Hermine? You¡¯ll figure it out. I¡¯ll see you tomorrow,¡± I ended the call, not giving Hermine any time to argue. I looked at my watch and it was early in the morning. I hurried up the stairs, pleased to see that my little flower had just gotten out of the shower. She had a towel wrapped around her body, but its length barely covered her ass.

    Her eyes locked with mine through the mirror. At once, she turned and faced me. I didn¡¯t utter a word and just stared at her intensely. And the more I did, the smaller she became in my eyes and I became high on the urge to crush her.

    She began to approach me, however, I stood still. It wasn¡¯t until she was inches away from me and leaning in for a kiss before I spoke up.

    ¡°His body has been disposed of,¡± she stopped, and looked me in the eyes before leaning in again. Her lips barely grazed mine before I grabbed her by the neck, spun her around and mmed her back against the wall. Subsequently, her towel came undone.

    ¡°Tell me, my little flower, are you ready for your punishment?¡± My hold on her neck tightened, and as the nasty slut that she is, a smile appeared on her lips, ultimately turning my cock to rock.

    ¡ª¡ª-

 Bound and fucked

    Reed

    I fucked Zinnia against my bathroom wall. She screamed, her moans echoing through the room and maybe even the entire penthouse. She grabbed a fistful of my hair as she tightened and came all over me, so much so that I thought my hair would fall out.

    My fingerprints on her neck suited her well, almost like a priceless diamond ne. I wanted my prints on her neck for days. I wanted everyone to take one single look at her and know that she has some fucking bastard screwing the brains out of her.

    Perhaps drugging her and forever imprinting my hands on her neck isn¡¯t creepy right? But then again, I couldn¡¯t care less if she or anyone thought it was creepy. She is mine. Her body belongs to me. Her titties, ass and wet sloppy cunt all belong to me and I could do whatever the hell I wanted.

    Zinnia¡¯s breathing still, however, mine didn¡¯t. Lust still clouded my eyes. I wasn¡¯t done with her. Not when she was still standing on her feet. Not when she still looked powered up.N?vel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

    ¡°Follow me,¡± without waiting for a response from her, I led her back to my bedroom and made her sit on the bed. Then I walked back into the walk-in closet where I kept my toys.

    I re-emerged into the room with a ck blindfold with a matching set of handcuffs and leg strap cuffs with bandage restraints.

    Zinnia¡¯s eyes followed me as I walked towards her. I dropped in on the bed and walked back to the closet, letting her imagine just how hard I was about to wreck her. I returned with a ck wireless vibrating virgina plug.

    I smiled as Zinnia¡¯s face morphed into terror.

    ¡°Reed, what are these for?¡± She questioned with a shaky breath. I ignored her question and positioned myself at her centre. I kissed her gently, and she moaned and melted into my arms.

    I seized that opportunity and leaned her into the bed. Then I grabbed the restraints thaty next to her and got into work.

    ¡°I am going to restrain you and fuck you Zinnia. I am going to fuck you so hard that you¡¯d think you¡¯ve gone to hell. Not heaven. I will be bringing heaven to you right now,¡± she got lost in my words because before she realised herself, both of her hands and legs were well fitted in the restrained and all that was left to do was fasten the harness behind her neck, making her have the perfect view of her clit, that way, she will be watching when I slide my cock in her arse.

    ¡°Reed, I don¡¯t think this position isfortable,¡± sheined, but it fell on deaf ears.

    ¡°I don¡¯t need you to befortable. I need you to watch how your ass opens up for my dick,¡± I murmured once the harness was safely tucked behind her neck.

    ¡°In my ass? No Reed. You¡¯re too big. You¡¯re going to wreck me,¡± she protested. I ignored her, already making my way down to her exposed glistering centre.

    I stuck out my tongue and licked from his slit, moving upwards to her clit and scooping out all her juices. I met her gaze through myshes as I pushed two fingers inside her. She moaned and my cocked hardened.

    ¡°You were saying?¡± I teased, reaching out my hand to grab the vibrator. Right when she was about to reply, I pushed the vibrator inside her and immediately powered it up.

    The ¡°zzzzz¡± sound from the vibrator and her moans filled my room.

    ¡°Reed, turn it down, please. It¡¯s too much for me,¡± she begged. I didn¡¯t listen. Maybe, just maybe, this is what she needs to finally understand that she belongs to me.

    My boxers fell to my knees. I used her juices as lube, then allowed some of it to drip down to her ass.

    ¡°Reed, don¡¯t do this, please. I am not ready,¡± Zinnia begged in between moans. I lubed my dick some more with her juices.

    ¡°You know why I want to fuck your tight little ass? Because you don¡¯t want me to. I¡¯m going to fuck it because you asked me not to. I am going to fuck it because you belong to me,¡± I murmured. Zinnia whimpered and her legs shivered. Her pussy is drenched, arousal seeping out of her cunt.

    I positioned my cock over the entrance of her ass. She tensed up.

    ¡°Reed, please-¡± I took the words right out of her mouth by pressing the tip of the vibrator on her clit. She cried out, arching her back and gripping the sheets.

    ¡°I am going to cum, Reed¡± she announced. I allowed the vibrator on her clit for just so long and right when she was about to scream out her orgasm, I pulled out the vibrator.

    She cried out, this time, in disappointment. ¡°Fuck, why did you-?¡±

    I pushed my dick inside her and pulled out. My head was dizzy with lust. The thought of hurting her and forcing my dick inside her ass, even without her consent, clouded my judgement.

    I let a drop of saliva slip past my lips and drop on her slit, running down to her ass. Her ass puckered, swallowing my saliva. Wet and willing, yet very tight butthole. A perfectbination for ten seconds of heaven.

    ¡°Your ass is barely ready for my cock. You poor little thing,¡± I mocked, pushing the vibrator back inside her cunt. As she cried out from the pressure of the vibrator on her clit, I forced my cock inside her ass.

    It was tight. Oh. So. Fucking. Tight. Yet, it weed me. It gripped my cock. I gasp for air, relishing in the painful constriction of my cock inside her ass.

    Zinnia sobs. Tears running down the corner of her eyes. She begs for me to stop, but at the same time, so fucking eager for me to keep going.

    I groaned, one hand moving to her waist to properly pin her down, whilst the other travelled to her neck. Then, I found the perfect rhythm.

    I began pounding inside her ass. Hard and fast. Like a beast that had gone feral. The only thing that ran through my mind at this moment was filling both her holes. But I only had one dick.

    One dick that produced a lot of milk.

    ¡°Reed, it hurts. Please stop,¡± Zinnia cried out.

    ¡°But you take my cock so well, my little flower. It fits like a glove. You¡¯re a slut, aren¡¯t you? My slut.¡±

    My balls tightened. I groaned, tightening my hold on Zinnia¡¯s neck. Both her hands gripped my hand that held her neck, begging me to release. But I didn¡¯t. She deserved to be treated like this.

    My mouth flew open, gasping for air. More tears flowed out of her eyes. Her face was red.

    ¡°Oh, god! You look so beautiful like this. Gasping for air while you take my dick. Come on, cum for me. Bless me with your juices. Let it rain on me,¡± I moaned my orgasm at the peak.

    Onest thrust before I came, I pulled out the vibrator from her pussy. Zinnia squirts all over me, screaming and cursing words at me. I came secondster, filling her ass with my seed.

    We¡¯re both panting. I reached behind her neck and undid the harness of the restraints. Zinnia¡¯s legs are shivering. I removed the blindfold. Our eyes instantly locked.

    ¡°I got the memo,¡± she barely whispered. ¡°I belong to you.¡±

    ¡ª¡ª¨C

 Unconscious

    Zinnia

    Pleasure coursed through my body. My sore legs trembled. A violet orgasm built in the pit of my stomach. I squinted my face and groaned, trying to turn when my feet were abruptly spread apart.

    This time, I groaned in pain but that was quickly reced with pleasure. A finger slipped inside my pussy. And another. And then another. A wet and warm tongue worked magic on my clit, bringing my ecstasy to a whole new level.

    This can¡¯t be a dream. The pleasure that spread through my body felt like wildfire and my sore and trembling legs told me otherwise. And those fingers, sliding inside me. It has to be real.

    Slowly, I opened my eyes. My vision was blurry and nothing around me made any sense. For some reason, my eyes couldn¡¯t stay open.

    The orgasm that was rapidly building abruptly stopped and I sighed in frustration. My eyes fluttered shut, but not before arge silhouette came into view.

    ¡°Reed?¡± I murmured groggily. No reply. I opened my eyes again and struggled to take in my surroundings. I was met with nothing but white plush blinds covering what seemed to be round windows. Where the hell is this ce?

    ¡°Reed?¡± I called out again, this time, panic filled my voice. I struggled to get out of bed but decided against it due to how hard my head hurt. A silhouette appeared before me. A ck mask with drawings of white skulls and bones covering his stood next to me, holding scissors to my face.

    He didn¡¯t have to utter a word, but I knew better than to scream. Not that I could anyway.

    I opened my mouth in a pathetic attempt to scream but a cloth was ced over my nose and I quickly lost consciousness. The next time I opened my eyes, the masked figure stood at my centre, my legs on either side of his shoulders.

    ¡°What-?¡± my voice barely came out as a whisper before he pushed his length inside me. Hard and fast. I moaned, and he held both my legs in ce and repeatedly pounding inside me.

    I opened my mouth to scream for help, but nothing came. Tears came out from either side of my eyes. Who was he? Why was he doing this? And where is Reed? Why did he leave me?

    I shake my head, begging him to stop. But he never did. Whoever he was, he was having the time of his life and with every cry and every shake of my head, he got more aggressive.

    ¡°Please, stop,¡± I begged him, but he showed me no mercy. The only thing that somehow brought me sce in this moment was knowing that once I tell Reed, he would go to the ends of the earth to track this fucker down and kill him in cold blood.

    I didn¡¯t want this. But that didn¡¯t stop my body from betraying me. My legs began to tremble. My cries were muffled with moans and he grunted at this, thrusting deeper and hitting a spot.

    I came. Bloody fucking hell, I came all over his dick, making my juices roll down my slit and to my butthole. He thrust in me some more despite how sensitive I was before pulling out and he appeared next to me, stroking his cock and spilling his seed all over my face.

    He was away from me and disappeared out of sight. I curled into my body and stared into space, the realisation of what just happened dawned on me.

    I was raped. And I came. And Reed didn¡¯te to stop that from happening. At some point, tears began to run down my cheeks. I didn¡¯t stop, not that I tried to stop them anyway. And then, I drifted off to sleep, in hopes that when I woke up, I would be back in my apartment.

    Or in the arms of my stalker. Where, ironically, I feel safe.Property belongs to N?vel(D)r/ama.Org.

    ******

    My eyes fluttered open and I was met with a pair of yin-yan eyes staring down at me. I frowned and a smile appeared on his face.

    ¡°Reed?¡± I mumbled. For a second, I thought I was hallucinating, but he got out of bed and walked towards what I assumed to be a cupboard and returned with a single pill in hand and a ss of water.

    ¡°Drink this..¡± he stretched out his hand and I took the pill. He helped me sit straighter, the duvet covering my body falling off.

    ¡°There was a man¡­.¡± my voice trailed off as Reed ced a hand over his mouth. I popped the pill inside my mouth and pushed it down with water. Once I swallowed in, Reed filled the spot next to me and lowered my back in bed.

    ¡°There was a man in here. He¡­ he¡­¡±

    ¡°Hush now, my little flower. You did so well, baby,¡± Reed stroked my hair as he spoke gently. I crest my brow, trying to make sense of what was happening.

    ¡°What? What are you talking about?¡± I questioned, slowly getting my energy back thanks to the pill I took. It gradually began to make sense, but I refused toe to any conclusion. I needed him to say it.

    ¡°You take my dick so well. Your pussy waters as soon as I touch you. That just confirms that your body is made for me,¡± he continued.

    I managed to sit upright without earning a banging headache. ¡°That was you? You¡­. You?¡± words failed me.

    ¡°That was all me. Despite being unconscious, you moan and rock yourself against my tongue. You did well baby. Now get some sleep, you must be tired,¡± Reed brushed his hands against my eyelids, forcing me to close my eyes.

    ¡°Get your hands off me, you¡­ you¡­¡±

    ¡°What? Can¡¯t say it?¡± he mocked as he rose to his feet and began to aim for a door. As swiftly as I could, I got to my feet.

    ¡°You¡¯re a sick bastard. You raped me!¡± I yelled out, careless of the fact that I was naked before him. His eyes scanned my body, bringing heat to my face.

    ¡°Come on now, my little flower. You know I didn¡¯t rape you. Remember, you came all over my dick and my tongue, I can still taste you on my lips by the way,¡± he smiled, walking towards me and pulling me into his arms.

    He pinched my nipples and as I go to moan, he sealed my lips with his.

    ___________

 Protective

    Zinnia

    I moaned in his mouth, my nipples bing taut under his expert touch. Reed pulled my body further into his ¨C if that was even remotely possible. My legs turned to jelly O and I was grateful that he held me tight against him.

    Arousal spread through my body, sparking like fireworks on the fourth of July. Reed bites my bottom lip hard, making me taste metal, then proceeded to suck it off. In his arms, I felt the safest. I could be free and let go of everything, and think only of him, his hands scavenging my body, fuck!

    I suddenly remembered that I was pissed the fuck out of him. This time, I returned the favour and took his bottom lip in my mouth, biting it as hard as possible and when he cried out in pain, I took that as an opportunity to kick him in the balls.

    ¡°Get off me you sick rapist!¡± I yelled, pushing Reed with all the strength I could muster. Reed stood unfazed by what I¡¯d done. If he was hurt by my kneecaping in contact with his groin, he didn¡¯t show. Instead, he brought a hand to his lips and wiped away the blood that was now dripping down his chin.

    My lips watered and suddenly, my throat went dry with a strong urge to lick it off him.

    ¡°Careful now, my little flower. One would think I really did rape you,¡± he smirked. The fucking bastard and devil of a man smirked, his yin yan eyes zeroing in on me.

    ¡°But you did, you forced yourself on me while I was unconscious,¡±

    ¡°Yet you came. So. Fucking. Hard,¡± he mocked. My cheeks flushed and became hot. ¡°Besides, isn¡¯t that what you fantasised about? Being taken by force while you screamed and begged for help? Tell me, my little flower, are you pissed off at the fact that you couldn¡¯t tell it was me, or because you didn¡¯t know it was me, yet you still came?¡±

    He caught me. The fucking good for nothing son of a bloody bastard caught me. I was speechless, caught in my fantasy.

    ¡°You should dress up, we¡¯rending in China in the next ten minutes,¡± he spoke and I frowned.

    ¡°What do you meannding in China? Where the hell are we?¡± I asked, rushing to the window and gasping when I was met with nothing but clouds.

    ¡°Oh, my little flower, you were so engrossed in my dick inside you that you did not realise the environment you¡¯re in,¡± he teased, walking towards me. His hands make their way to my chin, where he forced me to meet his gaze.

    ¡°You are in my private jet, love. Alex and Hermine are through that door, waiting for you,¡± his lips brushed against mine like a petal before he pulled away and headed for the door.

    ¡°And if you promise to behave yourself, I might let you watch the video of how helpless you looked while I did what I wanted with your body,¡± and with that, he walked away, leaving me alone in the room.

    Without his presence in the room, my senses were graduallying together. I plunged to the bed, trying to remember thest thing that happened. The man he killed in the parking lot. Being tied up in his apartment as he fucked my ass. Then I am in his bathroom and he is shampooing my hair. In no time, he is scooping me in his arms and directing me to his bed. I vividly remember taking pills before bing drowsy and sleepy.

    Had he drugged me? That would make a lot of sense. That would exin why I woke up sore and with a splitting headache.N?vel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

    I groaned and got out of bed, heading for the walk-in closet. For a private jet, it was spacious and well-equipped. Or perhaps, theye like that and I¡¯ve never known because my broke ass has never been in one. Hell, my broke ass can¡¯t even afford an economy seat in a ne.

    In no time, I was walking out of the unmitigated luxurious and exquisite Royal blue themed bedroom and joining Alex and Hermine and Reed inside the lounge of the jet. It was unlike anything I had ever seen. I was in awe of the furniture and facilities it carried.

    A long and detailed elegant table unfolds and extends to settle up to seven persons and the table next to it carries an under-lit bar. Walking past the bar, was a cream-white semi-living room withfy fluffy white couches and sky-blue pillows, creating a home away from home ambience while in the air.

    This was hands down, the craziest thing I¡¯d ever seen. And this belonged to Reed. What exactly does this man do for a living? Certainly, killing people doesn¡¯t make anything this rich.

    Reed pulled me off my thoughts by grabbing my arm and making me sit on hisp. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ears before gently cing a kiss on my lips.

    ¡°Beautiful,¡± he murmured and I could feel my legs gradually turning to jelly. There was something about this man. Something about the way he looked at me. Something about the way he touched me. Every touch of his left a burn on my skin. He was rough, and even in his roughness, I could feel his tenderness.

    ¡°Look who finally decided to join us,¡± Alex¡¯s voice had me tearing my gaze away from Reed and looking in her direction. I gave her a faintugh, all the while, I could still feel Reed¡¯s gaze burning a hole in the side of my head.

    ¡°Your little boyfriend here says you got so drunk you could barely walk, but you look so much better now,¡± Alex teased, bringing her ss to her lips. Hermine who sat next to her, looked at her in awe, stars forming in her eyes.

    ¡°And this private jet? Abso-fucking-lutely gobsmacked!¡± she gushed, downing the contents of her ss and refilling before speaking up, this time, referring to Reed.

    ¡°I swear, I hate you from the depth of my soul, but if this is the life Zinnia gets to live while being with you, then by all means, you have my blessings. But make no mistake, I will slice your neck open if you hurt her,¡± Alex warned, giving Reed a dead stare before bursting out inughter.

    I smiled at Alex¡¯s attempt at protecting me. It showed that she cared about me. And so does Reed. I may not know him well, but I know for a fact that he would never hurt me, and will not hesitate to erase anyone who does.

    __________

 Loving Zinnia

    Reed

    ¡°As per my records, Roman Slovov is organising a banquet at his manor somewhere in the province,¡± Hermine murmured as soon as we locked gaze. My hands tucked inside my pockets; I took long strides to meet her at her desk.

    It has been over four hours since wended in China. As soon as we reached my newly acquired estate and our luggage and room partitioned, Hermine began working on tracking down Roman.

    The bastard was quite mobile. Since Herminest searched on him, the bastard has moved to three hotels. I couldn¡¯t help but wonder the reason behind his movements. Clearly, he wasn¡¯t worried about a certain bounty hunter on his tail and a bullet ready for him, right?

    ¡°As you will know, ess is quite tight,¡±

    A tight smile crept on my lips. ¡°Figured. Anything seems out of the ordinary to you?¡± I questioned, cing my right hand on the desk, then resting my body weight on that hand to get a peek at her screen.

    ¡°Depends. Does Mad Hunt¡¯s presence at this banquet seem out of the ordinary to you?¡± Hermine questioned, amusement evident in her voice while she ducked her head and took a peek at me.

    ¡°You bet your ass it does,¡± I answered. For some reason, that made me excited, yet, suspicious. I patted Hermine on the shoulder, urging her to her feet. I looked at the list carefully, looking for any names that I might havee across. And boy, were there a handful.

    Getting on my feet, I spoke to Hermine. ¡°Good job. Get us inside that banquet. You inclusive. Something tells me Mad Hunt is up to something and I¡¯ll be darned if I miss it. I¡¯ll be in my room getting ready. Get back to me if anything fishyes up,¡± I gave Hermine an encouraging pat on the shoulder before walking out of the small study.

    Not too long ago, I acquired this duplex in the heart of Guangzhou. Not that I liked China, no. What I didn¡¯t like, was lodging in hotels and guesthouses whenever I go out of town for business. The reason why I had properties in almost every country.

    Currently, Zinnia and Alex are taking a walk, admiring the beauty China has to offer. Now, they were at the skywalk ss bridge and the waterfall view. I would know this because I had ess to Alex¡¯s phone. Extreme, I know, maybe even a little unorthodox.

    What she did with her life was the least of my concerns. But tracing her phone was a subsidiary measure for me to know where Zinnia was, especially at times when she didn¡¯t have her phone on her.

    Myptop opened before me, I minimised the page that had the tracker on Alex and Zinnia. I suddenly remembered a name whilst going through the list of invitees for Roman¡¯s banquet.

    Jeremy Automask. The search bar says he was a reputable man. Owned businesses here and there and even made a few donations for the Internally Disced Persons who were affected by the Ambazonian crises in Cameroon.

    The next article was still on Jeremy, but this time, with Roman Slovov on a skiing trip to Budapest. Something about the way they smiled and shook hands told me they did more than skiing.

    And now he was attending a ball organised by Roman?

    My phone vibrated in my pocket and I took it out. It was Hermine. She had sent a photo of the said Jeremey Automask, but this time, with Mad Hunt. I furrowed my brows digesting the picture from Hermine. And then, her call came in.

    ¡°Like what you see?¡± Hermine murmured as soon as I pressed the phone against my ear.

    ¡°What the hell are they ying at?¡± I asked.

    ¡°My guess? They¡¯re double-crossing each other.¡± I nodded at this.

    ¡°Exin,¡±N?velDrama.Org: owner of this content.

    ¡°As you might have noticed by now, Jeremy and Roman seem to be buddies, and since Mad is trying to take Roman out, he¡¯s trying to use Jeremy to get to Roman. And the same might be for Roman as well. He might have figured Jeremy has ties to Mad someone and he¡¯s using that to his advantage.¡±

    ¡°And since Roman and Jeremy are friends, his men will never suspect him to be Roman¡¯s killer. They would pin the me on Mad, but they¡¯llck evidence to tie him to it,¡± I finalised.

    ¡°And there you have it!¡± Hermine exined. ¡°Damn, working behind aputer has never been so fulfilling,¡± she added.

    I let the methodology of our conversation ring in my head like the bells of Christmas. Something wasn¡¯t adding up. What did Zinnia have to do with this? What business does Roman have targeting her? It didn¡¯t make any sense.

    ¡°Hermine, does Jeremy have a history of dealing with thugs of Roman¡¯s calibre?¡±

    ¡°You mean skin trafficking? You can say the word, Reed. For someone who gets high from killing people, you censor a lot,¡±

    I rolled my eyes at Hermine¡¯s words. ¡°Does Jeremy enjoy fucking helpless women in cages and slicing their skin off with a de?¡± I rephrased my statement. I could almost feel Hermine gag in disgust through the phone.

    ¡°Okay, I know I asked you not to censor your words, but I didn¡¯t need to know all the graphic details,¡±

    I sighed in frustration. ¡°Bloody hell, Hermine! Pick a side and then run with it,¡±

    ¡°My god, I think I just came a little. Getting on your nerves is such a turn-on,¡± Hermine mocked and now it was my turn to gag at that image. ¡°But to answer your questions, yes. Jeremy seems to have ties with John Mcry and many others, although there¡¯s nothing linking these people directly to skin trade,¡±

    ¡°There¡¯s no smoke without fire. Thank you, Hermine. I should get ready. You should too,¡± I was about to end the call when Hermine spoke up.

    ¡°You must love her if you¡¯re ready to get involved with the Russians,¡±

    I didn¡¯t have to ask to know what Hermine meant. Did I love Zinnia? I couldn¡¯t say for certain and I didn¡¯t want to think that much about it. I just know the thought of anyone touching her makes my skin crawl as though I had roaches all over it. I want to hurt her. I want to break her. I want her to cry because of me. I want to be the reason why she¡¯s awake most of the night. I want memories of me haunting her. I want my mark on her skin.

    You can¡¯t love someone and hurt them. But what if it¡¯s the good kind of hurt? Did that even exist? I mean, it can. Love is what you make of it. It could mean a lot of things. So, maybe I want to hurt her because I love her. Or maybe, I am just fucked up like that.

    ¡°You should get ready, Hermine,¡± I say, and ended the call.

    ¡ª¨C

 Red flag

    Zinnia

    I stood in the bathroom, staring at my reflection in the mirror. nk eyes stared right back at me. I sucked in a breath as I brought the gold tted gown I brought earlier on my walk with Alex.

    It fit me like a glove. It hugs all the right curves of my body. Putting the dress aside, I went back to staring at myself in the mirror. I tried recalling how my life had been before Reed ever came into the picture.

    It was boring. n. I realised I had fallen into a pattern that even an eighty-year-old in a retirement home would find monotonous. But I had managed to make it work. Go to work, closete, sleep in and would only wake up when it was time to check into work.

    But now, I couldn¡¯t imagine ever going back to that. I would lose my fucking senses. Reed, despite his rough exterior and how fucked up he is, has brought some sort of meaning to my life. And I liked it. True, he has killed people, some, in front of me, others, he made me watch, but that has been the most exciting thing I have experienced.

    I remember him telling me I would be just as psychotic as him. Perhaps, I already am. I mean, I think killing people is exciting.

    ¡°Oh my God, Zinnia! What are all these marks on your body?¡± Alex¡¯s voice from the doorway made me gasp. Instantly, I looked away from the mirror and struggled to find something to cover my naked body.

    ¡°Is it him? Did he do all this to you?¡± Alex walked further into the room, concern written all over her face. I couldn¡¯t look her in the eyes. I wasn¡¯t about to exin that he had in fact, done these things to my body, and I loved every second of it.

    ¡°Alex, what are you doing here? I thought you were getting ready for the ball,¡± I hoped my response would deter her from the marks on my body. But it didn¡¯t.

    ¡°I was, until I decided toe check up on you. Don¡¯t change the subject. Did he do this to you? Is he forcing you to be with him?¡± Alex asked, grabbing my arms and inspecting my body.

    There were bruises on my neck, and my wrists from the bondage restraints he used on me the day before, on my thighs and my back. In total, there were about fifteen. I could give an approximate number because I have spent most of my days dreaming about every bruise and how it came about.

    ¡°It¡¯s nothing, Alex. You don¡¯t have to worry about it,¡± I replied, hugging the coverall I¡¯d found close to my body. I tried walking past her to upy myself with the dresses I bought, but she grabbed my arm.

    ¡°Talk to me Zinnia. Is he hurting you? Is he doing anything you don¡¯t want? Is he forcing you?¡±

    ¡°No! My God, no Alex. Reed would never do that,¡± I said, then realised that was a lie. He did force himself on me. He snuck into my house, picked my body with scissors while he fucked me with his hands. As if that wasn¡¯t enough, he kidnapped me, chained me and¡­

    ¡°Zinnia, do you trust me?¡± Alex stared at me. I mean, really stared at me. And, I felt guilty, for lying to her face, even after I promised to be honest. Even after knowing she was worried about me.

    ¡°I trust you, Alex,¡± I replied. She sighed in relief, then grabbed both my hands and led me towards the bed. Once we sat, she kissed the back of my hands before gently caressing it.

    ¡°I lost a friend. She was in an abusive rtionship. I saw the signs. I saw the bruises on her body, but whenever I asked, she told me it was nothing. That they were experimenting. It wasn¡¯t after her burial that I read her diary and I found out he was abusing her,¡± Alex¡¯s eyes watered.

    ¡°I don¡¯t want that for you, Zinnia. I lost a friend once and I don¡¯t think I would be able to forgive myself if I lost you too. All these bruises on your body, Zinnia, I refuse to believe it¡¯s just nothing. I refuse to believe everything is fine. It doesn¡¯t matter if you are in a rtionship, consensual non-consent is rape, Zinnia. Leave now, before it¡¯s toote. I don¡¯t want to lose you,¡±

    This time, it was me who got teary-eyed. I have never had anyone worry for me like Alex did, and every passing day, she shows me more love than I ever thought possible. I didn¡¯t want her to worry for me. These marks on my body are a result of the things Reed and I do, even though, I am unconscious for the most part. But I want it. I wanted every second of it, and I enjoyed it. Does that still count as rape?

    Reed, despite his rough and cold exterior, I would like to believe has a heart of gold. True, killing people doesn¡¯t really meet the qualities of having a kind heart, but I mean, he doesn¡¯t kill for fun right? If he killed them, then they deserved it right?

    At least, I¡¯d like to believe that.

    I leaned in, my hand still entangled in Alex¡¯s and brushed my lips against her cheeks. As I pulled away, I freed one of my hands and dried her eyes.N?vel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

    ¡°I love you, Alex. I do. I have never had this kind of affection you¡¯re giving me. I promise you; that these marks aren¡¯t what you think they are. Reed hasn¡¯t done anything I haven¡¯t asked him to. Everything that has happened between us has been consensual,¡±

    Liar! Fucking on the ne wasn¡¯t consensual. You asked him to stop.

    I pushed those thoughts away from my mind. ¡°He¡¯s not the man you paint him to be,¡± I added.

    ¡®You¡¯re right, he¡¯s way worse than that¡¯ my subconscious counteracted and again, I tried to push those thoughts away.

    Alex looked at me doubtfully, finding it hard to believe what I had just said. She sucked in a breath and released her hand from mine.

    ¡°I don¡¯t know, something about him eeks me. He¡¯s like, a major walking red g,¡± she dried her eyes as she spoke.

    A smile crept to my lips. ¡°You¡¯ve got to admit, I look pretty good in red. Plus, red screams party.¡± I finalised and Alex burst into a fit ofughter.

    I really do love this girl.

    _________

 Romanéˆ¥æªš Banquet I

    Reed

    ¡°Notice anything weird,¡± I spoke into the little device imnted in my ear. It was so tiny, that no one, even if they stood mere inches from me, wouldn¡¯t notice. I stood next to the bar, where I had a view of everything, but most especially, at my little flower.

    She looked so fucking beautiful in the dress she had on. It was a ck ankle-length gown, entuated with blinks that sparkled with every movement she made. The front had arge cut, passing through her cleavage and ending at her navel. And the slit on the leg did nothing to cover her thigh. If she moved an inch, I would see her pants.

    And while she looked like a fucking goddess, I didn¡¯t want all these perverts¡¯ eye-fucking her. It made my blood boil with rage, seeing how they looked at her. And Roman, that fucking bastard hasn¡¯t taken his eyes off her. I wonder if he knows she is my girl. The one he has his eyes set on.

    The urge to approach Zinnia was strong, and with everyughter, apanied by her emptying a ss of champagne, proved more difficult. I wanted nothing more than to snarl my arms around her waist, pull her into me and kiss the hell out of her.

    ¡°You know, you are no different from these men eye fucking her,¡± Hermine¡¯s voicees through my ears. I downed the contents of my ss and took another.

    ¡°Get to the point,¡± I answer, my eyes back on Zinnia. She had just emptied her ss and was asking for another. That was her fifth ss, and knowing how horrendous her tolerance to alcohol was, I knew she would start acting out soon.

    ¡°Nothing worth the while for now. I spotted Mad with Jeremy a while back, but they were in thepany of others. Do you need me to zoom in and capture what they¡¯re saying?¡± Hermine asked as I once again emptied my ss.

    I fisted my hands, my knuckles gradually turning white. There was a fucking asshole talking to Zinnia. And the slut that she wasughing at whatever that asshat was saying. Rage building through my body and settling in my groin, I emptied the ss and spoke to Hermine.N?vel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

    ¡°You do that and get back to me,¡± I lightly tapped on the device in my ear to disconnect from the call with Hermine. Pocketing my hands in my pants, I walked towards Zinnia. The smile on her face disappeared and her posture tensed as soon as she noticed me.

    ¡°Ladies,¡± I greeted warmly, smiling at Alex and then turned to Zinnia with an unreadable expression.

    ¡°Reed, nice of you to join us. We were just having a conversation with¡­.¡± Alex trailed, falling off her sentence as she realised she hadn¡¯t gotten the name of whoever she was chatting with.

    ¡°It¡¯s nice to meet you,¡± I said to the man, despite knowing his name. ¡°Mind if I borrow her from you?¡± I spoke to Alex, my right hand making its way to her exposed lower back. She tensed at my touch, instantly making my cock hard. Fuck!

    ¡°Of course,¡± Alex replied with a smile stered on her face.

    My hand still on Zinnia¡¯s lower back, I led her up the stairs. I had a blueprint of Roman¡¯s manor, and that was how I came to know about the rooms on the third floor. There were five to be exact. Four seem to be habituated, except for one which seems to be out of bounce. And that was the room I was aiming for.

    Whatever he kept hidden in that room, I was going to find.

    ¡°Reed, I promise, it was just a friendly conversation, nothing else,¡± my little flower begins to exin as soon as I mmed the door shut and turned the doorknob.

    A devilish smile crept on my cheeks as I approached her, my hands making their way to my back pocket where I hid my gun.

    ¡°Is it now? Did you see how he eye fucked you?¡± I asked, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her hair backwards.

    ¡°Reed! You¡¯re ruining my hair. They took me forever to fix,¡± she grumbled and I couldn¡¯t help theughter that rolled off lips.

    ¡°I have a loaded gun in the back of my trousers, ready to fire a shot and you¡¯re worried about your hair? Your priorities are a little misced, don¡¯t you think, my little flower?¡± she swallowed a gulp, her body tensing against mine.

    ¡°Are you going to kill him?¡± she asked, her voice trembling with fear as the gun was now ced on her temple. It amazed me how she knew I wouldn¡¯t shoot her. Of course, I wouldn¡¯t, but the asshole who dare to look at her.

    ¡°If I do, his blood will be on you,¡± I crashed my lips against hers, seizing the speech right out of her mouth. She moaned and melted into my arms, the memory of my gun pressed to her temple nothing but a distant memory.

    Briefly, the door to the room we were in creaked open. Swiftly, I tapped on the button on my ear and Hermine¡¯s voice came through.

    ¡°He¡¯s one of Roman¡¯s guys. He¡¯s been following you since you walked in,¡±

    My lips travelled to Zinnia¡¯s neck. She arched, granting me more ess. As the figure approached us, thinking I hadn¡¯t noticed him, I swiftly drifted the gun, meticulously aiming for his skull and fired the shot.

    His body dropped to the ground and Zinnia shuddered in my arms. Her eyes drifting to the dead body next to us, she brought her hands to her mouth.

    ¡°What?¡± Her body trembled, clearly in shock at what happened. ¡°You killed him!¡± She mumbled.

    ¡°Thank you for stating that fact,¡± I retorted, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her back to where she stood a few seconds ago. This time, I positioned the gun under her chin.

    ¡°Never interrupt my happy time with something so worthless. Now, do you believe me when I say I will kill anyone who eye fucks you?¡± My lips were inches away from hers and I knew that smelling the alcohol on my breath, coupled with what she had just witnessed, was driving her insane. Zinnia was drawn to danger. It was something she was beginning to crave. Something she couldn¡¯t live without.

    And knowing that I baptised her into it, made me so fucking hard.

    ¡ª¡ª¨C

 Romanéˆ¥æªš Banquet II

    Zinnia

    I shouldn¡¯t be this aroused. My thighs shouldn¡¯t be dripping from what I just witnessed. But it did. The body lying a few meters away from us only seem to heighten my need for Reed and with the gun that took his life once again pressed to my temple, I was seconds away from cumming.

    Reed is too toxic. A walking red g like Alex had rightly mentioned. He was dangerous. A psychopath. If he possessed a soul, it would be dark. But despite knowing all this, I still craved him. I craved the danger and the thrill that came with him. I craved the blood that flowed wherever he walked. I craved it so badly. I was addicted, and having more of that addiction seemed to the be only cure.

    ¡°You¡¯re crazy,¡± I murmured. His lips carved upwards and I knew he found my remark amusing. But being the ducking bastard that he is, a smile never grazed his lips. Although it doesn¡¯t suit him, Reed knows how obsessed I am with his smile, yet, he taunts me with it, never letting me see the way his scarred face and yin-yan eyes light up.

    ¡°That I am, my little flower. I fucking am,¡±

    In a swift movement, he seals my lips with his, swirling my senses around his lips on mine. His tongue invading my mouth sends shivers down my spine. My dresses loose and secondster, my bare breast is pressed against the wall. And then, I feel his breath on the crook of my neck.

    With the gun, he explores my body. Goosebumps spread through my body as he journeys downwards to the ce where I need him most.

    ¡°I am crazy, Zinnia. Unhinged if you will. You belong to me. I own you,¡± he¡¯s murmuring, the tip of the gun is pressed to my butt cheek.

    The pit of my stomach is clouded with anticipation, waiting for his next move. With his hand holding the gun still pressed to my butt cheek, his free hand finds its way to my slit.

    A groan escapes his mouth from the moist between my legs. He grabs my clit and pinches it hard. I cry out in pain and Reed caresses my clit. But I don¡¯t want caresses. I want the pain. I need him to hurt me.

    ¡°Your cunt is so wet. Tell me, Zinnia, did I make you wet? Or is it the body next to you? Is it the thrill of knowing that anyone could waltz in here and find us?¡± Reed whispered, his fingers back at my slit, stroking and pinching, recing the pain from pinching my clit with his fingers sliding inside me.

    Moaning, I rub my behind against his erection, I curve my head sideways, granting ess to his warm tongue to explore my neck. My hands travel to his neck, wailing as his finger is now rapidly thrusting inside me.

    ¡°Please,¡± I begged. I wasn¡¯t sure what I was begging for exactly, but whatever it was, I desperately needed it.

    ¡°Please what? Please I should fuck you with this gun and make you cum?¡± he whispered. I tensed, not at his fingers roughly thrusting inside me, but from what he just said.

    ¡°Do you want this gun that killed him inside you? Does it excite you knowing that the trigger might go off while the gun is inside you?¡± he mithered, pulling out his finger from inside me and bringing it to my clit.

    ¡°No, Reed. Don¡¯t y with something¡­¡±

    ¡°Tell me¡­¡± Reed began, his voice trailing off. He flipped me and this time, my back was pressed to the wall. His left hand was on my neck, squeezing hard and seizing the breath from my lungs.

    My eyes were glued to the body lying on the floor. Subsequently, I hear Reed load the gun before positioning it at my centre.

    ¡°Reed, no. Don¡¯t y like that.¡± I say through strained breathing.

    He ignored my remark and murmured. ¡°Tell me, Zinnia. Are you willing to die for me?¡± and without further ado, he thrust the gun inside me.

    The fear of knowing that it could go off at any second and his hand on my neck, sucking the air away from my lungs whilst tears ran down the corners of my eyes made me enjoy the fucked-upness of this situation.Owned by N?velDrama.Org.

    I opened my mouth to breathe. Despite the dark spots clouding my vision, I was having a hard time deciding where to focus my gaze. On the dead body, or the pair of mismatched eyes boring daggers into my soul.

    ¡°I am fucking you with the gun that killed him. And for every life you make me take, be prepared to get fucked by the tool that kills them,¡±

    ¡°Reed¡­¡± I muttered. I was seconds away from passing out. Breathing through my mouth was not enough to prevent it. Both my hands flew to Reed¡¯s hand that was grabbing my neck.

    I struggled to kick my feet against him for a release, but he had me well cornered.

    ¡°Stop fighting it and take the gun like my good little slut. Come on, cum all over it. Lube this gun with your juices, you dirty little slut,¡± he growled, his hold on my neck tightening.

    It happened too fast. The most intense and violent orgasm I had ever experienced. I was gagging, tears running down my face, my hands still on Reed¡¯s whilst I violently shook against him.

    He never relented in his effort. Despite me mithering and almost convulsing in his arms, Reed doesn¡¯t stop thrusting the gun inside me. He doesn¡¯t release his hold on my neck and right when I am about to give into oblivion, he frees my neck, however, the gun is still inside me.

    Slowly, Ie down from my high. I try to steady my rasped breath. Reed is thrusting slowly inside me, his breath strained.

    After a while, he finally pulls the gun out of me. My eyes momentarilynded on the corpse on the floor before meeting his. His mismatched orbs are filled with lust so dark that it instantly stirs up my arousal once again.

    Reed steps away from me, making me miss his warmth. He finally graces me with his smile which I so dearly long for.

    ¡°My good little slut,¡± hemented. Heat rushed to my cheeks. His hand raised, the gun that was inside me seconds ago and lubed with my juices was now pointed at me. I frowned, fear spreading through my naked body.

    ¡°What are you doing, Reed? Put the gun down,¡± I spoke, praising myself for sounding brave.

    ¡°Why? I thought you were ready to die for me, my little flower?¡± heughed. I could barely utter a word before he pulled the trigger and everything went dead.

    _________

 Romanéˆ¥æªš Banquet III

    Zinnia

    Am I dead?

    I stood frozen in the room, my eyes wide with disbelief. The room seemed to blur as my mind struggled to process the reality of things unfolding before me. Time slowed. A heavy silence settled in, only broken by the sound of a melodiousughter filling my ears.

    My whole body trembled, leaving me in a state of shock. A disconnection from the world around me. Maybe I have died and I was in heaven. That would exin the angelic sound resonating in my ears, forcing me to feel the weight of the ground beneath me.

    At a slow pace, my surroundings settled in. My eyesnded on Reed, whose head was thrown backwards as heughed out. The realisation of what he had done and the shock I felt earlier was quickly reced with anger.

    It brimmed, smokeing out of my ears. The urge to seize the gun from his hand and shove it up his ass sounded so tempting.

    ¡°You fucking asshole,¡± I grumbled. Somehow, my anger only seemed to entertain him, and the knowledge that he was birthing in my terror vexed me. With a scowl on my face, my eyes zeroed on in him, shooting daggers in his direction.

    Digesting from hisughter, he approached me. ¡°Damn, seeing you so scared makes me so fucking hard. I want nothing more than to bend you and fuck you in the ass,¡± he whispered cockily, the sound of his words sending tingles throughout my body, making me forget I was fucking pissed at him.

    He brought the gun to my lips. I shuddered.

    ¡°Shhhh,¡± Reed traced the gun on the outline of my lips and I knew he could sense my uneasiness. I hear the sound of the gun loading

    ¡°Open up for me, little flower,¡± Reed ordered. On cue, my lips spread apart and he ducked the gun inside my mouth, my mind immediately forgetting what happened a few seconds ago. Staring into his mismatched orbs, I licked the tip of the gun, tasting myself on it.

    Reed¡¯s eyes darkened. My ego skyrocketed. His reaction made me aroused, knowing that he wanted nothing more than to rece the gun in my mouth with his thick veiny cock.

    ¡°Fuck!¡± Reed¡¯s voice came out raspy. He pulled the gun away from my mouth and I sighed.

    As if nothing had happened, Reed fixed up his suit and tucked the gun in the back of his trousers. He fixed his tie, his gaze never leaving mine.

    ¡°Get dressed!¡± he ordered.

    For the next few minutes, neither one of us uttered a word to each other. However, with every movement I made, I could feel Reed¡¯s gaze on me. It was intense and although I was dressing up, he was undressing me with his gaze and fucking me senseless in his mind.

    ¡°Are you going to leave that there?¡± I asked, ruffling my hands through my hair to give it a little bit of volume.N?velDrama.Org: owner of this content.

    ¡°Yes! I am sending a message to someone. I hope they find it,¡± he replied. Reed walked over to the body and searched his pocket. He removed a small pocket knife and then stooped beside the body.

    He unbuttoned the shirt from the body and began to carve something on it. Once done, he rose to his feet and the initials RD could be seen, crimson spilling out from it.

    The next thing I know, Reed is grabbing my arm and leading me out of the room. We walked down the stairs in silence and in no time, we were back in the banquet.

    Snarling his hand around my waist, he pulled me into him and then leaned in for my ear. ¡°I better not catch you smiling at any man here,¡± Reed warned and the next thing I know, I was all to myself, searching the crowd for Alex.

    I spotted Alex on the dance floor. For a split second, I thought of joining her but decided against it. Instead, I headed for the bar, making a mental note not to smile at anyone. Thest thing I wanted was Reed killing someone else.

    But, why did he bring me here if he was just going to leave me on my own? He didn¡¯t want me interacting with anyone else, yet, he wouldn¡¯t stay with me. So what? Did he expect me to stare at faces all night long and not interact with anyone?

    His words from earlier stirred in my brain. What did he mean when he said he was sending a message to someone? Was it possible that he was here on a mission? Did that man he killed his mission?

    But, why would he risk doing it here? Parties of this sort have never been my business, but one thing I know is, security is always top-notch. And in most movies I¡¯ve watched, there were always cameras installed.

    Perhaps, the room we were in earlier had cameras. Maybe it didn¡¯t and there were cameras in the hallway instead. Regardless, if anyone found that body in there, it would immediately be linked to us.

    I should be scared at the thought. But for some reason, I wasn¡¯t. I knew Reed had everything under control. He would never let anything bad happen to me. I trusted him to know that, just as he had made that guy he killed in the alley disappear, he was going to do the same with this one.

    Wrapped up in my thoughts, I hadn¡¯t realised I had emptied the ss and someone had approached me.

    ¡°Why is a beautiful girl like you all by herself?¡±

    The voice came from my left, so I directed my attention in that direction. For a man in his mid-forties, he was handsome, with dark brown curly hair and a beard to match. He shed me a pearl white smile, one which I didn¡¯t reciprocate.

    I knew Reed was in the crowd, and although for most of the time I couldn¡¯t see him, I knew he was watching. Now, more than ever someone has approached me.

    ¡°I don¡¯t mean to be rude, but I am not in a mood to talk,¡± I said. This man doesn¡¯t know it, but I am protecting his life by having him stay away from me.

    ¡°Oh, and she¡¯s feisty at that. Tell me sweet angel, what is your name and who are you here with? I am the reason behind this banquet and I know every one of my invitees,¡± he added, this time, resting his right hand on the counter.

    I pursed my lips. ¡°I came as a plus one. Now, if you don¡¯t mind, I should find my date,¡± I spoke, then grabbed my purse and was about to leave when he grabbed my arm.

    ¡°Come on, stay with me for-¡±

    ¡°Roman! For everything you hold dear to life, get your hands off my girl before I cut it off and shove it down your ass,¡± Reed¡¯s cold and angry voice came from behind, sending shivers down my spine.

    ¡ª¡ª¡ª

 Accident

    Reed

    Seeing Roman Slovov, that fucker, approached Zinnia made my blood boil. It took more than a sextillion breathing exercises to calm me down.

    And his hands on her? That was something I would never tolerate. Already, tearing this ce down was more than enough self-restraint than I could muster.

    Roman wore a smug smile on his face. He found my rage amusing to him.

    ¡°Reed, your girl? Are you her plus one?¡± he spoke in a mockery and provocative tone, then directed his attention to Zinnia.

    ¡°He¡¯s your plus one? Tell me, do you happen to be Zinnia?¡± he asked, cocking his brows.

    A cute frown appeared on Zinnia¡¯s face. I watched her open her mouth and close it, something she did whenever she was lost for words.

    ¡°You know me?¡± she finally voiced out.

    ¡°I do, as everyone here. You¡¯re quite-¡±

    I stepped in between Roman and Zinnia. ¡°That¡¯s enough, Roman. You have one second to get the fuck out of my face before I repaint this room with your blood,¡± I murmured, stepping closer to him.

    Roman is a coward. Always has been and that would never change. But right now, just this instance, that cowardice was reced with bravery, knowing that he has finally found that one thing. That thing that could make even the cruellest of all killers vulnerable.

    He smiled and stuck out his hand to me for a handshake. ¡°It was nice running into you,¡± he said. When he realised, I wasn¡¯t apt to take his hand, he retreated, then looked past me at Zinnia and smiled. He brought his index and middle finger to the side of his head and gave me a wave and then he was off.

    ¡°Reed, I swear, he approached me and- ¡± Zinnia began to speak but stopped when I stuck up my hand. I tapped the device on my ear.

    ¡°Hermine, get the jet ready, we¡¯re flying back to America this fucking instant,¡± I ordered then turned to Zinnia. ¡°Where the hell is Alex?¡± I asked.

    Zinnia froze. I hadn¡¯t meant for my voice to be so cold and stern, but I was fucking pissed. It was a part of me she was yet to see and she knew better than to get on my nerves.

    ¡°She¡¯s somewhere on the dance floor, I¡¯ll go find-¡°She began to walk away when I grabbed her arm.

    ¡°No. I¡¯m going with you. Starting today, you don¡¯t move an inch without me knowing,¡± I murmured and grabbed her arm, leading her to the dance floor.

    Everyone stared at us. Those fucking perverted assholes stared at Zinnia. If there was anyone out there who didn¡¯t know about her, they certainly did now. Because of me, her cover was blown, and now every single person who has a bone to pick with me knows where to hit.

    Dammit! I shouldn¡¯t have brought her here. Nine circles of hell, what in the holy hell was I thinking?

    I spotted Alex at the bar flirting with one of Roman¡¯s guests. Once herpanion saw me approach them, he immediately tensed and stood straighter.

    ¡°Alex,¡± I called out coldly. I shot daggers to thepanion and he fled, like the chicken he is.

    ¡°We¡¯re leaving,¡± I said and began to walk past her.

    ¡°Uh, no the fuck we¡¯re not! I was having fun,¡± she contradicted. I tightened my hand that was conjoined with Zinnia¡¯s. From the corner of my peripheral, I could see her shake her head, silently begging her friend toply.

    ¡°That wasn¡¯t up for discussion. Now move your skinny legs before I put a bullet in them,¡±

    She folded her arms and stood on one leg. ¡°I don¡¯t know who the fuck you think you are, but you don¡¯t tell me what to do. Your threats might have worked with Zinnia, but over my fucking dead body shall I bid to them,¡±

    I growled, ready to take a step towards her and grabbed her by the hair out of this ce when Zinnia ced her hand on our already conjoined hands.

    ¡°Alex, please. Just listen to him. We need to leave,¡± Zinnia uttered next to me. Her shoulders slumping in defeat, Alex shot me a dead re that didn¡¯t leave me unaffected and stormed past me. Rolling my eyes, Zinnia and I followed behind her.

    The car was already waiting for you outside Roman¡¯s estate. Hermine sat at the steering, a strained smile on her face. I nodded to her before opening the door for Alex and Zinnia to get in.

    ¡°I should drive. Knowing Roman, he would have someone on our tail and I¡¯ll best know how to rail them off,¡± I spoke.

    Without uttering a word, Hermine got out of the driver side and made it to the passenger side. In no time, we were on the highway.

    Just as expected, Roman had someone on our tail. Only Hermine had picked up on that fact and I tried my best to derail them from our tail. But whoever was on the wheel seemed to be an expert.

    They were closing in on us. I stepped on the pedal and changed gears. At the next intersection, I abruptly turned, bncing Zinnia and Alex to the left.

    ¡°Motherfucker! Slow the fuck down, you¡¯re going to kill us,¡± Alex verbalised annoyingly. From the rearview mirror, I shot her a dead re.

    I hit the brakes, but for some reason, the car wouldn¡¯t slow down. Roman¡¯s men were rapidly closing in on us, so, again, I stepped on the pedal to put some distance between us. Again, they closed in on us.

    A loud thud sounded through, making Alex gasp.

    ¡°What the hell was that,¡± she rambled. Hermine, who was seated next to me, clutched tightly to her seatbelt and shot me a worrisome look.

    I stepped on the pedal again, but the car wouldn¡¯t speed up this time. It quickly dawned on me that he had tampered with our car. Whenever they were close, the brakes and the pedal won¡¯t work, as though they were controlling my car.

    ¡°Fucking asshole! He tampered with our car,¡± I murmured. I hadn¡¯t meant to be so loud, because at once, Zinnia and Alex began rambling, making it impossible for me to think.

    Another thud came through again, almost bncing us off the road. I was so wrapped up in putting some distance between our vehicles that I hadn¡¯t realised we were quickly approaching the stop signals.

    ¡°Reed! Fuck, slow down. That¡¯s a stop signal. The light just turned red!¡± Zinnia yelled from behind, trepidation evident in her voice.

    ¡°Oh my God! Reed! Slow the fuck down,¡± it was Alex who yelled this time.

    Repeatedly, I stepped on the brakes, hoping for some miracle. But it never came. Another thud came through right before we passed the red light.

    Big bright headlights shed through the car. The loud hunk from the trucking our way at full speed spread panic in the car.

    Thest thing I hear and felt before everything turned dark was Zinnia calling out to me and her hand clutching to my suit.

    Our car tumbled off the road and a dreadful silence ensued.N?velDrama.Org: owner of this content.

    ¡ª¡ª¡ª

 Aftermath

    Reed

    ¡°Zinnia,¡± I yelled out, struggling to get out of the harness of my seatbelt. A high-pitched sound echoed into my ears, at the same time, causing an excruciating pain all over my body from the shock of the car capsizing.

    Next to me, Hermine groaned. I watched her lips move, but I could barely hear a thing. My thought at that moment, was making sure Zinnia was conscious.

    ¡°Zinnia, say something dammit,¡± I screamed more forcefully. Now free from the hold of the seatbelt, I jolted backwards, ignoring the terrible ache in my body. I managed to grab Zinnia¡¯s arms and abruptly shook them, yet no response from her.

    ¡°What¡­¡± Alex murmured from the backseat. Her body was turned upside down with her neck in a bad position.

    I gasped when someone jammed my side door. I turned to find Hermine struggling to open my side of the door. I frowned, mentally questioning how she had managed to get out of her side of the car, but more importantly, how she was so active.

    ¡°Forget about me. Try opening Zinnia¡¯s side of the door. She¡¯s still not awake,¡± I said to Hermine. Immediately, she rushed to Zinnia¡¯s side of the door.

    I climbed out of the car from Hermine¡¯s side. First, I helped Alex out of the car and rushed over to Hermine.

    ¡°Tend to Alex, I¡¯ll take care of this,¡± I murmured.

    ¡°Zinnia. Baby, wake up,¡± I whispered, gently tapping her cheeks through the window. With no response from my little flower, I got restless and frustrated. I rose to my feet and took five steps backwards, ruffling my hands through my hair, trying to figure out a means to get her out of the car.

    Growling, I stormed for the vehicle, grabbed the door and forcefully pulled it out, screaming at the top of my voice. Finally, the door came out and I hurriedly dropped to the ground.

    ¡°Baby,e on, wake up. I need you to wake up,¡± I was a little rough tapping Zinnia¡¯s shoulders. Hermine helped Alex to the side of the road while I still struggled with Zinnia.

    ¡°Anything?¡±

    ¡°Nothing. Still not cognitive,¡± I replied.

    ¡°Take her out of the car,¡± Hermine suggested. I was so wrapped up in making sure Zinnia was okay that the thought of pulling her out of the car didn¡¯t ur to me.

    Just then, the car that had been tailing us drove by. I ducked my head, trying to get a view of the number te or who sat behind the steering.

    However, I couldn¡¯t. The man behind the steering wore a ck face mask over his head. His free hand came through the window, aiming a gun at the car.

    ¡°Fuck,¡± I cursed. As rapidly as I could, I pulled Zinnia out of the car and rolled out the road just in time before his shot went off. Before my eyes, the vehicle went up in mes.

    ¡°Sweet bloody fuck!¡± Alex cursed, the veracity of what just happened and what could have happened fell on her shoulders like rocks running down a cliff.

    ¡°They destroyed all evidence,¡± Hermine murmured dejectedly. Sighing, I turned my attention to Zinnia who was gradually gaining consciousness.

    ¡°Good, good baby. Stay with me,¡± I coaxed, tapping lightly on her jaw. She groaned, and her eyes gently fluttered open.

    ¡°Reed,¡± she cried out in mumbles.

    ¡°I¡¯m here, baby. I got you. You¡¯re safe,¡± I whispered back, the heat from my burning car leaving me unfazed. Hermine paced back and forth, ruffling her hands through her hair.N?velDrama.Org: owner of this content.

    ¡°We¡¯re in the middle of fucking nowhere. How the hell are we supposed to get out of here?¡± She expressed dejectedly.

    ¡°Who were those people, Reed?¡± Alex stood next to me and questioned. I tore my gaze from Zinnia to her. The mes from the burning car made it possible for me to see the scars on her face. Her dress was torn, revealing most of her body. Her hair was dishevelled and was gradually bing d with a mixture of her blood, and dirty and broken sses.

    ¡°You should sit down. You might have a concussion,¡± I replied, ignoring her question from earlier.

    ¡°You don¡¯t tell me what to do. Who the hell were those people and why the fuck did they want you dead?¡±

    Suddenly, Hermine approached me with a phone in her hand. Her hands rapidly flew across the screen and seconds after, the phone was pressed to her ear.

    ¡°Where did you get a phone?¡± I questioned. She stuck out her index finger, asking me to hold on.

    Meanwhile, Zinnia was now fully awake. She was able to move her neck and take in her surroundings. When she realised that she was in an ident, she tensed up, and she began to panic.

    ¡°Ssh, I got you baby. Stay calm. Help is on the way,¡± I shushed her and unlike Alex, Zinnia obeyed.

    ¡°There¡¯s a caring to get us. They should be here in five-ish. I also had Drew call the doctor and ask that he meet us at the estate,¡± Hermine exined, sticking her hands in her pocket.

    I nodded at that and focused my attention back on Zinnia.

    For the next minute or so, we were all quiet. The cracks and sparks from the me before us and the sound of crickets fill the silence.

    Roman had to be behind this. He should have known somehow that I would infiltrate his banquet and therefore had everything set up before I came.

    Those guys who tampered with my brakes and pedal were experts. It¡¯s not the first time someone tried to take my life by running me off the road. But they were amateurs and did a horrible job.

    But these guys, whoever they were, were experts. They knew what they were doing. They knew the right distance to maintain to be able to control my brakes from their car.

    ¡®Roman, you son of a bitch. Just be a good boy for me until I get to you,¡¯ I whispered to myself.

    ¡°You should see this. I think the truck driver was in on it too,¡± Hermine uttered, pointing the phone at me.

    On the screen, was a message from an unknown sender. It was concise. ¡°Now,¡±

    ¡°Good job, Hermine. Hold dearly to that phone,¡± I spoke to her and stared into space and murmured.

    ¡°Vengeance is a dish best-served cold, but it is even better when cooked over a low me. Roman has no idea what I have in store for him,¡±

    ¡ª¡ª¨C

 Just like them

    Zinnia

    My eyes gently fluttered open to an annoying beeping noise and voices that sounded like echoes in a haunted house. I go to sit upright and take in my surroundings, but I am abruptly stopped, one by the terrible ache in my head and my body, and two by strong rough hands holding me back in ce.

    I look in the direction of the annoying beeping sound. Above me, stood a woman in a white coat, holding a huge needle which she pierced through the intravenous fluid, instantly making my body weak, but at the same time, relieving me of any pain I felt.

    My eyelids are suddenly heavy. I am barely able to see the woman retreat and mumble something to the owner of the big and rough hands holding me. Then, a shadow hovers over me. The face of the man who was once my stalkeres into view.

    He leans forward and presses his lips to my forehead, then caresses my hair and pulls back, making me miss his warmth and smell that engulfs my nostrils.

    This time, I don¡¯t fight back the sleep that washes over me. My stalker whispers next to me and I go to sleep at the sound of his voice.

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    ¡°Bring that fucker to me alive!¡± I gasped as an angry voice resonated through the room, my heart pounding in my chest from being so abruptly woken up. I take in my surroundings. The room was beige. Simple and in, aside from the painting that rested on the wall adjacent to me.

    To my left, big floor-to-ceiling ss covers the wall. And there he stood, shirtless and wearing grey joggers that hung low around his waistline with one of his hands tucked in the pockets while the other held his phone to his ear.

    ¡°I don¡¯t bloody care! Bring him to me unscathed. Not a single bruise should be found on his body. I want him here in the next thirty minutes.¡±

    I hear Reed say before he ends the call. From here, I could see how tense he was from the veins and muscles on his neck sticking out. I stuck out my index finger which had a pulse monitor on it. My throat was as dry as the dessert when I called out to him.

    ¡°Reed,¡±

    From where he stood, I wondered if he could hear me. Relieve washes over me when he turned and took long strides towards me.

    ¡°You¡¯re awake,¡± he whispered, sitting next to me and caressing my hair.

    ¡°Water,¡± I groggily called out. Reed separates from me momentarily and noter than five seconds, he¡¯s helping me sit upright and feeding me water. The chilled water journeying down my throat almost feels as good as Reed¡¯s thick cock forcing its way past my throat.

    My cheeks flushed a bright shade of crimson. I peered up at him through myshes. His eyes are already on me, staring at me intently as though he could read the nasty thoughts of him running through my mind.

    A smirk appeared on Reed¡¯s plump lips before he got on his feet to dispose of the now-empty bottle. I cleared my throat and adjusted the cover over my leg.

    ¡°What happened,¡± I inquired, changing the topic.

    Reed was taking back his spot next to me before he spoke up. ¡°We got into an ident,¡± he said.

    I was suddenly hit by a wave of memories, making me flinch. I remember Reed saying our car had been tampered with, Hermine whispering something to her and Alex¡­ oh my God, Alex!

    ¡°Where¡¯s Alex?¡± a wave of panic rushed through my body as Reed bowed his head. His gaze was back on me, expressionless. I stared at him, begging him to say something ¨C anything.

    ¡°Reed, where the hell is Alex,¡± I asked more forcefully this time, my heart throbbing against my ribcage.

    He crests his forehead, rubbing the spot between his brows. ¡°She¡¯s okay. Somewhere downstairs with Hermine,¡±

    Instant relief ds me and I let out the heavy breath I was holding.

    Reed takes my hand in his and kisses the back. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, this was all my fault. I put you at risk. I thought I lost you, Zinnia. You were not moving, and I.. I¡­¡±

    ¡°Hey, shhhh, it¡¯s okay. I¡¯m here now. I am safe¡± I cajoled, releasing my hand from his to hold his face.

    ¡°I know you saved me. You will never allow any harm befall me,¡± I encouraged, hoping to alleviate some of the guilt he was feeling.

    ¡°You wouldn¡¯t be in this situation in the first ce f it wasn¡¯t for me,¡± he contradicted.

    ¡°But I¡¯m okay now, Reed. I¡¯m fine,¡±

    ¡°You don¡¯t get it. Because of me, you are not the target of very dangerous men. They will stop at nothing until they have you, just to get back at me,¡±

    I frowned. Not only was he going out of topic, but he seemed to be over exaggerating. I had no idea what he was talking about.

    ¡°Is this because of Roman? I mean I could sense some hostility between you two, but to think he would go as far as hurting me just to get to you? Come on, Reed. Don¡¯t you think you¡¯re being a little dramatic?¡±

    ¡°Oh, Zinnia. It¡¯s more than just hostility. That man and everyone in that room are fucking assholes. There are perverts. They feed off na?ve and helpless girls like you. And knowing that you¡¯re my girl, Jesus, Zinnia, they would share you amongst themselves,¡± he roared angrily, his eyes getting darker with each passing second. He got off the chair and put some distance between us.

    Rage boiled into my body, itching against my skin like a nasty pimple. ¡°Reed, I am not some na?ve girl who needs saving. Need I remind you, before you fucking crept into my life and began stalking me, I was doing just fine, just as I have since I fucking left the system.¡±

    ¡°You don¡¯t understand the gravity of the situation. I have no doubts you can take care of yourself. But not when ites to those men. To them, you¡¯re an easy target. A prey,¡±

    I sighed and let his words settle in. ¡°Was I an easy target for you, Reed?¡± I asked in a quiet tone. The room quieted down.

    ¡°No, Zinnia, no-¡±

    ¡°Those men you¡¯re describing as assholes picking on na?ve and helpless women like me, you¡¯re no different from them. You stalked me. Forced yourself on me. You¡¯re simply describing yourself, Reed,¡±

    ¡°You don¡¯t know what you¡¯re talking about. You knew from day one how fucked up I am yet you let me fuck you senseless,¡±

    ¡°I didn¡¯t let you fuck me. You coerced me!¡± I fired back

    ¡°Yet you came. I made your fantasiese to life,¡±

    ¡°Fuck you, Reed! Consensual Non Consent is still rape you fucking asshole. Since you¡¯re a fucking tech genius, why don¡¯t you look that up on the? You¡¯re not different from them, Reed. If anything, you¡¯re worse,¡± I pped back. I was well aware of how ungrateful and foolish I sounded right now, but I was furious at him for calling me na?ve and thinking I needed him to protect me from the big bad boogey man lurking behind my curtains.

    Reed approached me at full speed. I could feel the extent of his rage radiating off his body. His hands were fisted in a knot, almost turning white.

    ¡°You asked for it, Zinnia. You fucking asked for it. Mark my words, you will never, ever step foot out of this building. I will show you just how evil I can be,¡± and with that, he stormed out.

    ¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª-

 In love with Reed

    Zinnia

    ¡°Reed! You fucking asshole! Get back in here you misbegotten son of a leprose donkey,¡± I yelled at the top of my voice, furious at Reed for walking out on me.

    My conversation with him did not take the turn I had expected. All alone in the alien beige room, I digested the words I threw at him. instant regret washes through me.

    I felt shame forparing Reed to those men. He might be a killer, but he would never hurt anyone who didn¡¯t deserve it. That doesn¡¯t make him a bad person. To me, he was more like a demon yer. Eradicating the earth of evil bitter men. He was the judge of the wicked. Not a merciless killer.

    We might have started in the most unconventional way, but he has done a lot for me than those who were supposed to protect and care for me. And for that, I owed him my life.

    The door creaked open. Due to the pulse monitor and intravenous drip on my hand, I couldn¡¯t turn to see who it was.

    ¡°Reed, is that you?¡± I called out, desperate for his sultry voice to fill the room. But when Alex spoke, I sighed in frustration, then hated myself for having such a reaction towards Alex¡¯s presence.

    ¡°No, is just me. I came to check in on you,¡± Alex appeared before me. Her beautiful face was covered in bruises, her full lips looking dry as though she had been patched for an eternity. Her left arm was suspended in a sling, probably due to the ident.

    ¡°You don¡¯t seem too excited to see me,¡± she remarked sadly, taking a seat next to me.

    A weight of disappointment settled in my chest, each regret a heavy word etched into the narrative of my existence, feeling the ink of self-me at how I¡¯d been treating her.

    ¡°No, of course not,¡± I lied through my teeth, unable to meet her intense gaze. ¡°It¡¯s just, that I had an argument with Reed and I was hoping he¡¯d perhapse back to apologise,¡± I added, momentarily staring at her.

    ¡°Yeah, that was pretty intense,¡±

    I tense at this, adjusting myself. ¡°You overheard us?¡± Panic flowed through my body, wondering if Alex had overheard every nasty, grisly detail of our conversation.

    ¡°How could I not? You guys were screaming at the top of your lungs,¡± she replied, unable to meet my gaze.

    ¡°Oh..¡±

    The room, once alive with our tense exchange of words, fell into an ufortable stillness. Unspoken words lingered in the air like hesitant dancers frozen in mid-step. The silence was thick with unspoken tension. Both our eyes darted, searching for refuge in anything but the awkward void that now upied the space. Each passing moment felt like an eternity as if time itself had paused to witness the difort.

    In that pregnant silence, a symphony of unspoken thoughts yed-a cacophony of apologies, exnations, and desperate attempts to fill the void. Yet, the silence persisted, stubborn and unyielding, casting a shadow over the room.

    ¡°Zinnia,¡± Alex began, but I stepped in before she could press further.

    ¡°Before you say anything, Alex, I need you to know, Reed isn¡¯t the man I painted him to be in our argument,¡±

    ¡°What? A merciless killer who preys on na?ve girls like you? This man raped you, Zinnia. How can you sit here and defend him after everything I overheard? For fucks sake, Zinnia, he¡¯s the reason we got into an ident,¡±

    ¡°I mean, he technically didn¡¯t make the car crash, right?¡± I tried to pathetically defend Reed.

    ¡°He might as well have crashed the car. That man is dangerous, Zinnia. What do you even see in him? His looks? Not only is he ugly, he¡¯s rough and brutal. That mark on his face is disgusting as fuck, not to talk about his hideous mismatched eyes. And to top it all, he¡¯s a rascal. A killer. That man should be locked away. The world would be a better ce without people like him,¡±

    Hearing Alexandra talk about Reed in that manner made my blood boil. I knew who he was. True, he was rough around the edges and a killer. But deep down, I knew Reed had a good heart. He was a good man.

    ¡°He¡¯s not dangerous, Alex. He would never hurt me, or you for that matter. He just has peculiar points of view about certain things and just because they don¡¯t sit right with you, doesn¡¯t make him a bad person,¡± I defended.

    ¡°So, you mean to say he has reasons for killing people and putting us in danger? Wake up, Zinnia. I don¡¯t know what this man has done to you, but I need you to snap out of it. The sex and whatever kink you are into might have been great, but you need to realise this man is bad. Just because he¡¯s good for your hole doesn¡¯t mean he¡¯s good for your soul. He¡¯s slowly dragging you into eternal damnation and you¡¯re too blind to see that,¡±Content is property of N?velDrama.Org.

    ¡°But¡­ you don¡¯t know him like I do, Alex. He¡¯s a good man. He¡¯s controlling and sometimes a little aggressive and overbearing, but I know he cares for me,¡±

    ¡°No, you¡¯re delusional, Zinnia. This man stalked you. He fucking raped you. As if that wasn¡¯t enough, he put you at risk, a prey to those vile men you talked about. How can that be care? I know men like Reed. They¡¯ll sweep you off your feet with their rough exterior and you be so engulfed in it that you fail to see the damage they¡¯re causing. You¡¯re losing yourself to this man and when you least expect it, he¡¯ll sell you to those same men he called evil,¡±

    No. I refused to believe Reed would do something like that. Reed, despite being a killer, had principles he adheres to. He would never hurt me, I could bet my life on that.

    ¡°No.. that¡¯s not the Reed I know. He-¡±

    ¡°Are you in love with him?¡± Alex¡¯s question took me by surprise. I squinted my face.

    ¡°What? Why would you think that?¡±

    ¡°The way you talk about him. In your eyes, he¡¯s a Saint, irrespective of all the bad things he has done. So, are you in love with him,¡±

    Did I love Reed? Was I in love with a bounty hunter who goes haywire at the sight of blood? The same man who fucked me with a gun? The man who fucked me while I watched him kill a man whoid his hands on me? The man who forced his dick down my throat next to a dead body? That man?

    ¡°Yes. Yes, I am in love with Reed.¡±

    ¡ª¡ª¡ª-

 A gory scene

    Zinnia

    ¡°Zinnia, no. You can¡¯t be in love with that man. He¡¯s the devil¡¯s incarnate,¡± Alex argued. She rose to her feet and began pacing back and forth the room, ruffling her hands through her hair dramatically.

    I found her reaction to be over the top. The only thing she knew of Reed was how he wanted to be viewed ¨C and that¡¯s as cruel and heartless. But there was more to Reed than meets the eye.

    ¡°He¡¯s not. That¡¯s what he wants you to believe. But I know him, Alex. If you just look past all that, I think you¡¯ll see him for who he truly is,¡±

    ¡°We are in danger because of him. We missed death by an inch because of him. I think I pretty much know who he is,¡± she fired back, her voice slightly above pitch.

    I could understand where she wasing from. I mean, I pretty much had this conversation with Reed before she came in. But in my defence, I was upset at him for calling me na?ve.

    ¡°Zinnia,¡± Alex approached me and took my hand in hers. ¡°Zinnia, I need you to listen to me keenly. Leave this guy now. I know you love him, but you need to stop loving him. These feelings you have for him will be the death of you,¡± Alex begged, desperation evident in her voice.

    I shook my head a little aggressively. I couldn¡¯t not love Reed. My heart beats for him. I breath because for him. My entire being was made for him. Having him out of my life would be like taking off my life support.

    Alex sighed. She looked at me and nodded, letting my reply sink in. Then, she was on her feet again and walked to the door.

    ¡°You¡¯re going to have to choose, Zinnia. I¡¯m sorry, but you have to. I love you, I swear I do. But I am not risking my life because you chose to fall in love with a murderer. If you choose to stay with him, you won¡¯t hear from me ever again. But if you leave him, I will protect you. I will reach out to my parents and ask them for protection,¡±

    Before I could even reply to Alex¡¯s ultimatum, she was out the door.

    ********

    For the next couple of days, I stayed inside the room. Reed hade in along with the doctor to check up on me, but he never uttered a word to me.

    He would ask the doctor questions about my health and if there was any progress, but as soon as the doctor left, he would leave too. That has been going on for about four days.

    Four whole bloody days locked up in this room with no contact with him or the outside world. I missed him.

    I missed Alex too. She hadn¡¯te to see me since our conversation and I began to wonder if she decided to leave. Not that Reed would ever ask her to leave. And knowing that there was a huge possibility of that happening scared the hell out of me and it almost made me feel shitty.

    Now, five dayster, the doctor dered I was fine. He¡¯d cleared me off the pulse monitor and intravenous drip three days ago, however, prescribed a lot of bed rest.

    Currently, I was sitting by the window with a book in my hand when the door to the room creaked open. I tilted my head, a sly smile forming on my lips at the sight of Hermine¡¯s petite body frame.

    Her face brightened and she shed me a pearl-white smile.Content is property of N?velDrama.Org.

    ¡°Hey,¡± she greeted.

    Instinctively, I closed the book and walked up to her, meeting her halfway across the room. I wrapped my arms around her and basked in her baby-like smell.

    ¡°Oh, a hug! I never thought we¡¯d crossed that¡­¡± Hermine murmured awkwardly whilst still wrapped in my arms. She stayed wrapped in my arms for another ten seconds before I released her.

    ¡°I¡¯m sorry, I¡¯m just so happy to see you,¡± I replied, now feeling awkward.

    ¡°You are?¡± Her brow raised in bewilderment.

    ¡°Yeah,¡±

    She smiled, fighting the way her cheeks flushed. ¡°I¡¯m happy you¡¯re okay too,¡± she murmured, kicking her feet like a teenager talking to their crush.

    ¡°Here,¡± she stuck out her hand, which I happily took. ¡°You¡¯ve been cooked up in here for too long. Why don¡¯t you help me make dinner?¡± She asked, already leading me towards the door.

    ¡°I¡¯d be happy, but¡­¡± she paused in her steps, making me bump into her. ¡°But?¡±

    ¡°With how big the house is, I thought there would be cooks?¡±

    I hated how posh and snobbish I sounded. Although, I was genuinely curious. Who the hell was she even cooking for? For the little time I have been here ¨C kidnapped and now locked up ¨C I¡¯d only ever seen her and Reed. Well, I¡¯d heard some voices, but I never bothered to catch their names.

    ¡°Oh, we do have cooks, but Reedid them off,¡±

    I frowned as we began walking again. ¡°Just like that?¡±

    ¡°Just like that. Don¡¯t worry, they were handsomelypensated,¡± she replied and I struggled to catch up with her. One would think with her size, she¡¯d be a slow walker, yet I struggled to fall in line with her.

    ¡°But why?¡± I pressed on

    ¡°He doesn¡¯t want to take any chances. You know, with Roman and Mad on our tail,¡±

    ¡°Wait, so, it isn¡¯t just Roman who wants him dead?¡±

    Hermine chuckled. ¡°Oh, they don¡¯t want him dead. Not literally. They want him dead on the inside, if you know what I mean. So, he fired anyone he thought would easily crack under pressure,¡±

    I let her words settle in. Somehow, I had this feeling in the pit of my stomach that she was talking about me. That Roman wanted me, and not Reed.

    ¡°But, was that a smart decision though? I mean, now that they no longer work for him, doesn¡¯t that expose them to Roman and his men? What if they get to them and they crack under pressure?¡± I asked.

    ¡°Yeah. That¡¯s part of the n. Reed has people tailing everyone he fired. In case Roman¡¯s men approach any of them, they¡¯ll step in. He has it all figured out,¡± she exined. That made a lot of sense.

    ¡°Oh, okay,¡± I replied as we took the elevator and hit the button for the ground floor. We rode for a while in silence when the thought of Alex came into my mind.

    ¡°So uh, have you heard from Alex? She hasn¡¯t visited me in almost four days,¡± I met Hermine¡¯s gaze in the mirror in the elevator.

    ¡°Oh, yeah. She¡¯s locked herself in her room. Did you two fight? She¡¯s been moody and wouldn¡¯t talk to me. And the fact that Reed has her on lockdown too doesn¡¯t help,¡±

    ¡°So, she didn¡¯t leave?¡±

    Hermine snorted augh. ¡°Leave? Yeah right,¡± that ended our brief conversation. We made it to the kitchen and fell into afortable silence. While Hermine got started on chopping some veggies, I focused on spicing the chicken.

    After a while, Hermine excused herself and I continued working. Shortly after Hermine left, I began to hear cries and pleas. For a split second, I decided against finding out what or who it was. But curiosity got the best of me and I dropped what I was doing, and rinsed my hand in the sink. I patted my wet hands on my jeans and followed the direction of the noise.

    It wasing from a door at the end of the hallway. I tiptoed towards the door and the noise grew louder. I turned the doorknob and was met with nothing but darkness and a roll of stairs that seemed to lead to a basement.

    The noise grew louder. My instincts told me to turn back, but my curious little self wouldn¡¯t give in.

    I looked over my shoulders and took a deep breath before taking the first step toward the basement.

    I finished the stairs and followed through a dimly lit path. The smell of mould and dead rats brutally invaded my nostrils. The urge to cough so strong, but I force it down, refusing to blow my cover.

    And then, I was walking into a gore and very graphic scene. The metallic scent of blood hung thick in the air. The walls, although not very visible because of the lightning in the room, were adorned with macabre strokes and crimson hues that painted chaotic patterns.

    Reed¡¯s mismatched eyes bore daggers into my soul. A smile formed on his bloody face as his eyes darkened. He seemed to be pleased at the fact that I had walked in on him.

    I tore my gaze from him and to the torn and twisted limbs lying in unnatural arrangements. The floor was slick with a thick crimson red.

    The scene before me demanded a strong stomach, and I was very far from possessing that. The sight before me made my limbs weak and my stomach churn.

    My gaze flew back to Reed¡¯s. He stuck out his hand, inviting me. My legs that was weak only but a few seconds ago, regained their strength, as though obeying Reed¡¯s silentmand.

    ¡°Come on, my little flower. Bask in the lifeless body of the man who caused our ident,¡± it was the first time Reed was speaking to me since our argument. I wasn¡¯t sure if it was hearing his voice, or seeing him in his natural habitat as the ruthless bounty hunter that he is, but my insides were swirling with desire for him.

    ¡ª¡ª¡ª

 Good boy

    ReedOwned by N?velDrama.Org.

    Zinnia was a lot more like me. She didn¡¯t know that yet, but it was gradually sinking in. The sight of blood made wonders to her insides. She didn¡¯t voice it out, probably because she was ashamed or she was still understanding her body¡¯s needs.

    But I see it in her mannerisms. The change in her breath, the way her eyes darkens, but more importantly, how her panties turn soaking wet.

    While that was partly because of me, because I understood her body more than she did, it was also because of the blood. The danger. The thrill of not knowing what to expect. That euphoric and self-emploring need to want to experience just how much she can endure.

    I saw her, for who she was and what she wanted, before she even discovered herself.

    Her hands fit perfectly in mine. The contact sent a jittering shock throughout my body and straight to my groin. Her breathing itched, and that was how I knew she was turned on. I could practically smell her arousal, and the scent of it mixed with blood made me so fucking high and almost sent me over the edge.

    I pull her into me, making her body m against my hard chest. With my bloody hands, I snake my hand around her neck whilst the other travelled to her hair.

    My lips captured hers in a fiery and passionate kiss. She moaned against my lips and my cock kicked against my jeans, begging to be set free.

    I took her bottom lip in mine and bit on it hard. She moaned even harder and I sucked the crimson spilling out of her now injured lips, letting it gather in my mouth.

    Then I tilted her head, granting me ess to her neck. I coated her blood with my saliva and let it roll passed my lips,nding on her neck. I watched the hairs on her neck stand on the ends as my saliva made contact with her skin.

    A moan escaped her lips as I dipped out my tongue and let a long lick, travelling to the back of her ear. Then, when she least expected it, I sunk my teeth into her flesh. Her hold on my arms tightened, her nails digging into my skin.

    I pulled back and stared at the little vixen I¡¯d created. Arousal contracted in her generic slender orbs. Her lips were swollen from both my kisses and my bites.

    ¡°Get on your knees,¡± I ordered. Swiftly, she obeyed. My little flower knew she had been naughty, and it was time for her punishment. I knew it was something she craved. She had be obsessed with the pain and pleasure that came with me.

    My left hand still fisted a handful of her hair when she looked at me through hershes. I growled and my eyes darkened.

    ¡°Unzip my pants,¡± I watched as my little flower blinked before getting to work. She pulled my pants and underwear at the same time, freeing my dick and making it bounce before her face.

    ¡°Good girl,¡± my hand left her hair to the dick. I stroke my cock, coating it with the remnants of crimson on my hand.

    I watched her stare at my hands greedily. She was jealous. She wanted my cock in her mouth. She wanted her tongue and her throat stroking my cock instead of my hands.

    ¡°Open up the pretty mouth for me,¡± my hand went back to grab her hair. When her lips slightly parted, I forced my dick into her mouth, violently hitting her throat before pulling out.

    Since I¡¯d taken her off guard, she began to cough, but I didn¡¯t give her enough time to breathe before I ordered her to open up for me.

    And she did. Slowly, I push my cock into her mouth, throwing my head back and grunting at the way her mouth felt warm and how it gripped my length.

    ¡°Good girl,¡± Imented, freeing her hair and letting her take the lead.

    Both her hands grabbed my butt, pushing my full length to the back of her throat. And although she gagged with each wilful thrust, she never slowed down.

    She was greedy. Her mouth was swallowing and milking me at the same time. Fuck, I needed to rest my weight on something ¨C anything. My body tense, arousal rapidly building inside me.

    Both of my hands grabbed her hair, shoving my cock past her throat. It stayed there for a while. She gagged, pping my butt cheeks as a plea for me to pull out and let her breathe.

    But I couldn¡¯t. Not when my cock felt so good inside her. Not when I knew that she was seconds away from passing out due to my cock inside her.

    ¡°Fuck!¡± I growl loudly, releasing my hands from her hair. She looked up at me through hershes and the adorable little frown on her forehead only added to my already building orgasm.

    I expected her to take some time to catch her breath. But my little flower, the little whore that she is, took my full length in her mouth. Her hands were still on my butt cheeks, pushing me further into her mouth.

    She struggled to breathe. Tears pooled up in her eyes. Perspiration clouded her forehead, making her bloody hair stick.

    When she dug her fingernails into my butt, I went blind and lost all functions. I can only choke on the euphoria, all sounds ceasing while I fight for oxygen.

    My mouth opens on a silent scream, incapable of giving anything else when my body has lost control. My eyes roll, and I feel something just¡­ snap. Every one of my vital organs has been overpowered by the orgasm crashing through me, and it feels like I¡¯m quite literally exploding.

    ¡°Fuck, Zinnia,¡± I cried out, watching my seed spill out of the corner of her mouth whilst she continued to sloppily suck on my dick.

    Everything still, as though I had just convulsed. Zinnia slowly pulls her head backwards, freeing my cock that was now pulsating from the aftershock of my orgasm.

    She rose to her feet, a proud smile on her face. She stood on tiptoe and crashed her lips against mine, sharing my junk with me. Then, too soon, she pulled away and seductively wiped the corner of her mouth.

    ¡°Good boy,¡± she whispered. At once, my cock went hard, this time, wanting to invade more than just her mouth.

    ¡ª¡ª¡ª-

 Decapitated head

    *PROCEED WITH CAUTION*

    Reed

    Seductively, Zinnia backed away from me. She stepped into the pool of blood and stood next to the decapitated body. Her eyes never leaving mine, she began to peel off everyyer of clothing found on her body.

    She dropped her clothes in the pool of blood. I went to approach her when she stopped me.

    ¡°Stay there,¡± she ordered. I tilted my head, raising my brow in astonishment, however, I obeyed hermand, eager to see what she had in store for me.

    Her underwear quickly fell off too. Then, she walked toward the decapitated head that was on the table at the far end of the room, blood still dripping out of it.

    Sitting on the table, she parted her legs and coated her fingers with her saliva before positioning her hand to her centre.

    ¡°Zinnia,¡± I warned. Fuck, I wanted my cock inside her, not her fingers. She knew how badly I wanted it, yet she was teasing me. To her, it was some sort of punishment and I let her have her way. For now. Because once my dick is inside her, I wouldn¡¯t stop until she was screaming and begging me to stop.

    ¡°Shhhhh, watch me fuck myself for you,¡± she whispered in a low, seductive tone. I gritted my teeth, veins popping out of my neck.

    I could feel my cock bouncing with excitement and a burning need to be inside. And when she pushed her fingers inside and threw her head back, crying out my name, I almost, almost closed the gap between us.

    Fisting my hand, I willed myself to calm down, letting her enjoy passing over my punishment.

    ¡°Harder Reed,¡± she cried.

    Fuck this! I bent and picked up the decapitated hand and closed the gap between us. I positioned myself between her legs and she grumbled.

    ¡°Reed, no. I asked you to -¡± I shoved the decapitated hand inside her mouth and forced my hand over her mouth, preventing her from further talking.

    And then my cock was inside her in rough, hard and fast thrusts. Barely seconds inside her and her pussy walls were gripping my cock and she was shivering against me. Concurrently, I came, emptying my junk inside her.

    Once we¡¯d bothe down from our high, and I slowly pulled out of her. I threw the decapitated hand somewhere in the room and my little flower only had a second to breathe before my lips were iming hers in a fiery and binding kiss.

    ¡°Reed,¡± she whispered in agony when I pulled away, as though the thought of my tongue not invading her mouth was physically crippling.

    ¡°This is so fucked up,¡± she whispered and I could only smile. ¡°I mean, how is any of this normal?¡±

    Iughed out, the sound of it echoing in the room. Zinnia, without trying, was effortlessly funny.

    ¡°My little flower, you fucked yourself next to a man¡¯s head and you¡¯re wondering how any of this is normal? Tell me, when did that cross your mind? When you sat next to it? Or when you fingered yourself?¡±

    Her cheeks flushed a bright shade of pink. Unable to meet my gaze, she kicked her feet on the ground. Seeing her acting all shy after what she¡¯d just done, fucked with my brain.

    My cock grew hard again and I grunted. My cock hurt, from her pussy gripping me, but not being buried inside hurt more. Fuck, I wanted her ass

    ¡°I mean, I don¡¯t think of anything when you¡¯re¡­ you know, inside me,¡± she blushed.

    I growled. ¡°Come here, Zinnia,¡± my voice with deep andced with need for her. Her gaze met with mine and it was filled with nothing but desire. Desire for me. All of me. Every fucked up part of me.

    Zinnia walks to me in painfully slow and calcted steps. It almost felt like forever before she was standing before me.

    ¡°Deep your hands in his blood,¡± Zinnia¡¯s eyes fleetingly went wide and when she digested my order. She did as I had instructed.

    Her hand now covered in blood, she looked at me, waiting for my nextmand.

    ¡°Lube it all over my dick,¡± again, sheplied. Her cock barely fit into her tiny hands. She stroked my full length, painting it red.

    ¡°Good girl. I need you on all fours,¡± I added. This time, she hesitated.

    ¡°Reed,¡± she warned, giving me daring eyes.

    ¡°I¡¯m going to fuck you in the ass with his blood all over my cock,¡± I rified her suspicions.

    ¡°What the fuck, no! That¡¯s nasty and ¨C ¡±

    ¡°You¡¯re going to do as I instructed right this fucking instant,¡± I cut her mid-statement.

    ¡°And I said, no!¡± She stood her ground. I nodded and when she least expected it, I grabbed her neck, making her gargle. She kicked and hit against my chest but she was nothingpared to my strength.

    ¡°When you say no, I interpret that as a desperate plea for me to go ahead. You like being taken against your will, don¡¯t you? So, I¡¯ll be your good boy and y your games. Now, my little flower, FUCKING GET ON ALL FOURS!¡± I bellowed and Zinnia gasped against my hold.

    When she hesitates, I force her to her knees, making the blood on the floor stter. Curses and insults spewed out from her mouth, all of which left me unfazed. Amid her outburst, I spank her ass and even if she fought against it, she couldn¡¯t help but moan out.N?velDrama.Org: owner of this content.

    ¡°I am your God, Zinnia. Your world revolves around me. Your body was made for me, and so, I would do whatever I want with it,¡± I added when I saw that she had calmed down and wouldn¡¯t try to get on her feet.

    Then I walked around her and got on my knees, holding my cock in my head. Because Zinnia had disobeyed me, I didn¡¯t warn or prepare her for my cock. So, when I brutally shoved it in her ass, she cried out in pain, her knees giving out and at the same time, she falls into the pool of blood.

    ¡ª¡ª¡ª-

 Abyss

    ** PROCEED WITH CAUTION **

    Zinnia

    ¡°Fuck, Reed! You¡¯re so big. Your cock is going to tear my ass apart,¡± I grumbled as I struggled to get on my knees, Reed¡¯s big hands already on me.

    He ignores myints and positioned his cock back at the entrance of my ass. I could see him from my peripheral, swiftly dipping his hand and coating it with more blood before lubing it was his dick.

    ¡°Reed, please gently. It hurts,¡± my voice shivered. He still didn¡¯t acknowledge my request. Instead, he took both of my hands and folded them behind my back, his left hand holding both of them in ce.

    Then, with his right hand on my waist, he pushes his cock in my entrance. When I hiss, he pauses. For seconds, he doesn¡¯t move, and he does nothing to alleviate the pain. He just needed me to get used to the size of his cock puncturing my asshole.

    ¡°Lower yourself on my cock, Zinnia,¡± he ordered. I could do that. Slower than a turtle, I ached my waist and gently shift my ass backwards, my hole expanding to amodate him.

    With him halfway inside me, I pause. But Reed wasn¡¯t having it. His right hand grabs my waist and he forces his length all the way inside me.

    I yelled as Reed released both my hands that he had held in ce. He brought my back against his chest, his left hand sliding to my front and grabbing both my breast, whilst his right hand travelled to my centre, aggressively flicking against my erect clit.

    My legs began to shiver, arousal rapidly building in.

    ¡°Don¡¯t cum, Zinnia,¡± he warned against my ear, still flickering her finger over my tip. Then he slid down to my entrance, pushing two fingers inside me.

    I cried out in pleasure. How did he expect me not tobust in euphoric ecstasy when he was touching and hitting the right spot?

    ¡°Don¡¯t you fucking cum, Zinnia. Hold it in,¡± he ordered and I whimpered.

    ¡°But¡­¡±

    ¡°Hold it in. Let me see how patient and obedient you are,¡± he added, removing his fingers from my slit and bringing it back to my clit. His hand that gripped my boobs went to my neck.

    Slowly, he begins to move his waist. I cried out. But every pain derived from his cock in my ass was reced by unbearable pleasure from his finger on my clit.

    His breathing became rasped with every thrust. His movement on my clit was rapid, his grip on my neck tightened. In a brutal, ferocious and painful thrusts, Reed fucked me like a beast that had gone feral.

    My knees bucked. My belly contorted with a fierce arousal that was building up.

    ¡°Reed, oh god!¡± I managed to scream out.

    ¡°Just like that my little flower. Take all of my cock. All of it. It¡¯s yours,¡± Reed growled in my ears.

    ¡°Fuck! Harder, please. Fuck me harder! Ruin me,¡± I cried out. It felt as though I had died and gone to fucking heaven. With Reed inside of me, nothing seems important. Aside from the orgasm rapidly building inside me.

    Never pausing in his thrusts, Reed frees my neck, removes his hand from my clit and pushes my head downwards, burying it inside the pool of blood.

    From this angle, he could take me better. He could explore every part of my insides that needed to be visited by him.

    He sunk his ws on either side of my waist and resumed his aggressive thrust. Our skin pping against each other,plemented by both our pleasure-filled cries worked perfectly in creating an ordant sound worthy of such an exhrating moment.

    And then, it happened all at once as though I was overtaken by a spasm of shock. The most wonderful, earth-shattering and soul-binding orgasm I¡¯d ever experienced. It was intense and more than anything I¡¯ve ever felt.

    Liquid spills out of me, mixing with the blood of the decapitated body. My entire body trembled. I cried out, begging Reed to stop, but at the same time, not wanting him to stop. It was at the same time, rough and magical.Owned by N?velDrama.Org.

    Reed is still pounding aggressively into me. Shortly after, another orgasm built. Just as I was screaming out his name, he released his seed inside me, his hold on my waist tightening, mixing pain with pleasure.

    It was all too much for me to bear. And so, when Reed slowed in his thrust, my eyes rolled backwards and thest thing I see before giving into the abyss, is the penis of the man who ran into our car.

    *******

    My eyes fluttered open. My surroundings were cocooned in darkness, my consciousness stirring like a dormant creature awakening from slumber.

    The air, cool and enigmatic, caressed the skin, carrying whispers of mystery, holding its secrets close, concealing details in the shroud of obscurity.

    My body ached as I rose to my feet, panic travelling through my body.

    ¡°Reed!¡± I called out. It was the only name that came to my mind. Although dark, I could hear whispers and movements around me. ¡°Reed, is that you?¡± I called out again, aggressively turning my head when the tip of clothing grazed my skin.

    ¡°Reed, this isn¡¯t funny,¡± I warned, taking a step further into obscurity. Cold fingers brushed against my skin and I shuddered, my heart racing against my chest.

    The smell of jasmine was suddenly predominant in the room, making my stomach churn. I began to tremble in panic.

    ¡°Reed, stop right this instant,¡± I yelled.

    Aggressive lights filled the room. I squinted my eyes, adjusting to the lights. My environment became clear.

    I was in a warehouse. Or basement? Maybe the garage, I wasn¡¯t sure. But it looked so much like Reed¡¯s. But where was he? What game was he ying at?

    ¡°Reed!¡± I screamed, this time, my voice echoed throughout the room. A loud cheer resonated throughout the room. A groggy voice roared through the speakers inclined in the wall and I suddenly became aware of therge crowd of people, staring intensely at me.

    What the hell was happening? Where the hell was I?

    ¡°And next up, we have the beautiful Zinnia Levine, poprly known as ¡®little flower¡¯. She is the most sort-out woman now. If you are abreast with the mafia world, you would know who this beauty here belongs. For as little as little as one million dors, this goddess right here can be yours for a month,¡± the man who spoke into the megaphone approached me.

    I was still trying to make sense of what was happening and where the hell I was. But as it slowly registered, I realised I was at an auction, and I was the item to be bid.

    It didn¡¯t make any sense, so I couldn¡¯t help butugh. When myughter died down, I squinted my eyes, trying to get a look at whoever was behind the shy lights.

    ¡°Bidding starts at one million,¡± he said, his face finallying into view.

    ¡°Reed?¡± I titled my head quizzically.

    ¡°Yes, my little flower,¡± he approached me, adjusting my chin so I was looking into his yin-yang eyes. ¡°It¡¯s me,¡±

    Instant relief washed through me. ¡°Who did you think it was?¡± He dipped his head and pecked my lips.

    ¡°I told you, you belong to me. And I can use your body however I want, and I chose to sell you to the highest bidder, so they can ruin. Just like I have ruined you. Wee to my world, little flower,¡±

    ©\¡ª¡ª¨C

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    Zinnia

    I woke with a gasp, sweat gathering on my forehead. I panted as though I had just run ten miles. I looked around frantically, trying to take in my surroundings.

    In the corner of the room, stood room, arms folded and one leg crossed on the other. He had an amused smile on his face.

    I put a hand over my chest, trying to calm my racing heart. I kept repeating in my brain, that it was all just a dream. A very terrible dream, until it finally registered with me and I began to calm down.

    Reed, however, did not attempt to move an inch. He stood stered against the wall, wearing his signature smirk.

    ¡°Reed, you¡¯re here,¡± I murmured, still trying to calm my racing heart.

    ¡°Of course, I am, my little flower. I¡¯ll always be here,¡± he answered. This time, he walked towards me, pocketing one of his hands as he approached me.

    ¡°Where am I?¡± I asked when he began to stroke my hairfortably. Reed only smiled and kissed my forehead.

    ¡°In my room,¡± I got lost in the movement of his lips, his light purple and ocean-colored eyes warming my soul.

    ¡°Did you dream about me, little flower?¡± He asked randomly, as though he could read my mind. I sighed and tried to sit upright, pulling the covers over my exposed chest. Reed frowns at this, yanking it downwards.

    Deciding to leave it at that, I said: ¡°I did. But in my dream, you put me up for auction. You wanted them to use me however they please. You put me up for sale to be ruined,¡± I grumbled, more memories of the dream I had shing before my eyes.

    Reed, if he was upset, didn¡¯t show. His expression remained as phantomless as possible. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ears and sealed my lips with his. When he pulled back, his mix coloured orbs were filled with something new, something I couldn¡¯t quiteprehend, yet he still maintained his nk expression.

    ¡°Tell me, my little flower. Are you able to recognise anyone amongst the potential buyers at that auction?¡± He asked softly.

    I frowned, shaking my head. He seemed to sigh in relief. He leaned in and ced another kiss on my lips.

    ¡°Okay, my princess. It was all just a dream. I would never, ever put you up for sale. You belong to me, and only me,¡±

    Alleviated at his response, I gave him a smile that didn¡¯t reach my lips. This time, it was me who leaned in for a kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him further into me. Fierce arousal gathered in the pit of my stomach like angry clouds during a storm.

    Reed grumbled as he reluctantly pulled away. A pang of pain shot in my heart at his silent rejection. Not wanting to give up, I leaned in for another kiss, both his hands tugging at my bare chest.

    I tried to mask the pain in my voice when I spoke up. ¡°Do you not want me? Are you still mad at me because Ipared you to them?¡± I asked, my voice sounding like that of a nine-year-old experiencing her first heartbreak while tears slowly brimmed my eyes.

    ¡°Zinnia,¡± Reed sighed, taking both my hands in his and sitting next to me in bed.

    ¡°I promise you, baby, I want you. With every iota of life in me. My cock aches from not filling all three of your holes. That¡¯s how bad I want you. And I am not mad at you. There¡¯s not a single thing you would say that would make me upset, for the simple reason that you¡¯re wrong about me. I am not like them. I am way, way worse,¡±

    I sucked in a breath at his words. At least, he did want me, and that did a lot to lift my mood and boost my confidence. But for some reason, just not now.

    ¡°But, you just pushed me away,¡± I pouted.

    ¡°Oh, baby. Trust me, I am in severe pain because of that. I have some errands to run and sadly, I can¡¯t fuck you to oblivion. Just focus on regaining your energy for me, okay?¡± He asked, and I nodded like an excited little girl, eager for her crush to keep a promise made.

    ********

    Parting ways with Reed proved to be more painful than I had expected. As soon as the door closed, I felt a heavy void in my chest that couldn¡¯t seem to be filled irrespective of what I did.

    I tried reading a book, but sadly, the choice of book I¡¯d chosen to read reminded me of Reed.

    I closed the book and decided to look for Alex since it had been a while since I had spoken to her.

    On walking down the stairs, I bumped into Hermine. She¡¯d teased me about ditching her yesterday and while my cheeks flustered, I lied, unable to tell her the real reason why I left.

    ¡°By any chance, is Alex still locked in her room?¡± I asked. Hermine smiled.

    ¡°Is she still ignoring you?¡± I nodded and she gave me a sympathetic look.

    ¡°Well, she should be in her room,¡± said Hermine. Again, I nodded and turned on my heels for Alex¡¯s room.

    On my way up the stairs, my phone dinged. I took it out. Weirdly, it was a message from Alex asking that I meet with her in the gazebo. I frowned at this message, one because I had no fucking idea Reed had a gazebo. But then again, this estate was huge, almost covering ten hectares ofnd. Okay, that was a little exaggeration.

    Secondly, Hermine mentioned that Alex had been locked up in her room, and she confirmed that a few minutes ago.

    I decided against thinking so hard about it and headed for the said gazebo. I had no idea where I was going as I had never bothered to take a look around Reed¡¯s estate.

    Thankfully, I made it to what I assumed was the backyard as it had a huge scape of green grass. I spotted the gazebo, and I could see why Reed had chosen to build one in the backyard instead.

    The scenery was out of this world. It was amazing, showing off the crescent skies at sunset and sunrise. A part of me wanted to experience sunset with Reed. Sitting in silence, sipping a ss of wine and just enjoying each other¡¯spany.

    Another part of me wanted more than just enjoying the silence. That part of me wanted Reed to fuck me here at sunset, so much so that I¡¯d be confused about which stars I loved most. The ones in the sky or the ones he would make me see as I scream his name ande all over his dick.

    My phone dinged again, taking me off my thoughts and making me realise why I hade here in the first ce. I took out my phone and Alex¡¯s name popped on my screen. I sent her a quick reply before walking towards the gazebo.

    However, Alex was nowhere in in sight the closer I got. I now stood next to the gazebo, and she was still nowhere to be found.

    ¡°Alex!¡± I called out and after a while of no reply, I took out my phone, ready to send her another message when she suddenly appeared before me.

    ¡°Alex,¡± I squealed, excited over seeing her after a long while. I threw my arms around her, squeezing her tight. When I pulled away from the embrace, Alex wore a straight face, not giving away any expression.

    My shoulders slumped. Perhaps she was still not over our conversation

    ¡°Look, Alex,¡± I began, pausing to take a deep breath. ¡°I¡¯m sorry about our argument. I¡¯m sorry about the things I said, and I am sorry that my love for Reed has put you in danger,¡± I added.

    When Alex sobbed, I met her gaze. A river of tears brimmed her eyes.Owned by N?velDrama.Org.

    ¡°Zinnia, I¡¯m so, so sorry,¡± She said in between sobs.

    I frowned. Why was she apologising? ¡°No, I should be apologising. I put you in harm¡¯s way,¡± I contradicted but Alex shook her head.

    ¡°You don¡¯t get it. I hope someday you will forgive me,¡± she murmured. At this, I frowned, tilting my head quizzically. Was her apology based on the argument we had? Or was I missing something.

    ¡°Alex, what are you talking about?¡±

    ¡°Zinnia, I love you. I am so so sorry,¡± She continued to sob. Now clearly worried, I took a step toward Alex.

    Suddenly, a bag was ced over my head, the image of Alex slowly fading from my vision. The strong smell of alcohol invaded my nostrils. I kicked my feet when even stronger arms wrapped around me, lifting me off the ground.

    ¡°Zinnia!¡± Alex¡¯s voice rang in my ears as I gave into an oblivion that was sadly not from Reed.

    ¡ª¡ª¡ª

 Welcome to hell

    Zinnia

    My heart raced like a captive bird, desperate for freedom. The silence in the room was punctuated with female whimpers and sobbing. A sudden shiver ran down my spine. Was this another dream?

    No. The weight of the ground beneath my feet and the ominous sound of terror intensified with every passing second, making it too real to be yet another dream.

    ¡°Wakey wakey, little flower,¡± a mockery tone, followed by the sound of boisterousughter filled my ear. My heart throbbed in my chest while I frantically turned my head, trying to follow the direction of theughter.

    My eyes were opened. I knew my eyes were open, but for some reason, ckness clouded my vision, probably from the blindfold over my eyes, denying me thefort of my sight and plunging me into the abyss of uncertainty.

    The rope, maybe iron, that held both my hands to my back picked at my skin whenever I tried to free them.

    ¡°Look at that, our little flower is so brave, thinking she can free herself,¡± moreughter erupted in the ¨C wherever the hell was this ce.

    The blindfold was abruptly ripped off my face, almost knocking me off the ground. I squinted my eyes, trying to adjust to the sudden brightness. When I did, I took in my surroundings.

    There were other girls like me, ten in number, but most of them looked more beat up and worn out. Some, naked, had bruises all over their body but mostly fingerprints. Others, whose backs faced me, were covered in cable marks and long slits of maybe knives.

    And then, my gaze finallynded on him.

    Roman Slovov. My evident abductor. The man Reed had promised to kill only a few weeks ago. His eyes, a Hazel colour, yet empty, stared at me with a hint of amusement and pride.

    He brought his fingertip to my cheek, rubbing against it. He leaned forward and duct his head, aiming for my cor. He took a long drag of my smell and when he pulled back, the amusement in his eyes was reced with something dark, something that spread goose bumps all over my body.

    ¡°When do we get to taste Reed¡¯s property,¡± one of the men spoke. I didn¡¯t know his name, but I recognised him from Roman¡¯s Banquet.

    ¡°Soon, my dear partners. Soon,¡± Roman moved away from me, however, his gaze never left mine. ¡°But first, why don¡¯t we make our little flower here feel at home,¡± he spoke to his so-called partners, his gaze still fixated on me.

    Then he mouths something at me, and after letting it resonate for a while, it sinks in.

    ¡°Wee to hell, little flower,¡±

    My feet trembled. My entire body shivered. Surrounded by these men and with the uncertainty of what was toe made me nauseous and scared.

    How had I gotten here? Matter of fact, where was this ce? And where was Alex? I vaguely remember hugging her at the gazebo in Reed¡¯s garden and now, I was here. How long has it been since then? Has Reed noticed my absence?

    I was forced back to my dreadful reality when I heard the sound of cries.

    ¡°Please no, not again! No, I¡¯m tired,¡± the girl, whose red hair was dishevelled and who looked to be in her early twenties, cried out hard.

    They paid no attention to her cries. She was precipitously pushed to the ground, the shackles on her hand finding their way over her head.

    When the first huge man stood above her and began to undo his belt, the poor girl fought hard, hoping that the shackles woulde loose from whatever they were tied to. But they never did. The man took out his member. He was hard and the fact that they all got aroused from things like this threatened my already weak stomach.

    ¡°Open up, good girl. Open up wide for my urine,¡± he ordered. The girl resisted and one of Roman¡¯s men stooped, forcing her mouth open.

    I turned to the side, my stomach giving out and everything in my stomach came through my mouth, some, through my nostrils.

    ¡°You fucking disgusting bitch!¡± Roman growled. He approached me in quick steps and his hand flew across my cheeks in a hard p, knocking me off the ground. Then, his hand was on my hair, dragging me across the flow to where the red-haired girl was shackled up.

    ¡°No, please. Roman no! Please don¡¯t do this,¡± I began to beg when his belt came undone. But his intentions for me were different. He wasn¡¯t going to do his business on me and have his partners take their turn with me, as was the case with the red-haired girl.

    No. Mine was different. I guess, I should be thankful. Thankful for the fact that I was just getting hit by the head of his belt and not having all these men spill their seed in and on me.

    But after so many strokes and so many pleas, of which I¡¯d lost count, my body became weak. However, the pain from the strokes and that which were still being inflicted on me were the only thing preventing me from passing out.

    At some point, my body became numb. So when Roman ordered one of his men to strip me naked, I was too tired to fight back. When he raised my head and forced his dick inside my mouth, I was too tired to protest. His dick hit the back of my throat and this time when I threw out, I didn¡¯t get beat on. Instead, apuse and waves ofughter erupted in the room.N?velDrama.Org: owner of this content.

    I felt dirty and tired. Too tired that when he spread open my legs and pushed himself inside me, I let a tear stream down my cheeks.

    But not from the pain that was inflicted on me. And not from the fact that I was being taken against my will.

    But from the fact that my body betrayed me. So, when I closed my eyes and came, I let my thoughts drift to all the ways Reed has had his hands on me.

    And I convinced myself that it was because of him that I had just orgasmed.

    ¡ª¡ª¨C

 Alex

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    ¡°Find her! Fucking Find her! I don¡¯t give a bloody darn if you need to hack the fucking satellite, just fucking my girl before I put bullets in your heads,¡± I screamed at the top of my lungs. The anger in my voice sent terror into the souls of my men.

    She was gone. My little flower was gone. Just like that.

    ¡°Security cameras spotted someone forcefully take her and Miss Alex,¡± one of my men, the asshole who imed to be bold enough, spoke up. I looked him dead in the eyes. At once, I watch his demeanour shrink. I took out my gun and fired a shot, the bullet barely grazing his hair.

    ¡°Anyone bold enough to state the obvious again?¡± I asked. No one dares utter a word. With the heads bowed down, the shook their heads in disagreement.

    ¡°I need to know who those men are. Who they work for. How they got in without the security rms going off. You all have one bloody hour. If I don¡¯t have something concrete within one hour, I have more than enough bullets to fit in your brains. Disperse!¡± I disposed of them.

    All of them scrambled to leave my study, except for Hermine. Whilst the men with tall and broad shoulders struggled to pass through the door, her petit frame squeeze passed them and walked towards me.

    It wasn¡¯t until the room was upied by just us when she spoke up.

    ¡°I need you to calm down,¡± Hermine spoke. Her hand was briefly on my shoulders before I shrugged it off.

    ¡°Don¡¯t fucking ask me to calm down. They took her. He fucking has her. Do you know the hell that awaits her? How do you expect me to calm down when I know what will be done to her,¡± I fired back. My heart was aggressively beating against my ribcage. just thinking of the things that my little flower could be going through right now upsets my stomach.

    ¡°We don¡¯t know if it¡¯s Roman who took her,¡± Hermine quietly spoke.

    ¡°And you think that makes this any better? She could be anywhere right now! Fucking hell, she might as well be on a fucking ship to God knows where,¡±

    Hermine sighed. For the next seconds, she was silent. ¡°She¡¯s going to be fine Reed, she can protect herself,¡± she ced yet another arm on my shoulder.

    ¡°Get out!¡± It was a silentmand that didn¡¯t quite express the rage and the guilt I was feeling. It was the reason why Hermine didn¡¯t move an inch, or attempt to remove her hand from my shoulder.

    ¡°You have three seconds to leave this room, or I swear to God,¡± my voice was still calm as I ordered. Hermine quietly removed her hand from my shoulders, finally feeling the weight of mymand. When I heard the door lock, I let the silence of the room weigh on my shoulders, and for the first time in who know fucking how long, tears welled up in my eyes.

    My phone had rang midway during my mission. At first, I¡¯d been adamant to pick it up, but after it rang again and again, distracting me from slicing open my victim, I decided to pick it up.

    The first words that flew out of Hermine¡¯s mouth were rambles and I had a hard time understanding. But then, she¡¯d mentioned Zinnia and taken in the same sentence and I felt my heart dropped to my feet. The death of my victim came too soon and before I knew it, I was on the highway.

    Watching the CCTV footage of my garden spread rage through my body. One, I couldn¡¯t see the assholes who took her. They were covered in masks. And two, it was the person who delivered her to the assholes.

    It was her friend. The one person she loved in this world after me. The one person she considered family. Fucking Alex delivered her to those fucking bastards. Why? I had no fucking clue.

    Perhaps, the little argument they had over me wasn¡¯t as minor as I made it out to be.

    Unlike Zinnia, she wasn¡¯t kidnapped. She let herself willfully be taken. And now, she was no fucking where to be found.

    The interphone in my office went off and Hermine¡¯s voice came through.

    ¡°Reed, I know you¡¯re upset but there¡¯s something I need to show you,¡±

    I was silent to the sound of Hermine¡¯s voice. I didn¡¯t acknowledge her, but a few minutester, the door to my study creaked opened.

    ¡°I found Alex¡¯s phone. I was able to unlock it. I went through her message and I realised the only person she spoke to about Zinnia was her father,¡±

    I let her words sink in. ¡°Her father? It doesn¡¯t make any sense,¡± I turned, taking the phone Hermine was stretching out to me. My eyes flew across the conversation with Alex¡¯s supposed father.

    ¡°It could be an alias,¡± I stated, handing back the phone to Hermine.

    ¡°Or not. I did a background search on Alex. She ran away from home at seventeen when her religious parents forced her to marry a man to hide her sexuality. Since then, she cut all ties with them, until two days ago when she reached out to her father,¡± Hermine exined.

    ¡°That still doesn¡¯t exined why you don¡¯t think whoever she sent that message to is an alias,¡±

    ¡°Her father is Lucas Greystoke. Ring a bell?¡± Hermine asked, giving me a knowing look, her eyes zeroing in on me. I pondered for a while, trying to recall if I¡¯d evere across that name.

    ¡°Doesn¡¯t ring a bell. Am I supposed to know him?¡± I asked. Instead of reying, Hermine showed me her phone. However, I still couldn¡¯t recognise the man I was looking at.

    ¡°Who the hell is this?¡±

    Hermine sighed. ¡°For someone who gets aroused from killing bad guys, you¡¯ve been living behind a rock. Lucas Greystoke is known in the underground world as Viper,¡±

    My eyes widened in shock. ¡°No way!¡± I eximed. ¡°This man is part of the underworld?¡± I took Hermine¡¯s phone, carefully studying the picture of the man. He had his left hand dropped over a woman whom I assumed was his wife and his right hand over a little boy.

    ¡°Fucking hell,¡± I cursed, ruffling my hands through my hair. How had I been so careless?

    ¡°Fuck, fuck, fuck!¡± I spat.

    ¡°Reed, you couldn¡¯t have known,¡± Hermine¡¯s voice followed behind me.

    ¡°Of course I should have. I should have ran a background check on Alex before letting her get closer to Zinnia,¡±

    Hermine rolled her eyes. ¡°Reed, you can¡¯t control who Zinnia choses to let into her circle,¡±

    ¡°Yes, I fucking can. I own her. She belongs to me. Her entire world revolves around me. I can easily eliminate anyone who isn¡¯t good for her,¡± I spat.

    I could tell Hermine was getting exasperated with my outbursts from constantly rolling her eyes. Yet, that was all she could do. Roll her eyes.

    ¡°I will find this Alex and when I do, she gets to experience just how evil I can be. I will not spare her,¡± I stared into space as I spoke.

    Lucas, Alex. I aming for you.

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    Hi guys, thank you for taking interest in my book. For those of you who haven¡¯t noticed, there was a mix up with the chapters.

    WELCOME TO HELL is chapter 47 and ALEX was supposed to be chapter 46, but for some reason, I can¡¯t edit it. I hope it doesn¡¯t confused you too much.

    HAPPY NEW YEAR!

 Save me

    Zinnia

    The next couple of days went by in a haze. Then again, I wouldn¡¯t even know how long I¡¯d been locked up. After Roman got me beat up and had his men have their way with me, he proceeded to drag me against the hard concrete floor, up the steep stairs, adding more pain to my body ¨C and threw me into a room.

    The only constion I had was that the room I was locked up in, at least had a bed. But as time whilst by, I realised being locked in here, irrespective of the bed, was the worst thing to happen to me.

    All alone, in the quiet of the room, for days, I could hear my heartbeat, so much so that I had used that as a mechanism to tell time move by. The room, looked like a cell, with a hollow cube of concrete, one way in and one way out, and a small box above my bed frame that served as a source of venttion.

    My throat was sore. My body hurt uncontrobly, so much so that I¡¯d been unable to leave the bed for the bathroom ¨C the small toilet pot inclined to the wall a few metres from my bed ¨C and was forced to do my business on the bed. I reeked of faeces and urine. And my breath? Oh, my goodness, my breath.

    I was in hell. Just like Roman had promised. Whenever I tried to close my eyes, I would see his face. Feel his hands all over me. His smile taunts me. The head of his belt haunts me in my dreams, slicing against my skin.

    And the man who had forced himself on me? God, I could still taste his cock inside my mouth, mixed with my vomit, and that made my stomach coil in disgust. But above everything, nothing taunted me more than the fact that he¡¯d made mee. It gave them pride, knowing that he was able to take that from me, something only Reed had been capable of doing.

    Reed. My stalker. The man who came into my life in the most unconventional way and brought out a part of me I hadn¡¯t known existed. He imed to be the devil, yet, I saw him as an angel.

    He was my guardian angel.

    The love of my life.

    My heartbeat.

    And I betrayed him when I came for that man.

    I gasped when I heard the door open, the pain in my body suddenly forgotten. In the darkness of the room, I couldn¡¯t tell if anyone hade in, so I held my breath. Waiting. Listening for footsteps.

    But, nothing. Had I been hallucinating again?

    The door mmed and I gasped against it, this time, holding my breath.

    My heart pounded six more times before I began to hear sobs. I convinced myself they were just in my head. Perhaps, I had cried too much so much so that the sound of my crying became engraved in my subconscious and decided to taunt me now.

    ¡°No, Go away!¡± I screamed, ruffling my hands through my hair in distress, desperate for the sobs to stop. But it never did.

    ¡°No, please, go away. Leave me alone,¡± I cried out again, but the sobs never left my conscious, however, when I heard a pale and tired voice call out, I paused.

    ¡°Hello, is anyone there,¡±

    I stilled, trying to figure out if the voice wasing from my mind again.N?vel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

    ¡°Is anyone there?¡± the voice spoke again.

    I quickly dried my eyes, looking at the wall.

    No, I wondered to myself. The wall was made out of concrete, surely, I wouldn¡¯t be able to hear voices and sobs from the other side. Right?

    ¡°Hello?¡± I called out.

    ¡°Oh, hi. There¡¯s actually someone there. I thought I¡¯d lost it when I began to hear voices,¡± the voice spoke again as I approached the wall. For the first time in what seemed like an eternity, my lips carved upwards in a smile.

    ¡°I¡¯m sorry,¡± was all I could muster, although I wasn¡¯t sure what exactly I was sorry for. For scaring her? For crying? Or whatever the hell she¡¯s just endured.

    ¡°I am Bethel. And you are?¡± Her voice seemed to lighten up, as though she hadn¡¯t been sobbing a few seconds ago, though, I wondered if her face had lightened up too.

    ¡°Zinnia?¡± I murmured unsure.

    ¡°Ah, Zinnia. You know, you¡¯re quite famous around here. Barely a week and your name is the only thing everyone talks about  here,¡± I was not sure how to deal with that piece of information. Knowing that I was well known around here couldn¡¯t be used to my advantage, if anything, it meant Roman would go above and beyond, hell, and extra mile to make my life a living hell.

    Ditching that thought into the pit of my mind, I decided to change the topic.

    ¡°Are you okay? I heard you crying,¡± the concern in my voice made me sound like a fool from the chuckle she let out.

    ¡°Oh, me? Yeah. I¡¯m okay. I mean, my room is right next to Zinnia¡¯s. How can I not be okay?¡±

    Now, it was me who chuckled.

    ¡°Hey, think you can give me an autograph sometime? I mean, when these walls aren¡¯t in the way of course,¡± she added and for the first time since being dragged into this hell hole, Iughed, the very sound of it a strange melody to my ears.

    Peeling my hands off the wall, I turned on my knees, ignoring the pain jabbing at every muscle in my body. I pressed my back against the wall, staring into space.

    ¡°No, I meant, are you okay?¡± I finally spoke after a while of silence. It was quiet on the other end and for a split second, I wondered if she¡¯d left.

    ¡°No,¡± and that was all she said before silence settled in. Nothing needed to be said again. Because how could anyone be okay in a ce like this? I wasn¡¯t sure how long she¡¯d been in here, but the duration didn¡¯t matter when it came to the atrocities these people were capable of.

    Maybe, she was here longer than I have been, I wouldn¡¯t know, but the little I¡¯ve endured was enough to make my skin crawl, make me hallucinate and have me waking up in the middle of the night ¨C or day, screaming like a maniac.

    ¡°But in a ce like this, no one is okay,¡± she spoke after a while and for a split second, my heart dropped to my chest.

    ¡°The only way to be okay is by dying. Because even if you somehow make it out of here, the walls of this ce will forever haunt you. Roman knows that and so he tortures us. Makes us beg him to end our lives and even then, he still tortures us with that. We¡¯ll never make it out of here alive,¡± she finalised.

    I shook my head, although she couldn¡¯t see. No, Reed ising for me. He will save me. He¡¯s the devil, my guardian angel. He woulde for me. I just need to be strong and wait patiently for him toe.

    ¡°He¡¯ll save me,¡± I murmured to myself, my eyes closing.

    ¡ª¡ª¨C

 Found something

    ¡°Anything new?¡± I asked for the umpteenth time, striding back and forth as Hermine typed away on the keyboard, her facial expression nothing short of concentration.

    ¡°Not yet. I am currently going through footage of every street around hoping to find anything that tells us who took her,¡± Hermine uttered, never peeling her eyes off the screen.

    ¡°We already know it¡¯s Roman through the help of Alex and her father,¡± I murmured in response to Hermine¡¯s statement. She ignored my remarks, her fingers speeding effortlessly over the keyboard.

    Two days. Two whole days and I was nowhere close to finding Zinnia. Every second that ticked by without me finding out a clue to her location was enough to drive me to hell. Imagining what Roman, or whoever it was that took her, might be doing to her made it impossible for me to sleep.

    I stood by therge floor-to-ceiling and end-to-end window in my study, both hands pleated in my pocket as I let my mind race, figuring out any clue that might lead us to find out where Zinnia was.

    ¡°I found something. It¡¯s not much, but I was able to hack into the security camera of the street at the end of the woods,¡± Hermine spoke as she leaned back on her seat, turning herptop in my direction.

    On the screen, was a ck van parked. A man had a woman lowered over his shoulders. She booted against him, but it left him unfazed as he matched towards the van.

    Then, he shoved the woman into the van and at once, Hermine paused the video.

    ¡°That¡¯s Alex. She was being tossed into a van too. This proves she was forcefully taken as well,¡± Hermine murmured.

    I sighed. ¡°This doesn¡¯t prove anything. She¡¯s still widely cognitive from what I can see. And Where¡¯s Zinnia? There¡¯s no sign that she was taken by them,¡±

    ¡°I think they took another route. You know how vast the woods is and the fact that it leads to several roads doesn¡¯t help our case. Still, Alex doesn¡¯t have anything to do with whoever Kidnapped Zinnia. If anything, I think she was abducted as well and probably needs our help too,¡±

    Now, Hermine was just bbing nonsense and I rolled my eyes hard, almost making it stick to the back of my eyes.

    ¡°Look, I know you have feelings for her, Hermine, but you need to wake up. I mean, you brought the evidence to me yourself. We already know she spoke with her father about Zinnia. And who is her father? Fucking Lucas Greystoke is known as Viper in the underworld. It is too much of a coincidence. Maybe, just maybe, if Alex had been hurled into the same van as Zinnia, I might consider her innocent to all this,¡±

    ¡°¡­ But..¡±

    ¡°No buts, Hermine. The woman you are in love with helped kidnap my woman. Now, unless you¡¯re going to actually do anything to help me find her, I suggest you leave before I rain my wrath on you,¡± I spat.

    I care for Hermine. Before Zinnia, she was the only one who made me feel an ounce of emotion. While I always didn¡¯t tolerate her then, I also didn¡¯t want to kill her. For her skills, and well because, I also saw her as a little sister. And as her big brother, it was my duty to make her see reason.

    Hermine stared at me intensely before mming herptop shut and storming out of my study.N?vel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

    I rolled my eyes and sighed. I guess finding Zinnia was all up to me. My men were as useless as they came. And the only person I could rely on just bailed on me.

    I moved to my desk and opened myptop. I hit the folder of stored footage from every corner of the estate and carefully reviewed it.

    I heaved out a heavy breath, disappointed over the fact that nothing new hade up. Not wanting to relent in my efforts, I dived into the footage Hermine was able toe up with.

    I studied the images intensely. My attention wasn¡¯t focused on Alex but on the masked men. And when there still wasn¡¯t anything giving out their identity, I focused on picking up the number te of the van. The video came to an end with nothing of importance.

    I logged intowork mapper and hacked into the cameras along the same route the van had taken. If I couldn¡¯t get a number te or a face, I might have well traced the van till where it stopped.

    The next hours I spent looking at my screen caused a cramp in my neck. I leaned back in my chair and stretched out my arms to relieve the cramp, still never taking my eyes off the screen.

    And atst, it was all worth it. The van stopped at a station for refill. Immediately, I copied down the gas station for future reference.

    In no time, the van was on the highway again. For the next hours, I followed up through every footage. Thest video of the van was at the entrance of an abandoned neighbourhood. That neighbourhood was known for its numerous crimes, drugs and gang fights until its ruler got killed during a fight and a war unleashed. By the time the cops made it, the entire neighbourhood had been set aze, some inhabitants dead and others had fled. And now, it was a dead neighbourhood. A perfect ce for those men to hide.

    As I rode to my feet and stormed out of my study, a surge of hope spiralled through my body. It onlysted an ephemeral, but it was enough to keep me going and getting back my little flower.

    As I reached thest of the steps, Hermine followed behind me.

    ¡°I found something else,¡± her voice was hasty due to taking long strides in an attempt to meet up with me as I headed for the garage. I stopped briefly and looked at her, the little furrow between her brows made me sigh.

    ¡°I found something too and I am about to check it out. Why don¡¯t you fill me in on our way there?¡± I asked, stretching out my hand to Hermine.

    She stared at my hand longer than I¡¯d expected. Then she sighed and stormed past me, walking ahead of me. I retreated my hand and shook my head in amusement.

    ¡®Such a fun little girl,¡¯ I murmured to myself.

    ¡ª¡ª¡ª

 Alex is found

    Reed

    ¡°I still firmly believe Alex is a victim in all this,¡± Hermine began and my hands tightened on the steering wheel. Not about to enter into another argument with her, I focused my attention on the road, waiting for her to expatiate.

    ¡°But, I was able to follow the van that took Alex through every route and it brought me to the neighbourhood of dead,¡± she finalised.

    I furrowed my brows. ¡°Neighbourhood of dead?¡± I tilted my head slightly, never taking my gaze off the road. I knew then what Hermine was talking about. My research had also led me to that Neighbourhood.

    ¡°Urgh, just trust me on this okay? I have a strong feeling about this,¡±

    The next couple of minutes were spent in silence. Hermine had long ago powered off herptop and turned her body to face the window. I wanted to apologise for the way I spoke to her yesterday, but Hermine hade to be just like me. Prideful and spiteful. She wouldn¡¯t let the fact that I admit defeat, especially to her, slide. And so, I kept my mouth shut and allowed my mind wonder to the ways things might go wrong.

    I had never been to the Neighbourhood of Death, but I knew we were pulling up the entrance when I began to spot burned and abandoned houses.

    ¡°We¡¯re here,¡± I murmured as I stopped the engine, took off my seatbelt and pulled my gun out from the back of my pocket. Hermine hadn¡¯t moved, so I tapped lightly and her shoulders and she woke with a bolt.

    ¡°Huh, what?¡±

    I rolled my eyes at her reaction. ¡°We¡¯re here.¡± After making sure the gun was loaded and I had some extra cartridges, I turned on the ignition. I drove past a couple of blocks when I spotted the ck van from the footage. The Neighbourhood had beenpletely deserted, not a single soul lurking around. Overgrown grass covered most fences of the houses. It almost felt like driving through the desert.

    I took off my seat. ¡°Stay in the car,¡± I ordered.

    ¡°Yeah, no, thanks,¡± Hermine uttered, already opening her side of the door and walking toward me. ¡°I¡¯m going in with you,¡± she added. She walked ahead of me before I could counteract.

    ¡°You are not even armed. And where are you going?¡± Sighing in defeat, I followed behind Hermine.

    It was unlikely, but I checked the van first. I tiptoed around, my hand already on the trigger of the gun, ready to fire a shot at any movement when I opened the van.

    But there was nothing, aside from a ck mask lying on the floor and a knife dotted with blood. I signalled for Hermine.

    ¡°You might need this,¡± I pointed at the knife. Once picked up, I turned to the house where the van was packed and began to head for the doorstep. My first instinct was to knock, but I decided against it and instead walked around the house, searching for a possible entry or exit route.

    When I was sure there was no one inside, I walked back to the front. My foot collided with the door in an abrupt hit and I walked in. I paused in my steps, my breathing stilled as I tried to listen for any sound. Then I began to check every door, Hermine ever present behind me.

    ¡°There¡¯s nothing in here,¡± I said and when no response came from behind me, I turned, only to realise that Hermine was nowhere in sight. Panic began perusing through my body.

    ¡°Hermine,¡± I called out, walking and checking through every door. I found Hermine standing at the end of the hallway.

    ¡°What are you doing-¡± Hermine gasped and yelled in fear, looking at me as though she¡¯d just seen a ghost.

    ¡°Jesus! Don¡¯t you fucking scare me like that!¡± She yelled, her hand in her chest in an attempt to calm her beating heart.

    ¡°What are you doing here?¡± I looked past her terrified face only to notice the door at the end of the hallway. ¡°You think there¡¯s something down there?¡± I asked, now standing in front of her.

    ¡°Only one way to find out,¡± she said.

    I walked ahead and once I stood in front of the door, I turned the doorknob, only to realise it was locked. I used my leg to jab at the door, hoping it woulde undone, still, a futile attempt.

    ¡°Step back,¡± I ordered.

    ¡°Wait! Do you want to shoot? What if there¡¯s someone directly behind the door,¡±

    ¡°Let¡¯s hope I don¡¯t fire at their heart then,¡± I replied and before Hermine could contradict further, a loud bang went off and the door opened.

    Hermine had both her hands over her ear and her petit body duct in one corner.

    It was peach ck and one could barely see past the first brick of stairs. I took out my phone and turned on the shlight. The stairs led to a basement. I turned to face Hermine.

    Rolling my eyes at her reaction, I said: ¡°Come on!¡±Owned by N?velDrama.Org.

    Creaks of wood, along with the sound of my boots could be heard as I descended the stairs. Midway through the stairs, a horrible stench engulfed my nostrils. I scrunched my face.

    I finally made it to the end of the stairs and was met with a human-free basement. Piles of boxes stood scattered on the floor. In the far end of the basement, was a pole that had restraints wrapped around it. I walked toward it.

    ¡°Look at that,¡± I pointed at the drops of flesh and blood on the floor. ¡°Someone was tied here recently,¡± I added. I grabbed the restraints that were tied up the pole. My best guess would be that it was used to hold someone¡¯s head in ce which was covered in blood.

    ¡°Someone was tied here,¡± I finalised, looking around for clues.

    ¡°Reed,e check this out,¡± Hermine called out from another corner of the room. She was staring intensely at a brick wall.

    ¡°What exactly am I looking at?¡± I asked confused.

    I could sense Hermine¡¯s frustration next to me. ¡°Fresh cement. I think this was recently put up,¡± she said, touching the wall with the tip of her fingers. I did the same and retreated with wet cement on my fingers.

    ¡°Fuck, Zinnia,¡± I spat out, frantically scanning the room for anything that could help me take down the wall.

    My heart was pounding against my chest at the thought that Zinnia could be behind that wall, gradually out of breath. I seeded in getting a hold of a sledgehammer, but I had no idea where to hit. What if the wall was put up an inch away from her? The force of the hammer might end up colliding with her, and even worse, the bricks might end up on her.

    But it was a risk I was willing to take. Slowly, yet with force, I raised the hammer and hit the wall. Immediately, the bricks began to fall to the ground. I took another hit at the wall when I suddenly heard gunshots.

    In the blink of an eye, the hammer dropped to the ground and I grabbed Hermine by the arm, finding coverage for the millions of bullets that were directed at us.

    ¡°Get out of your hiding ce you fucker!¡± The man who was firing at us yelled. Hermine clung to my arm like a kid hanging on to its favourite doll.

    ¡°Fuck, Hermine, I need you to let go of my arm, else we¡¯re all going to fucking die here,¡± I spat out. Hermine shook her head in denial.

    ¡°Hermine, listen to me,¡± I murmured in frustration, grabbing either side of her hand. ¡°I need to kill that fucker before he kills us,¡± tears were running profusely down Hermine¡¯s face.

    ¡°I can¡¯t Reed! I can¡¯t¡­ I can¡¯t¡­¡± she cried out in a strained breath.

    Oh fuck me, was she having a panic attack now? Just what I fucking needed.

    ¡°Here, hold the hem of my shirt, keep tugging at it and remember to breathe,¡± I ordered. Immediately, she grabbed the hem of my shirt, but her breathing was still strained and more tears ran down her cheeks.

    ¡°Come out you fucker!¡± The asshole yelled again and another shot went off and instantly, Hermine yelled out. I cursed inwardly at Hermine¡¯s reaction. Now we were fucked!

    My vision caught sight of an iron lying next to us. As carefully as possible, I picked it up and ced it on the floor, hoping that he would step on it and lose bnce.

    And it worked out because as soon as the fucker appeared before us and aimed his gun at us, he stepped on the iron causing him to lose bnce. Immediately, I grabbed Hermine¡¯s hands and flew out of the hiding spot. Once Hermine was in a safe spot, I returned to the asshole on the floor who was currently cursing like a bitch

    ¡°You fucking bastard! I¡¯m going to kill-¡± his sentence faded once he found me hovering above him, my gun to his head.

    What I didn¡¯t expect, was for him to burst out in a fit ofughter, as though he was certain I wouldn¡¯t shoot. And it vexed me, because I had be weak, and everyone knew that. This asshole right here was confident he would walk out of here unscathed.

    ¡°Okay, let¡¯s do this the fun way since you are alreadyughing,¡± I shoved my gun into the back of my pocket and helped the son of a bitch to his feet.

    He was still screaming cursive words at me and struggling to get out of my hold as I dragged him against the floor. I put him in the corner of the room, pulled out my gun and shot both of his kneecaps. His cry of agony filled my ear, sending happy jitters throughout my body as I searched the room for anything that could be used as restraints.

    ¡°Iron rod. This should do,¡± I picked up the iron and walked back to him. Shooting both of his legs didn¡¯t stop him from running his mouth, however, that stopped as the iron rod picked at his wrist. I made it extra tight, cutting the flow of blood from his hand. I had exactly five minutes to break through the wall and make sure Hermine was okay before he could pass out.

    And with that, I picked up the sledgehammer and got back to work. Angry growls gritted through my teeth as the hammer repeatedly collided with the wall. One. Two. Three. Four and five.

    And then the hammer dropped to the ground as a dehydrated and pale-looking body with cracked lips and messy hair sluggishly fell into my arms.

    ¡°Alex!¡± I whispered.

    ¡ª¡ª¨C

 Last breath

    Zinnia

    Cold water sshes against my bruised naked body, making me jolt from the floor. I screamed and shivered, folding my hands over my trembling naked body. Cold hands aggressively seized me, jerking me forward.

    ¡°No, please. I¡¯m tired,¡± I cried out, my swollen eyes filling up with tears. My entire body hurt. My thighs and my ass too, from repeatedly being impaled with inanimate objects and dozens of men at a time.

    For nights, I¡¯ve been locked up in this small cubic room with little to no venttion, using my breathing to track the time pass as they each took turns in using my body as they see fit.

    I was exhausted. Not only physically, but mentally too. Bethel was right when she¡¯d said Roman knew how to torture. I no longer wanted to leave this ce. I no longer had hopes that my devil of an angel would save me. I no longer wanted to live.

    I wanted to end it all.

    Roman had seeded in taking the only thing that kept me sane in this ce. My body no longer belonged to me. My soul had long left my body.

    ¡°Shut up you bitch! I¡¯m not done with you,¡± an angry voice uttered in the cold room. I didn¡¯t recognise this voice. He had to be new.

    A hard p flew across my face, knocking me off my wriggly feet andnding me on the cold concrete floor. The room was dark and I couldn¡¯t make out his face, but his brown eyes glistened in the dark, silently promising me more hell than I have already lived so far.

    I crippled backwards until my backnded against the wall. The figure took slow, calcted steps towards me.

    The door to the room opened and closed, footsteps drawing closer to me. Then all of a sudden, a blinding light shone through the room, making me squint my eyes. Laughter roared through the room. Tears ran down my cheeks.

    ¡°Look at me you little slut,¡± the new voice ordered. I buried my face into my hands, refusing to meet his gaze. A growl escaped his lips before he grabbed my hair and yanked my head backwards, bringing the shlight closer to my face.

    ¡°Take off your pants. This bitch is so messed up,¡± he said.

    The light wasn¡¯t from a torch, but rather from a phone. He was recording me. As if taking me by force wasn¡¯t enough, the bloody asshole wanted a video to share with his friends, or for whatever fucked up reason he has.

    ¡°I said take off your pants you stupid slut!¡± He yelled, grabbing a fistful of my hair and pulling it backwards. I yelled out. He pulled his pants downwards, making his cock shoot free and I immediately closed my mouth, muffling the pain.

    ¡°Be a good girl and open up,¡± he coerced. With tears profusely running down my cheeks, I shook my head.

    ¡°Open up, bitch!¡± The one with the camera yelled, jump scaring me. When I didn¡¯t abide, he sighed in anger and passed his phone to the other man.

    Then his one hand was pulling my hair backwards while the other was on my mouth, forcing it open. When he seeded, his fingersnded in between my teeth. I took that as an opportunity to bite hard on it, so much so that he was forced to stay put whilst whining like a little boy.

    ¡°Hey, let go of him you dirty bitch!¡± His friend yelled.

    ¡°I¡¯ll make you pay for this bitch,¡± the one whose finger was between my teeth warned.

    But, I never freed his fingers. I already knew what awaited me, might as well bite off his finger as a souvenir. The asshole struggled, yelling at the top of his lungs like a little bitch. He made the mistake of wriggling his finger in my mouth, but I only tightened my teeth.

    ¡°Ah! It hurts! Stop fucking recording and get her to stop Westley,¡± he yelled out.

    ¡°I don¡¯t know how Weston, the bitch has a tight grip,¡± the other replied.

    Westley and Weston. Those names I will never forget.

    Weston forcefully pulled his hands out of my mouth. I tightened my teeth. The more he pulled, the more he cried out in pain. And then suddenly, I could no longer feel the pressure of him pulling away, however, the result of our struggle hung between my teeth. I beat off his finger. Good! Now I could take whatever punishment they had in store for me.

    ¡°Weston, are you okay?¡± Westley asked. The room was quiet for a while except for Weston¡¯s sobs.

    ¡°No, of course I¡¯m not okay! That stupid bitch bit off my finger,¡± Weston yelled. ¡°Get her! Hold that bitch in ce. Let me teach her how sluts like her deserve to be treated,¡± Weston spat. Before I knew it, hands were gripping my hair firmly and dragging my naked body against the concrete floor, bruising me further.

    ¡°Pick up the phone and record this shit,¡± he ordered.

    I heard the mp of his belt as I struggled to regain myposure. Weston flips my bruised body on the ground, pressing my stomach on the cold floor.N?vel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

    ¡°Bring the camera closer. Immortalise this instant as I teach this slutty bitch a lesson,¡± he fired after Westley, mming into my behind. I didn¡¯t cry out in pain. That was what Weston expected of me. He wanted me to beg him not to take me. I have been gang-raped and humiliated by Roman¡¯s men, what is two more to the list?

    As Westley took from me, I let out silent sobs. Not because he was invading my body without my permission, but because I no longer wanted to live.

    ¡°That¡¯s it! You good little slut! Take my cock! Take every inch of it,¡± Weston growled above me, pressing my head into the concrete floor.

    Despite being rough in his thrust and grip, a surge of hope spirals through my body. Maybe, just maybe, I would not have to live another day to witness this torture. All I had to do was provoke him. Get on hisst nerve.

    ¡°Record the bitch¡¯s face so everyone can see how much she loves taking it in her ass,¡± Weston spoke through gritted teeth, pressing my head further into the ground.

    He impaled me onest time before groaning and filling his cum in me. As he continued pounding aggressively in me whilst pressing my head against the floor, my breathing slowed and my eyes shut. He got off me and I barely heard him whisper something to Westley before I took myst breath.

    ¡ª¡ª¡ª¨C

 Free

    Zinnia

    ¡°Psst! Zinnia. Can you hear me?¡± I hear a voice in my subconscious. Perhaps I¡¯m dreaming. Or, I¡¯d finally crossed the line between life and the afterlife. No, the paralysing pain I felt was too real.

    ¡°Psst, Zinnia. Wake up! We need to leave now,¡± I heard the voice again, this time, more clearly. Slowly, I open my eyes, which feel heavy. The first thing I see is a strange room.

    I close them again, too tired and worn out to keep them open. The voice speaks again, this time, poking me in the side. I flinch and opened my eyes again, but they threatened to close again.

    ¡°Dammit Zinnia! Wake up! We need to leave now,¡± when I opened my eyes, an alien figure hovered above me. Her dishevelled oxblood-dyed hair looked faded. A bluish-dark colour tinted her left eye. Red marks darted her entire face. There was a cut on her jaw and her lower lip as well. Her torn tank top barely hugged her pale body.

    She shed me a smile and I squinted my face at the colour of her teeth.

    ¡°Good! You¡¯re awake,¡± she whispered, her bad breath almost knocking me out. I squinted my nostrils as she looked over her shoulders. At that instant, I couldn¡¯t help but wonder if I smelled like that.

    ¡°We need to leave. Now!¡± She added with panic evident in her voice as her tiny, yet shivering hands tried to lift me.

    I was confused. Where the hell was I? Thest thing I remember was Westley getting off me. And who was this girl and why was she acting so friendly towards me?

    My body felt heavy as I sat upright, the confusion of who this girl was and where she intended to take me wearing down on me.

    ¡°I¡¯m sorry, who are you? And where are we going?¡± My voice was groggy as I spoke. The girl paused, taking offence to my question and looking at me in bewilderment.

    ¡°What do you mean who am I? It¡¯s me, Bethel, remember? We spoke briefly through the walls of our rooms,¡± she exined, helping me to my feet.

    Oh, that would exin why she was acting too friendly toward me. But howe I couldn¡¯t recognise her voice? That was perhaps, due to my current state.N?velDrama.Org: owner of this content.

    ¡°Oh, right! We¡¯ve never properly met,¡± she stuck out her free left hand. ¡°This is not the right moment, but hi Zinnia, it¡¯s finally nice to officially meet you,¡± she said, a beaming smile on her face.

    I furrowed my brows. How was she so full of life and oozing positivity when she looked like she¡¯d been beaten and attacked by animals? Still, I smiled at her.

    ¡°Nice to me you too,¡± I murmured, taking the first step towards the door. ¡°Where am I? And where are you taking me?¡±

    We were closer to the door. Bethel leaves me and takes a step closer to open the door. She poked her head outside before turning back to me. ¡°I can¡¯t exin right now, but we have to leave. Roman just left and I found a way for us to escape,¡± she answered enthusiastically, tiptoeing ahead and I sheepishly followed behind her.

    ¡°But how? And what if we get caught? Roman will punish us,¡± I whispered behind her, trying to drag my tired body. Bethel stops abruptly and I bump into her. She turns and faces me with a grinning smile on her face.

    ¡°That will be awesome. Maybe he can just take my miserable life as punishment,¡± she beamed, dozing off for a while. ¡°But, let¡¯s go. We need to get through the hallway without any of his men spotting us. They¡¯re currently in the basement deciding where to take us,¡±

    I realised in that instant that, maybe I didn¡¯t want to die. Not when Roman was still walking the corners of this earth, carrying on with his life as if he didn¡¯t ruin mine and so many others. I was aware that the probability of leaving this ce was very thin and I¡¯d given up on Reed ever finding me. He was a resourceful man, but, if till now, he hadn¡¯te to save me, then, there was no hope.

    Bethel, however, seemed hopeful that we could leave this ce. She turned through the dark hallway as though she¡¯d been here a thousand times. Perhaps, that has been the case, I wouldn¡¯t know. But she seemed positive about our escape n, almost as if she¡¯d been nning for a while now.

    ¡°How long have you been nning this?¡± I asked out of the blue. Bethel shushed me, a little too loud for my liking. I rolled my eyes and continued following behind her.

    We reached a dead-end. At least, I thought so. Bethel reached for her worn-out shorts, took out a cell phone and powered it on, the light shining through the hallway. My heart drops to my chest, worried that it might draw attention to us.

    ¡°Where did you get this?¡±

    Bethel is silent. With the dim lighting from her cell, I can see her furrow her brow as she searches for something on her cell. Then, the phone is pressed to her ear.

    ¡°We¡¯re here,¡± she says before tugging the phone back in the pocket of her trousers. Shortly, a loud thud resonated, almost as if the door was being opened. Then we were hit by sunlight and a soothing breeze.

    Bethel stepped outside, smiling at the man on the other end. Whereas, my feet trembled as I took the first step towards the bridge of the door. Tears pricked my eyes as our situation settled in. I was free. We were free. Roman could no longer hurt us.

    As I step outside, I spread my arms open, basking in the smell of the air and freedom. The breeze was so strong, it almost knocked me off my feet. But I didn¡¯t care. For the first time in what felt like years, I smiled. A smile that quickly turned into full-blownughter and then, sobs. I couldn¡¯t believe it.

    I was caught up in the moment that I hadn¡¯t realised Bethel was standing next to me. Her hand on my shoulder had me looking at her, shooting her an appreciative stare. When she least expected it, I threw my hands around her. ¡°Thank you, thank you, thank you,¡± I whispered continuously in the crook of her neck.

    I feel her smile on me. ¡°It¡¯s okay, Zinnia. I know you would have done the same for me,¡± she says, wrapping her hand over my thin waist. We were both silent until the man who opened the door spoke up.

    ¡°I don¡¯t have all day. We need to hurry up. Roman will be here any second,¡±

    Bethel and I pulled away from each other. ¡°That¡¯s right,¡± Bethel says, walking away from me to stand next to the man. ¡°Zinnia,¡± she begins, sheepishly folding her hand behind her back and kicking her feet on the ground.

    I frowned. Why did I feel like she was about to say something bad?

    ¡°You know how I helped you out of the room and he let us out?¡± She begins, unable to meet my gaze. ¡°I need you to do something for us to be truly free,¡± she finally met my gaze.

    I furrowed my brows. ¡°What do you mean?¡±

    ¡°I¡¯m sorry, I had no other choice okay? It was the only way for us to escape,¡± she begins to b.

    I was lost. I couldn¡¯tprehend a word of what she was saying. ¡°Bethel, why don¡¯t you calm down and exin to me what is happening? I¡¯m sure we can sort it out,¡± I spoke.

    The man who opened the door began to approach me, a creepy smile on his face. He smelled of sweat and days of no shower. His index finger is under my chin. I shrugged away from his touch, and the realisation of what Bethel meant suddenly hit me like a truck.

    ¡°What your friend is saying is, she used you as payment to allow you girls to escape. Now, don¡¯t worry about it, I¡¯m sure you¡¯ve done this so many times whilst being locked in here. I¡¯ll be gentle, I promise,¡± he smirked as more tears pooled in my eyes. I looked past him to Bethel who witnessed our encounter.

    ¡°Bethel, how could you?¡± I barely whispered.

    ¡ª¡ª¡ª¨C

 Loss of an acquaintance

    Zinnia

    Bethel and I were not friends. I would say the right word to describe what we have is ¡°acquaintance through a wall¡±. So, I shouldn¡¯t have expected much from her. In a ce like this, everyone fights for survival. Everyone fights to be safe. A part of me had hope Bethel wouldn¡¯t be one of those who selfishly fought for survival, putting others life on the line. I should have known better. The escape n seemed too good to be true.N?velDrama.Org: owner of this content.

    One would wonder why I couldn¡¯t just give into what he was asking. In reality, it wasn¡¯t an easy request. It¡¯s one thing to have my body forcefully taken against my will and its another to willingly offer my body to one of the men who helped define my fate. I couldn¡¯t do it, even if my ticket to freedom depended on it. I would rather he forcefully takes from me, then have me offer it to him.

    ¡°Bethel, how could you?¡± I repeated the words as the man yed with a strand of my hair. He leaned in and sniffed it. My entire body cringed, almost of it bugs were crawling their way up.

    ¡°Zinnia, we need this okay? I had no other choice. It will be over before you know it. Justy down and let him do whatever he wants,¡± Bethel tries to convince me. I couldn¡¯t help but rolled my eyes. True, we need to leave this ce, but why was I the one paying?

    ¡°Okay, but why am I the one sacrificing? Why can¡¯t you do it?¡±

    Bethel sighs in frustration. ¡°Because he specifically asked for you,¡± she replies nonchntly.

    I shrugged the man¡¯s hand off my hand and pushed him away from me. ¡°Well, I won¡¯t do it. I can¡¯t do it. You better sort something out with him,¡± I said angrily, my gaze shifting from Bethel to the man, who threw a mocking stare my way.

    ¡°Zinnia! Don¡¯t be hard-headed. Just think about the nightmare that awaits us. You barely survived after what those assholes did to you back in the dungeon. How those men brutally gang-raped you, taking turns in doing whatever they want with your body. Who is to say there isn¡¯t more where that came from? If you think about it, this is just a small price to pay if it means you don¡¯t get to relieve all that,¡±

    ¡°It¡¯s easier said than done when you¡¯re not the one offering your body!¡±

    ¡°I would in a heartbeat if he asked for mine! I don¡¯t have much to lose. He will just be another man who took from me,¡±

    ¡°Hey! Don¡¯tpare me to those assholes. And don¡¯t forget, your ticket to freedom lies in the palm of my hands. You might want to watch how you talk about me,¡± he interrupted, visibly taking offence to the words Bethel had uttered.

    I rolled my eyes at him and Bethel. ¡°I¡¯m sorry but I can¡¯t. I refuse to offer myself to someone who contributed to my nightmare,¡± I spat, folding my hands under my breast to show how serious I was.

    ¡°But he is not directly rted to it. He was simply following orders from Roman, who by the way will kill him should he find out he ever let us escape,¡± Bethel defends, still, I refuse to abide by her rules. She made the agreement with him, why was I the one paying the price? Should she have asked for my opinion before seeking his help, she would have known I would never have agreed.

    ¡°My answer is the same,¡±

    ¡°Don¡¯t be selfish, Zinnia!¡± Bethel spat, clearly pissed off at my continuous denial. ¡°You¡¯re not some princess who has everything handed over to them. You¡¯re not the only one who has been used against the will. You¡¯re not the only one who has been degraded and left to die after every torture, so stop with the superiorityplex. In here, we¡¯re all the same. Sex toys. He¡¯s freeing us from the hell that is our life and you¡¯re stalling because of what? I have been raped, beaten, tortured, you bloody name it. What difference does it make giving into his demand when we get to be free?¡±

    ¡°If its so easy why don¡¯t you do it!¡±

    ¡°I would, but he clearly wants you!¡±

    ¡°That¡¯s enough you two! If you can¡¯te to an agreement then I¡¯m sorry, but you have to go back in,¡± the man interrupted, clearly unbothered by my exchange with Bethel. He had nothing to lose. He was no different from Roman. He may or may not have participated in my gang rape, but he was asking for my body in exchange to set us free. He was a selfish bastard.

    ¡°Come on, Zinnia. There¡¯s no time. Just take off your clothes,y down and let him do his thing. I¡¯ll keep watch,¡± Bethel insists.

    ¡°And I said no!¡± I fired back, getting more angry at her every passing second.

    ¡°Okay! I tried,¡± the man spoke up, throwing his hands in the air in defeat. ¡°You girls have to go back in,¡± he reached out to Bethel first, grabbing her by the hand and leading her back inside. Just as Bethel crossed the threshold, she turned, taking the man off guard by kicking his groin. I gasped in utter disbelief and whilst he cried out, Bethel strides passed him, running away.

    ¡°Hey! Come back here you silky bitch!¡± He screamed, grabbing his groin. A chuckle erupted from within me as I took off, following behind Bethel.

    I wonder what beef Bethel had to settle with Roman. I wonder what her life was like before she became his ve. Was she a runner? Did she do any sports that require running? Because she was clearly fast, even when I sped up, trying to catch up with her, she was still way, way ahead of me.

    While still running, I looked over my shoulder, noticing that the man that had freed us was no longer on the ground crying out in pain, neither was he anywhere in sight. But I couldn¡¯t pay much attention to it. All that mattered to me was running as fast as I could.

    Bethel slowed down. I guess her feet were started to get sore, just like mine. But even as she slowed down, I couldn¡¯t meet up with her.

    We stopped dead in our tracks when we heard sirens. Shortly after, a deep voice grunted into a megaphone, urging us to turn back as there was no way to escape without loosing out lives. I looked over Bethel, the look of determination on her face was all I needed to keep me going.

    Without missing a heartbeat, she turned and continued running, and I did same. This time, I was able to meet up with her. We ran as fast as we could, after all, our lives depended on it. Even when he heard tyres screeching behind us, the same voice sting through the megaphone, threatening to end our lives, we never stopped.

    We were so caught up in escaping that we did not realise we were approaching a cliff. And so, we halted just in time, right before the next step could throw us into the wild.

    My heart pounded against my ribcage as the car pulled up before us. Next to me, I could hear Bethel¡¯s loud breathing. Three huge men came out from the car. I guess Bethel kicked the other asshole a little too hard, because these men, I had never seen them before, but if they were here, they had to work for Roman.

    One smiled as his gazed locked on me. ¡°I told you it was futile running away. Hasn¡¯t it settled in? You are in an ind. The only way out of here is through a thug boat. Just give up already. Go back and face your punishment,¡± he spoke mockingly as he approached me.

    ¡°Never! I havee too far to give up! I would rather die than go back,¡± Bethel uttered behind me.

    ¡°No one cares if you live of die. I was talking about our precious little flower here. You can jump into the cliff for all I care,¡± the man uttered coldly, never taking his gaze away from me. I didn¡¯t have to look at Bethel to know that the words he threw at her cut deeper than she¡¯d expected. To hear someone talk so indifferently about your life, after you have fought for survival stings, especiallying from someone who has no right to decide whether you get to live or die.

    Behind me, I hear Bethel sob. ¡°Don¡¯t listen to him Bethel. I care about you. Don¡¯t take his words to heart. We¡¯ll find a way out of here,¡± I tried to lift up her morals. With my gaze still locked on the man, I stretch out my hand to Bethel, but she never took it.

    ¡°Bethel, we outdid his colleague, we can still do it again,¡±

    ¡°Shut up you dirty bitch! If you weren¡¯t the boss¡¯s bargaining chip, I would have long taken your life. Now, I suggest your shut you mouth and only open it to take a dick down your throat,¡± he spat out angrily.

    ¡°I am your boss¡¯s bargaining chip? How about I jump off the cliff huh? Will you still care if I die?¡± I teased, taking a step backwards. In a heartbeat, he aggressively grabs me. I tried shrugging my hand off, but he ps me hard across the cheek.

    ¡°Don¡¯t hurt her you slimy little bitch!¡± Bethel yells out. Just then, his other colleague walks past us to where Bethel stood. He grabs her arm and threatens to push her off the cliff.

    ¡°No! No, please don¡¯t hurt her. I¡¯ll go with you,¡± I cried out, my heart hurting for Bethel. The man grabbing my arm let¡¯s out a mocking chuckle.

    ¡°You¡¯reing with us either way! Will, get rid of her,¡± I heard him say before he begins to drag me toward the car. Bethel¡¯s cries had me fighting against him. I bit his hand, catching him off guard and while he groaned in pain, I kicked him in the groin and he freed me. I turned, but Bethel was no where in sight.

    I ran toward the cliff, crying out for Bethel, but the other man grabbed me before I could get there. I kicked my feet in the air, tears streaming down my cheek at the loss of my acquaintance.

    ¡°Bethel, no! Bethellll!¡± I cried out, repeatedly kicking my feet, but the man was rtively strong and then he began dragging me back toward the car.

    Bethel may had forced me into using my body against my will, but she didn¡¯t deserve to die. Not like this.

    Perhaps, if I had given into her demands, she would still be alive.

    ¡ª¡ª¡ª

 Taken back

    Zinnia

    Will drags me back inside, this time, through another route different from what Bethel and I escaped from. I screamed and kicked my feet in the air, crying out and cursing at him to let me go, but each time I cried out, I received a spank on my butt cheeks.

    I couldn¡¯t go back, not when the only friend I had was no more. I had tried escaping and the terror that awaited me will be nothing beyond what I¡¯d experienced being here. I couldn¡¯t go through that, not again. My body still hurts. My inner thighs screamed for mercy. My asshole was seconds away from tearing apart. And my mouth, God knows my mouth has received more cocks and dickstely. Roman would take pleasure in torturing me now. He would make it his life mission to end my life, as if he hadn¡¯t already killed me.Content is property of N?velDrama.Org.

    ¡°No, let go off me, you asshole,¡± I screamed at the top of my lungs. My throat burned, begging for a drop of water, but despite the ache, I didn¡¯t stop yelling.

    At some point, Will drops me to the ground. I began to crawl in the other direction, making my way for the door. But he grabs my hair.

    ¡°Get back here, you dirty bitch!¡± He cursed, grabbing a fistful of my hair and pulling me further into the foyer. My cries had called the attention of everyone as all the other woman who had been captured by Roman stood outside their room to witnessed the hiatus. When Will had dragged me to the center, he let go off my hair and hovered over me.

    My scalp burn with pain. I heaved out several breaths, my chest rising and falling abruptly.

    ¡°You stupid bitch! Did you really think you could get away from Roman? Your stupidity caused the life of your friend and now her death is on her conscience. Trust me, Roman wouldn¡¯t be happy to know you tried to escape and in the process, you caused him one of his life long ie,¡± Will says in a mocking tone and then he disappeared.

    I stood there, unable to move, the weight of his words pinning me down. I sobbed, not for the what Roman would do to me, that was for another time. But because my reluctance, my pride, my stubbornness had caused the life of someone who kept mepany. If I had just given myself to that man, we would have been free and far away from here, and Bethel would still be alive. But because of me, she was death. She was shot and pushed off a cliff because of me. Her family, if she ever had one, would never know what happened to her. It was all my fault.

    I buried my face into the cold concrete floor and sobbed, not giving a damn that other captives were staring at me. For the first time since I was brought in here, I wasn¡¯t crying because I missed Reed. I wasn¡¯t crying because I was being ganged raped. I wasn¡¯t crying because I was being humiliated. I was crying because I caused the death of someone who fought to get us out of here. Even if I did made it out of here, I would never be able to live without the guilt of having been the cause of her death.

    I cried and cried, screaming at the top of my lungs, ignoring my throat that burned and begged to be patched. My screams echoes through the foyer, and despite people watching, I was alone. Mypanion was no more.

    It felt like an eternity before I moved. And it wasn¡¯t because I¡¯d finally decided to move on my own, but it was because of the cold water that was sshed on me, before chuckles followed.

    Slowly, as my body ached, I looked through my puffy eyes to find men I¡¯d never seen before. Theyughed, pointed and some pulled out their phones to take pictures of me. It didn¡¯t bother me. I didn¡¯t care. But when they dispersed and the silhouette of a broad looking man came into my vision, I began to shiver on the spot, as though a bucket of ice had been flushed into my system.

    It was him. My captor. My tormentor. My judge. He hade to pronounce my sentence for having attempted to escape.

    ¡°Zinnia, Zinnia!¡± His voice was even colder than I remembered. It had been days since Ist saw him. I think. ¡°Someone tells me you tried to escape,¡± he said calmly, stooping to my level. Using a cigar, he shifts the hair from my face. My gaze drops to the ground, unable to meet his. ¡°Haven¡¯t you learned, Zinnia? You can¡¯t escape from me. Your life belongs to me and the only way from you to escape me, is it I let you die,¡± he adds.

    Then, he rose to his feet. Only then, was I able to look up. I watched him tuck his hands inside the pocket of his trouser. He whispered something to the men who surrounded me before disposing of the cigar, taking at a wipe and cleaning his hands and threw it to the floor close to my face. Next thing I know, he¡¯s walking away from me.

    I heard his voice onest time. ¡°Bring everyone in the foyer. Let everyone see what happens when they try to escape,¡± and for good this time, he walked away.

    The man above me, one after the other, took off their belts. My hands flew to my back and I began to shift backwards, all the while shaking my head and shivering.

    ¡°Oh,e on now, Zinnia. Let¡¯s have some fun. You¡¯re gonna have a good time,¡± one of the men says. He was the first to get rid of his belt and the first one to drop to his knees and shove his dick inside my mouth. And then, the others followed suit. They worked in pair. A dick in my mouth. Another in me. Three more on my face, spewing their junks on my face.

    ____________

 Perish

    Zinnia

    Mumbles, lightugher and sobs filled the room, though, to me, they seemed like a distant echo. My blurry eyes could hardly phantom all the movements above me. My breathing was faint.

    Turning or moving my body felt like an exhausting task. My entire body, right to my fingers, had gone numb. Next to me, I hear cries and I struggled to turn my head the other direction. With a blurry vision, my gaze locks with deep ck eyes as empty as mine. Who is she and what did she do to merit such fate as me? I wondered in that instant.

    Tears ran down either side of her eyes as she moved. I closed my eyes and allowed the darkness take me to a faraway ce. I yelled out in pain when something burned into my skin. I cried out when the burn left from my left thigh to my right and began climbing to my naked body. I yelp with each sound of cigar cresting into my skin.

    ¡°Ah! She likes it. Keep going,¡± I hear a voice say, his tone full of excitement. I open my mouth to speak, to beg them to stop, that I¡¯d learned my lesson and I will never try to escape again, but all that came out was a silent sob. Not only did my body hurt from being tossed around, my skin itself cried out for help from being repeatedly etched with a burning cigar.

    ¡°Please, stop,¡± I found my voice and muffled out. And the burning did stop, temporarily. Someone leaned into me, bringing his ear closer to my mouth. I whispered again; ¡°please stop,¡± The man pulled back from me and looked at his friends, back at me and then at his friends again.

    ¡°She says she wants more,¡± he yelled out at the top of his voice and they all burst into a fit ofughter. Tears welled up my eyes. I shook my head abruptly and repeatedly in a bid to voice out my denial.

    Within seconds, my legs were being spread apart and something ¨C that wasn¡¯t of human, was shoved inside my body. I gulped at the alien andrge object pushing in and out of me.

    ¡°Yeah, that¡¯s right. Take it bitch,¡± the men screamed, deriving more pleasure from my difort and pain. As if it wasn¡¯t enough, they began pouring liquids of all sorts all over me, making it impossible for me to breathe.

    I turned my head to the side and coughed, fleetingly forgetting about what was happening to my downer body. Right now, all I could focus on was breathing. Fuck that! Why should I? Perhaps, if I just allowed the liquid invade my nostrils, sink into my lungs, it would end my misery for ever. But, these men, as cruel and vicious as they are, wouldn¡¯t give me the one thing I longed for. When they noticed I no longer reacted to what they were doing with my body and I was slowly passing out, they stopped. One appeared next to me and abruptly pped my chin, forcing me awake.

    ¡°Fucking bitch! We aren¡¯t done with you, you better stay awake,¡± the man warned. However, I could barely keep my eyes open. ¡°Think dying is going to stop us? I would still use your body how I see fit! I paid good money for you and Reed owes me his life,¡± another man growled before the assault resumed.

    Everything still. The movements in the room. Theughter. The sobs. My breathing. My visions. Every. Fucking. Thing. My body, which was now nothing other than trash, was left to perish in the cold floor of the foyer. I opened my mouth and as calmly as possible, I struggled to breathe through my mouth.

    Then, I opened my eyes, and closed it right back. The relief that wafted through me came as a jolt. They were all gone. Or, so I thought. I turned my worn out body towards the silhouette next to me.

    ¡°Hey¡­,¡± the words came out my mouth in a gruntled sound. I stretched out my hand and poked her sides. She didn¡¯t move. Immediately, panic enveloped me. Not wanting to relent my efforts, I poked her again. And again. And again. And again. Until my hand ached. Reality hit me. She was dead. There was a dead body next to me. Those men had used her body to their satisfaction.

    However, I didn¡¯t feel any remorse. I didn¡¯t feel pity for her. Hell, I¡¯d just suffered the same fate as her. The only emotion I strongly felt right now, was jealousy. Death was the only thing I longed for. Death was the only thing I prayed for every damn fucking night being locked here. Yet, even the universe didn¡¯t think I was worthy of that. What was so special about her that she got the only thing I so desperately wanted.Content is property of N?velDrama.Org.

    And so, I burst into tears. Tears because even death didn¡¯t find me worthy. Tears because I realised Roman was the only person who could end my misery, and he wouldn¡¯t do it until he¡¯d destroyed every single part of me. And even then, he would still find ways to torture me.

    My thoughts were cut short when I opened my eyes and through my tear-stained gazed, I saw Roman. He stood above me, hisposure poised and hands tucked in his pocket. I saw the smile on his face. He was pleased at himself.

    ¡°Get rid of that,¡± he spoke and then stooped to my lever. ¡°My little flower, have you learned your lesson?¡± He asks and I let out a sob. ¡°Have you seen what awaits you when you try to escape?¡± He adds. I tear my gaze away from him. My hatred for him more than anything I¡¯ve ever felt.

    ¡°Why do you even try? There¡¯s nothing out there for you. The man you call Saviour has long deserted you. Why suffer through this my wrath for someone who has long given up on you?¡± Roman mocks.

    Then, he rose to his feet and spoke onest time. ¡°I have been kind enough towards you, Zinnia, but you keep testing my patience. Tonight was just a little taste of what awaits you should you ever pull that staunt again,¡± and with that, he walked away, leaving me alone in the foyer to perish.

    ________

 An exchange

    Reed

    ¡°I might have some information on Zinnia¡¯s whereabouts,¡± Hermine storms into my study, forcing my gaze on hers. Excitement glittered in her eyes and for the first time since Alex was rescued, the smile on her face was brighter than a thousand summers.

    ¡°So, the knife from the van had the mark of a bull imprinted on it. At first nce, it is not visible, but tilt the knife to the left in a dark room and vi! Now, the bull mark belongs to a biker club of the east. I was able to pull some strings and meet with the leader of the bull club who was very willing to answer my questions. Turns out, the van belongs to their club as well. Now, he¡¯s willing to let go off the fact that you killed one of his men during the ambush at the neighborhood of death and even give us some vital information regarding Roman¡¯s whereabouts, but on condition that you owe him a favor,¡± Hermine bs, pacing back and forth.

    With a dispirited sigh, I rose to my feet, rounded the table and walked towards Hermine. I put my hand on either side of her shoulders, urging her to calm down. ¡°What favour?¡± I ask.

    ¡°He wouldn¡¯t say for now, just that he would call on the favour you owe him when the timees,¡± Hermine answers in a breathy voice. I pondered over her words. The leader of the bull club was a cold hearted man who was known for granting help in exchange for something. Now, whilst I was willing to kill anyone, I worried his favour might be something that goes against what I stand for; like killing someone innocent. But right now, he was my only hope to finding Zinnia since every attempt seemed futile.

    ¡°Okay.¡± I say.

    ¡°Great, because I already agreed to meet with him in exactly thirty minutes,¡± Hermine says, walking past me and heading for the door.

    ¡°What?¡± I asked, stunned.

    ¡°And get your arms and whatever thing you use to kill people,¡± she adds before closing the door.

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    ¡°Have you checked up on Alex?¡± my voice roars through the quiet moving vehicle. Hermine peels her gaze from herptop and stared at me momentarily before focusing her attention back to herptop.

    ¡°No,¡± she replies inly.

    ¡°You know; you will have to check up on her at some point. I know you me yourself for what happened to her, which is foolish,¡± I tried to convince. Since Alex was found, Hermine refused to visit her, even though she was in one of the rooms in my estate. She would ask the doctors for updates on her health but refused to visit her. For some reason she med herself for what happened to Alex which was something I couldn¡¯t understand because it was beyond her control.

    ¡°Take the next bend.¡± She dismissed my statement.

    ¡°Hermine,¡± I call out.

    ¡°I don¡¯t want to talk about it, please. Let¡¯s just focus on getting Zinnia back,¡± she states. I decide against counteracting her. instead, I follow her directions and shortly after, I was driving through a rough neighborhood. The looks that came our way was expected, after all, we were strangers driving into an unknown territory.

    ¡°Just keep driving and forget about them. Park at the end of the street and someone will take us to him,¡± Hermine adds.

    ¡°Are sure you got the right info? I don¡¯t want to start a war,¡± I say, starting to feel a little unsure about this. Hermine might have been duped and with us driving through the streets of a territory where we clearly aren¡¯t weed might lead to a fight. Which I didn¡¯t want. She rolled her eyes.

    ¡°Yes I got the right info. No, your presence here will not lead to gang fight. Now, just trust me and drive to the end of the street,¡± Hermine replies in frustration. I drive to the end of the road as ordered. I stopped when a man with a burly physic raised his hand, urging me to stop. Hermine rolls down her side of the window and duct her head out.

    ¡°Hermine Rivera for the Bull,¡± she says in a firm tone. The man stared at Hermine and me suspiciously before turning to his partner. After exchanging a nod with him, he turns to us.

    ¡°Password,¡± he says. Hermine turns to me with a frown on her face. ¡°I¡¯m not sure what he means,¡± she whispers to me. The man must have heard what Hermine said because he immediately got defensive and pulled out his gun. At once, the other men who stood by as we drove pulled out their guns too, and in no time, our vehicle was surrounded.

    ¡°You have one second to step out of the vehicle!¡± he ordered. My gaze shifts to Hermine who was physically shaking on the spot. With my one hand up, I slowly took off my seatbelt, opened the door and stepped out. They brutally seize me, poking every side of me in search for a gun. Once they¡¯d unarmed me, I spoke up.

    ¡°Tell the Bull the Bounty Hunter is here for a favour,¡± I said calmly, putting my hands down. Realisation dawn on the man who searched me as his face went from confidence to horror.

    ¡°Yes, of course,¡± he stuttered, returning the guns he took from me. Hermine runs towards me, wrapping her hands in mine. In no time, the man returns, asking that we follow him. Now, it was Hermine¡¯s turn to be skeptical as she hung to me as though her life depended on it as we walked behind the man.

    ¡°I apologize for the cold wee my men gave you. They were simply following orders,¡± a voice speaks up as we enter a dimly lit room. I had nevere face to face with the Bull, reason why when a seven foot Viking man stepped into light, I swallowed a lump.

    ¡°No offence taken,¡± I say. He smiles firmly at me before signalling to his men to leave the room. Then, he spoke to me.

    ¡°Follow me,¡± he says. I follow quietly behind him while taking in my surroundings.

    ¡°Mr Bull, you say you have information on Roman,¡± Hermine¡¯s timid voice echoed through the silent isle. Bull doesn¡¯t respond until we get to his office.

    ¡°That I do,¡± he says calmly, taking a seat.

    ¡°And you are willing to give this information in exchange for a favour which you will call in on ater date,¡± I repeated what Hermine told me earlier. He nods.

    ¡°I brokered a purchase between Roman and a client of mine and I am certain Roman conducts most of his businesses there,¡± he says. A frown appeared on my face.

    ¡°What purchase?¡±

    ¡°An ind, but this ind is not registered under Roman¡¯s name,¡± he adds. It all made sense, the reason why I have been unable to track down Roman from the properties he owned. ¡°This ind is registered under his wife¡¯s name,¡± My eyes widened in shock.

    ¡°His wife?¡± I ask He nods.

    ¡°My sister,¡± he adds further shocking the hell out of me. ¡°I am willing to give you information on this property and in exchange, I need you to get my sister out of there and make sure she is safe,¡±

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 the dungeons

    Reed

    The Bull had been kind enough to provide us with his men for the stake out at Roman¡¯s ind. While I was still in shock at the fact that Roman was married, I was excited to have gotten valuable information that could help in getting Zinnia out of Roman¡¯s ws. It was raining that evening when we got the shipyard. The Bull was kind enough to loan me his yacht to sail through the ind. I had asked that Hermine be taken back to my estate and kept under watch. Thest thing I wanted was for something to happen to Hermine while I was away.

    ¡°Won¡¯t this alert Roman and his men?¡± I asked out of curiosity. Clearly, a yacht approaching an ind without notice will cause a lot of doubt and would draw attention, especially for a man like Roman who deals with skin trafficking.

    ¡°It¡¯s a risk we¡¯re willing to take. There¡¯s only one way to the ind and that is through a boat. Some of the men will follow with the yacht while we go ahead with a tug boat. The size of the yacht will serve as cover and by the time they realize it, we must have prated through the ind,¡± he exins. His idea made sense, not that we had another option.

    I equip myself with enough arms and cartridges. In my shoes, I stick four knives, two more knives in my gloves and more in my security jacket. I nodded at Reaper, one of the Bull¡¯s men before skipping into the thug boat. I couldn¡¯t believe it. After weeks of searching the earth for Zinnia, I would finally, finally, be able to free her from Roman. I couldn¡¯t help but wonder if she hated me. Did she think I¡¯d deserted her? Did she think I had sold her to Roman? Just the thought of my precious little flower thinking I¡¯d abandoned her burned my soul and made me want to crucify Roman. I could only imagine the damage he¡¯d caused to my little flower and I hated myself for having taking so long to find her. I was the Bounty Hunter. I¡¯d dragged her into my lifestyle, putting her at the mercy of my enemies and I couldn¡¯t protect her. Right now, I prayed to God I find him during the stake out. I want my little flower to be the one to take his life. I want her to watch him as he takes hisst breath.

    ¡°We¡¯re almost there,¡± Reaper speaks up, tearing me from my thoughts. I nod at his statement and took out my gun, getting ready to fire at the slightest movement that wasn¡¯t from us. As expected, Roman¡¯s men caught up on the fact that they were being invaded. Sadly for them, they began shooting at the yacht. The Bull¡¯s men were quite skilled and never missed a single shot. They¡¯d seeded in taking down a grater part of Roman¡¯s men by the time we reached the ind.Owned by N?velDrama.Org.

    ¡°We are about to go in. We need cover,¡± Reaper speaks, pressing the small device in his ear. Then, he turns to me with a firm nod, indicating that we can go in.

    I raised from the tug boat and step on drynd. Someone appears behind me but I caught into his movements before he attack. I duct my shoulder as he aimed his knuckles at me and then jabbed his side. He crumbled to the ground crying out in pain. I press my knee on his jugr, took out a knife from my shoes and stabbed his Adams apple. Crimson stters and dots my face. My adrenaline rises and I repeatedly stabbed at his neck, over and over and over and there¡¯s a hand on my shoulder, bringing me back to reality.

    ¡°Keep that rage for when youe face to face with the man who took your girl,¡± Reaper says. I heaved out a heavy sigh and stand on my feet, tucking the knife in the back of my trouser.

    ¡°I¡¯ll give the honors to my girl,¡± I say before taking out my gun and slowly jogging into the drynd. Reaper follows behind me. More of Roman¡¯s men fire at us, but Reaper and I were quick and smart enough to dodge the bullets, while maintaining a perfect shot at our targets.

    ¡°I¡¯ll go this way, you go the other way,¡± I speak to Reaper just as the other men who were on the yacht make it on solidnd. Some follow behind Reaper and others behind me. Reaper takes what seems to be the back door while I take the front.

    I use my shoulder to jab at the metallic door, hoping to push it ajar, but my repeated attempts were futile. I stepped back and aimed my gun at the doorknob and fired the perfect shot. At once, the door open but just as I take the first step in, ceaseless bulletse my way. I am quick to dodge everyone of them, quickly taking cover behind the door.

    The shots cease and I assumed their guns were now empty. I step in, firing at each target one at a time and making sure to hit a spot that will make them drop dead on the spot. I leave Reaper and his men in the foyer and mount the stairs, jabbing each door in search of Zinnia. Roman¡¯s men hid in some rooms and so when I kicked opened the doors, they came at me with knives. I was trained and smart and had experience that theycked, so beating them was a child¡¯s y.

    One held up a victim, a knife ced on her jugr. ¡°Drop the gun or I slice her throat,¡± he orders in a shaky tone. I smirk, taking pleasure in his fear. Still longing my gun at him, I take slow steps towards him. He reeked of fear, something I love.

    ¡°I won¡¯t say it again,¡± he threatens and I resist the urge to burst out in a fit ofughter. I shift my hand that held the gun a little to the right and a loud bang went off and he immediately dropped backwards. The captive screamed, using her hand to cover her head. I slowly put my gun away and approached her. When I stretched out my hand, she screamed even harder, begging me not to hurt her. Something inside of me contorted at the realisation that my little flower could have this same reaction at me touching her.

    ¡°Hey hey, it¡¯s okay, I¡¯m not going to hurt you,¡± I called out, slowly backing away with my hands in the air.

    ¡°Hey, look at me,¡± I spoke in a serene yetmanding tone. She looks at me through a tear-stained face, panic and mistrust settling on her crimson stained face.

    ¡°I¡¯m going to approach you slowly okay? Keep your eyes on me and trust me,¡± I coerced, stretching out my hand to her. When I took the first step, she shifted behind, visibly traumatized from what she¡¯s had to endure being locked in here. I take another step and this time, she doesn¡¯t move, slowly trusting me.

    ¡°I¡¯m not going to hurt you okay,¡± I say, offering words of constion to her. She was still very distrustful, but for some reason unknown to me, she took my hands. I pulled her into me, rocking her hair as she begins to cry in my arms.

    ¡°It¡¯s okay, I got you,¡± I say. ¡°Please, get me out of here. Please, save me¡­. please,¡± she says in between sobs.

    ¡°I will, but first, I need you to help me find someone. Her name is Zinnia. Do you know where Roman has her?¡± I asked, taking the girl¡¯s face in my hands. She nods slowly. ¡°In the dungeons,¡± she says.

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 free at last

    Reed

    The dungeon was a ustrophobic, dank chamber, suffused with an almost palpable sense of dread. The air, thick with the stench of mildew and decay, makes each breath a struggle. Flickering lights cast sickly yellow pools of illumination, but a vast section of the room remain shrouded in darkness.

    The walls, lined with rough, cold concrete was stained with ominous, rusty streaks. Chains hang from the ceiling, their heavy links clinking softly in an unseen draft, adding to the oppressive atmosphere. I walk into the dungeon and my stomach churned in disgust. The floor is littered with discarded, rotting food and faeces.

    In one corner, a threadbare cloth lies on the ground, surrounded by makeshift restraints. And there she was; my woman, my little flower, naked, bound, terrified and bruised.

    ¡°Zinnia,¡± the words came out my mouth in a whisper. An ocean of tears gathered in my eyes as I slowly tiptoed towards the love of my life. When she head footsteps, she gasps and shifted behind, curling in her petite silhouette. Something inside me shattered in a thousand pieces at the fact that my little flower, a greater part of my being, was scared of me.

    ¡°My little flower,¡± I call her by her pet name, hoping that she woulde to and realise it¡¯s me and that I wouldn¡¯t hurt her. Instead, she freaks out, dipping her head into her knee cap.

    ¡°Zinnia, baby, it¡¯s me,¡± I say in a calm tone.

    ¡°No, please¡­. Not again¡­. No, please¡­ Please¡­. Just¡­¡± My little flowers says in between sobs. She curls further backwards, her small bruised body colliding with the wall. It didn¡¯t matter that her back was pressed against the wall if it meant she could escape through it.

    ¡°Zinnia, it¡¯s me baby,¡± I go to approach her when suddenly someone appears behind me. A sharp pain cursed through my body at the knife that impaled my shoulders. I grunted, weing the pain with desire. I turned, staring at who had stabbed me. I came face to face with a small figure that visibly shrunk as I approached him.

    ¡°I¡¯m sorry, it was a mistake, I didn¡¯t mean to,¡± he cries, shifting backwards. I used my right hand to pull out the knife that he impaled in me. Throwing the knife in the corner of the room, I grabbed him by the neck. My hands tightened around his neck, sucking all air from his nostrils. I bumped his back at the wall, slowly lifting him up. The feel of life leaving his body was like fresh adrenaline and as both his hand grabbed mine, begging for a release, my hold tightened.

    Another sharp pain cursed through my body. Instantaneously, I release the man, turning to see my little flower shift backwards, the crimson from my shoulder covering her small hands. Realising what she¡¯d done, she begins to shift backwards, fear evident in her eyes.

    ¡°Please, don¡¯t hurt me,¡± she cries out.

    ¡°For fuck sakes I¡¯m not gonna fucking hurt you, Zinnia!¡± I yelled out. My little flower covers her hand over her head. Instant guilt washes over me for having yelled at her. Having forgotten about the man whom I almost strangled to death, I seize my little flower, forcefully wrapping my arms around her despite her struggling to escape. She fought and screamed, jabbing her fist against my chest and when her attempts seemed futile, she began to rx.

    ¡°There, there, I got you,¡± I soothed her by caressing her hair. When my little flower had fully calmed down, I scooped her in my arms, using my left hand to support her weight whilst my right hand held my gun.

    I turned and noticed that the man who was in the cell had crawled out. I ignored his disappearance and dugged my head outside, ensuring that it was safe for me to step out. With not a soul lurking in the dimly lit hallway, and despite the active sound of gun shots above, I walked through the hallway, heading for the secret exit that one of the captives had led me in on.

    The door was at a far end and the path to it was even darker than I had imagined. I let my imagination guide me and at the slightest movement, I fired a shot. Once I reached the end of the hallway, I used my leg and forcefully pushed the door. It flew open.

    The fresh cool breeze of the evening that caressed my cheeks felt heavenly after being within the walls of that rotten ce. Barely minutes inside there and I felt like I had been deprived of respiration, I couldn¡¯t begin to fathom what my little flower has been through. I followed the route that led back to the shore where the tug boat anchored.

    The men that followed us was the least of my concern, I assumed they could handle themselves. Clearly, the Bull would understand that casualties ur during missions. By the time I made it to the tug boat, Reaper was already there with the girl who told me where to find Zinnia.

    ¡°Roman was nowhere in sight,¡± he says as Iid Zinnia to rest on the cold surface of the boat. I took out my jacket and wrapped it over her then took her in my arms. After that, I turn my attention to Reaper.

    ¡°Roman is the least of my concern now. But, he won¡¯t run for ever. Sooner orter, he wille here to inspect the damage I caused and I will be waiting for him,¡± I replied. Reaper nodded in acknowledgement.

    Just like me, he didn¡¯t ask about the men that apanied us. Those who survived will find their way out, and those who didn¡¯t, well, their families will be heavilypensated for their loyalty.Content is property of N?velDrama.Org.

    ¡°Is she okay?¡± I asked, pointing my head at the girl whoid unconscious next to Reaper.

    ¡°She will be okay, although barely conscious,¡± Reaper replies as he powered the boat, swirled the steering port side and took off. I direct my attention back to my little flower, hoping that she will be able to ovee the trauma she experienced being locked up.

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 Conscious

    Reed

    The room was quiet except for the rhythmic beep of the monitors. Zinniay motionless, her face pale against the white sheets. I sat by her bedside, my eyes fixed on her, willing her to wake up. It had been two days since I rescued her from that monster, Roman. Two days of sleepless nights and relentless searching.

    ¡°Zinnia, you¡¯ve got to pull through,¡± I whispered, my voice rough from exhaustion. ¡°We need you back. I need you back.¡± The door creaked open, and Hermine walked in with a grim expression. She handed me a cup of coffee, which I epted gratefully.

    ¡°Any news?¡± I asked, already knowing the answer from the look on her face. ¡°Not yet,¡± she says, pausing momentarily as I sighed in disappointment. ¡°But I¡¯ve got all our contacts, all those who owe us a favour looking, but Roman¡¯s gone dark. It¡¯s like he vanished into thin air.¡± She adds.

    I cursed under my breath. Roman had never been a ghost. He had always been open about hisvish lifestyle, but since he took Zinnia, he condemned himself to being a ghost, slipping through my fingers time and again. He hurt Zinnia. It became personal and I will not rest until I find him and when I do, I would sit by and watch my little flower torture him until he begged for death toe. I would watch while she took back everything he stole from her. I took a sip of the bitter coffee, hoping it would jolt me back to life. My mind was a haze of worry and anger. Zinnia had been through hell, and it was my fault. I should have protected her better.

    ¡°Reed,¡± Hermine says softly, cing a hand on my shoulder. ¡°She¡¯s a fighter. She¡¯ll pull through.¡± I nodded, though I wasn¡¯t sure if I believed it.

    Zinnia has always been strong. Growing up in foster care built her for the harshness of life, but the past few weeks had tested her limits and would make even the strongest soldier crumble. She had been tortured, abused, humiliated, starved, and left to die. It was a miracle I had found her in time. I looked at her fragile form, her chest rising and falling with each shallow breath. Memories of our time together flooded my mind-herughter, her fiery spirit, the way her pussy tightens around my cock, the look on her face while she screamed my name. She was a force of nature, and I couldn¡¯t imagine my life without her.

    ¡°We need to step up our game,¡± I said, my voice filled with determination. ¡°Double the patrols around the estate. Make sure every corner is covered. And keep pressing our contacts. Someone has to know where Roman is hiding.¡± Hermine nods, already moving towards the door.

    ¡°Consider it done.¡±

    ¡°How¡¯s Alex?¡± Hermine is silent for a while. Her eyes darts around the room in guilt before she responds.

    ¡°Much better. Slowlying to,¡± she says.

    ¡°Anything on her father?¡± I asked and Hermine shakes her head. ¡°Find him. He might lead us to Roman,¡± I add.

    As Hermine left, I leaned back in my chair, closing my eyes for a moment. The weight of the past few weeks settled heavily on my shoulders. I couldn¡¯t shake the image of Zinnia, broken and bruised, from my mind. It fuelled my anger, turning it into a burning desire to she¡¯d blood. The door opened again, and this time it was Dr Jacobs, the same doctor who has been tending to Alex. He gave me a reassuring smile as he checked Zinnia¡¯s vitals.

    ¡°How is she?¡± I asked, unable to hide the worry in my voice.

    ¡°She¡¯s stable, Reed. It¡¯s going to take time, but she¡¯s a tough one. Physically, she¡¯s recovering. The emotional scars will take longer.¡±

    I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. ¡°I¡¯ll do whatever it takes to help her heal.¡±

    Dr. Jacobs patted my shoulder. ¡°You¡¯re doing everything you can. Just be there for her when she wakes up. That¡¯s what she needs most.¡± As he left, I turned my attention back to Zinnia.

    I reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. ¡°I¡¯m here, Zinnia. I¡¯m not going anywhere.¡± The room fell silent again, except for the beeping of the monitors and the soft sound of Zinnia¡¯s breathing.

    I sat back, the coffee forgotten, and let my thoughts drift. I couldn¡¯t lose her. Not now, not ever. Hours passed, blending into one another. I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew, it was dark outside. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight. I stood up, stretching my stiff muscles, and walked over to the window. The estate was quiet, the grounds patrolled by my men. It was a fortress, but even fortresses had their weaknesses. Roman had proven that. I needed to find him before he could strike again.

    A soft moan pulled me from my thoughts. I turned back to see Zinnia stirring, her eyes fluttering open. My heart skipped a beat as I rushed to her side.

    ¡°Zinnia, it¡¯s me, Reed,¡± I said, my voice trembling with emotion.Content is property of N?velDrama.Org.

    ¡°You¡¯re safe now. You¡¯re home.¡± She blinked, her eyes focusing on me. For a moment, there was no recognition, just fear. The same fear that lingered in her eyes when I first found her. But then, slowly, her expression softened, and she reached out, gripping my hand weakly.

    ¡°Reed,¡± she whispered, her voice barely audible. ¡°You found me.¡±

    Tears blurred my vision as I squeezed her hand. ¡°I¡¯ll always find you, Zinnia. Always.¡± She managed a small smile, and I could see the strength returning to her eyes.

    She was going to be okay. It was going to be a long road, but we would travel it together. As I sat by her side, I knew that our fight was far from over. Roman was still out there, a shadow lurking in the darkness. But we would face him together, and this time, I wouldn¡¯t rest until I watch him die. For Zinnia. For us.

    The night stretched on, but for the first time in days, I felt a glimmer of hope. Zinnia was back, and with her by my side, I knew we could conquer anything.

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 Panic attack

    Reed

    Zinnia was sleeping peacefully, or as peacefully as one can after enduring the nightmare she had. The room was dimly lit by a small bedsidemp, casting soft shadows that danced across the walls. I sat in the chair beside her bed, watching her breathe, the steady rise and fall of her chest a smallfort in the chaos that had consumed our lives.

    She was healing, bit by bit. Her physical wounds were mending, though the emotional scars were another matter. Every day, I saw glimpses of the old Zinnia-the fierce, indomitable spirit that had drawn me to her in the first ce. But then, there were moments when the fear and pain from her captivity would surge back, like a wave crashing over her.

    As I sat there, lost in thought, the fatigue I¡¯d been fighting began to catch up with me. I stood up to stretch, my shadow falling across her bed. The instant the shadow touched her, Zinnia bolted upright, eyes wide with terror. Her breathing became rapid, her hands clutching the sheets tightly.

    ¡°No, no, please,¡± she whimpered, her voice barely a whisper but filled with raw fear.

    ¡°Zinnia, it¡¯s me, Reed. You¡¯re safe,¡± I said, rushing to her side, but my words seemed to bounce off her panic-stricken mind. She was caught in a nightmare, reliving those horrible moments.

    ¡°Stay back!¡± she screamed, her eyes not seeing me but some phantom from her ordeal. It was like a knife to my heart, seeing her so broken.

    ¡°Zinnia, look at me,¡± I said more firmly, trying to keep the panic out of my own voice. ¡°It¡¯s Reed. You¡¯re at my estate. You¡¯re safe.¡±

    But she was lost in her memories, reliving the horrors of her captivity. She sank further into the bed as though it had an escape out of her skin, rocking back and forth, her sobs breaking my heart.

    ¡°Please, don¡¯t hurt me. I¡¯m tired, my body hurts,¡± she cried, her voice filled with desperation. I knelt beside her, careful not to touch her.

    ¡°Zinnia, listen to my voice,¡± I said firmly.

    ¡°You¡¯re at my estate. No one can hurt you here. You¡¯re safe.¡±Slowly, her eyes began to focus, the cloud of fright lifting ever so slightly. Recognition flickered in her gaze, and she took a shuddering breath.

    ¡°Reed?¡± she said, her voice trembling.¡±Yes, it¡¯s me,¡± I said, relief flooding through me.

    ¡°It¡¯s just me. You¡¯re safe now.¡± She copsed back against the pillows, tears streaming down her face. I reached out tentatively, afraid that even my touch might send her spiraling again. But she grabbed my hand, holding it tightly as if I were her lifeline.

    ¡°I¡¯m sorry,¡± she sobbed.

    ¡°I¡­ I thought¡­ they were back. I thought I was back there,¡± she says in between sobs, gripping tightly to my index finger.

    ¡°It¡¯s okay,¡± I murmured, sitting on the edge of the bed. ¡±

    You have nothing to apologize for. What you went through¡­ it¡¯s going to take time to heal. But I¡¯m here, and I won¡¯t let anything happen to you.¡± She nodded, her grip on my hand still tight.

    ¡°Every time I close my eyes, I see him. I see them. His smile haunts me in my skin. Their touch still crawl up my skin.¡± she whispered. ¡°I feel like¡­. I feel like¡­ I¡¯ll never be free of him.¡± She barely got the words out.

    I swallowed hard, feeling a mix of rage and helplessness. Rage at Roman for what he had done to her, and helplessness because I couldn¡¯t take her pain away. ¡°We¡¯ll get through this,¡± I said, more to convince myself than her. ¡°Together, we¡¯ll get through this.¡±

    Zinnia managed a weak smile. ¡°I don¡¯t think so,¡±

    ¡°I mean it,¡± I replied.

    ¡°You¡¯re not alone in this. We¡¯ll face it together, one step at a time.¡±

    She sighed, closing her eyes. ¡°I¡¯m so tired, Reed. Tired of being scared.¡± Tired of not being able to close my eyes without seeing,¡±

    ¡°I know,¡± I said softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. ¡°Rest now. I¡¯ll be here when you wake up.¡±She nodded, her grip on my hand finally loosening as sleep overtook her again.

    I sat there, watching her, the weight of the situation pressing down on me. How could I make her believe she was safe when every shadow seemed to bring her tormentor back to life? I needed to find Roman. For Zinnia¡¯s sake. Killing him with her bare hands will maybe help her heal. Make her see that he will never be able to hurt her. But more than that, I needed to help my little flower reim her life. I didn¡¯t know how I was going to do it, but I was determined to try. For her, for us.

    The night stretched on, the silence only broken by Zinnia¡¯s steady breathing. I knew it would be a long road ahead, filled with ups and downs. But as I sat there, I made a silent vow. I would be her strength when she had none, her shield against the darkness.

    The following morning, I was in my study, buried in paperwork in a bid to take my mind off the hassle of the past days. Although, it pained me to be away from Zinnia, it had to be done. I needed some minutes away from her room because seeing her in that state while being helpless to her trauma spread rage through my body. Thest thing I wanted was to through a tantrum and freak her out more.¡±Reed,¡± there was a light knock on the door before the door opened and Hermine stepped inside.

    ¡°You have a guest. He says he¡¯s here to remind you that you owe him a favor.¡± She adds. My heart sank at the mention of those words. It was the Bull,ing to remind me of the agreement we had. I have been so glued to Zinnia, staying by her every second of the day that every other thing escaped my mind. And now, the Bull was here to remind me that he helped me rescue her and I owed. He probably thought I was unreliable. With a sigh, I say;

    ¡°Let him in.¡± I was going to be honest about our progress in finding Roman, because just like me, Roman had someone of utmost importance that belonged to the Bull. His sister.Owned by N?velDrama.Org.

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