เข้าสู่ระบบCierra’s heart pounded like a drum in her chest. The party lights flickered in the distance, their bright cheerfulness mocking the fear crawling over her skin. Every laugh, every music note felt like a countdown to something dangerous. She wasn’t imagining it, someone had been watching her in the bathroom, or maybe all night.... She felt it, the silent weight of eyes, the sense that she wasn’t safe.A shadow detached itself from the dim corner of the terrace. Cierra froze, her breath catching in her throat. The man was tall, confident, and moved with a precision that made her stomach tighten. Even in disguise, she could sense the danger, the power in his calm steps.“Cierra,” the voice said quietly, low, but commanding. “It’s me...Jamal. Prince Jamal. ”Her eyes widened. “Jamal?” she whispered, disbelief and relief mingling in her chest. “How… how are you here? I...I thought…” Her words caught. Fear choked her throat.Jamal stepped closer, his eyes scanning the room, calculating ever
Cierra woke with a start, her heart hammering and a cold sweat running down her back. For a few seconds, her mind was blank, only the echo of the sharp pain from her dream lingering...Dominic’s face, the knife, the panic. And then it hit her that it was just a dream. A wet dream.She had just chosen to be with Dominic as his new wife bearing his child and even with all the luxurious treatment... she knew her heart has no place here. Her cheeks burned as heat rushed to her face. Oh God… she thought, pressing her face into the pillow. Why does my body feel… this way? It’s just a dream… only a dream.She tried to calm herself, but her racing thoughts refused to slow down. Her fingers clenched the sheets instinctively, nails digging into the soft fabric as if holding onto reality itself.A soft knock interrupted her spiraling thoughts.“Miss Cierra?” The maid’s voice was gentle, careful not to startle her. “I brought your clothes… and your jewelry for today.”Cierra’s hand flew to her ha
Cierra's POV I moaned in pains when he shoved his finger inside my pussy. He rubbed it slowly, staring at me while thrusting in with his fingers."Open those legs!" he commanded, shoving it apart.I sighed in discomfort while he began kissing my neck, trailing his touch down my clit. I shivered in pleasure but felt guilt swallowing me.He had just pulled the trigger on Roger, and sent his men to bury him out of sight, out of mind.Now, he's over here trying to make me see reasons why he should be the only Man touching me in places that pulls me out of the world.He roughly pulled my breast out of my dress and began sucking it slowly, licking and rolling his tongues in circular motion on my nipples."Mmm, tell me you love it!" he groaned, whispering.I adjusted myself, grabbing his arms as I whispered, "Oh, I hate how you make me feel, Dominic!" He chuckled softly and said, "I need you to call me Daddy..Just Daddy." I gulped in when his hands tenderly rolled my clit. I was fucking w
The room was small and unfinished, built from bare concrete and neglect. The walls carried cracks like old scars, and the single bulb hanging from the ceiling flickered as if it might give up at any moment. The air was thick...dust, sweat, and fear pressed together until breathing felt like work.Cierra sat on a wooden chair at the center of the room.Her hands were tied tightly behind her back, rope twisted hard enough to burn her skin. Her ankles were bound too, forcing her feet close together, leaving her no balance, no strength. Every small movement sent pain through her wrists and shoulders. Whoever did this had tied her carefully, not to restrain, but to break.Her head pounded dully. Not sharp, not sudden. The kind of pain that reminded her she had been hit, dragged, handled without care. Her mouth felt dry, her throat tight. Fear sat in her chest, heavy and unmoving.She lifted her eyes slowly.Avatar stood near the door, his body relaxed, one shoulder leaning against the wall
Roger's POV The moment I landed outside the building, I knew fear had already won.My feet hit the ground badly, but I did not stop to feel the pain. Pain meant nothing compared to what was happening inside my head. My body moved on its own, pushing me forward, away from the window I had just climbed out of, away from the room where I had left Cierra alone.I ran.The night air was cold, sharp against my skin, but it only made my thoughts louder. My breathing was rough and uneven, and my heart beat so fast that it felt like it was trying to escape my chest. Every step I took felt wrong, because every step took me farther away from her.I kept seeing her face. The way she tried to sound calm while fear lived in her eyes. The way her hands shook when she pushed me toward the window.She had chosen my life over her safety, and that thought cut deeper than anything else.I ran until my legs burned and my chest hurt. The streets around me were quiet, too quiet, and every shadow felt like
Cierra's POV Darkness did not come softly.It crashed into me like a wave, heavy and cold, swallowing every sound, every thought, every bit of strength I had left. I did not know if my eyes were closed or open. I did not know if I was breathing or not. All I knew was that fear was still alive inside me, even when everything else felt gone.Slowly, painfully, awareness returned.My head throbbed as if someone had struck it from the inside. There was a sharp ache at the back of my skull, and when I tried to move, pain spread through my body in long, burning lines. I groaned quietly, the sound dry and weak in my throat.I was lying on something hard. The floor. Totally Naked.The room felt different now. Colder. Heavier. The air no longer carried the faint warmth it had earlier when Roger was with me. That thought alone made my chest tighten painfully.Roger.My eyes fluttered open, but my vision was blurred. Shapes moved slowly above me, dark and tall, like shadows without faces. Panic






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