where did I make a mistake? I thought back hard, even if I was slacking, it was only minor.
As I wait to feel my body's sensation come back and so as all my questions rush through my head.As long as Carly and Aunt Madonna are safe, I should be okay. I reassure myself, thinking everything will be fine. Perhaps I'll let them torture me for a while and just give in to anything they want me to be, a spy or an enemy of the state or a terrorist or whatever they call it these days. It doesn't matter.Once I'm settled in one of the cells, all I have to do now is wait for Carly to discover my whereabouts. From there, devising a plan for my prison break should be simple.
Shit, I just sent the message that I'm fine; I have a year to wait for her rescue, and who knows what they'll do to me during that period. The government will most likely want me to reveal my whole identity, and I would never betray my family.
As panic arises again, I try my best to breathe slowly. I have to come up with a plan on how I can convince whoever will talk to me, that it's just me and no one else.I need a story about my motives for doing so. This is going to be hard. I'm not affiliated with any Mafia.
Think Baby think.
There's really no way out of the interrogation but to pretend they got the wrong person till they get tired of their threats or torture and just settling to charge me with some bullshit case. I have to suck up with this kind police brutality.
A few more hours passed and I tried opening my eyes again. My vision is now clearer. I see that I'm still wearing the same dirty shirt and seem to be lying on a metal flat table with a dim light on top of me.
The drug has finally subsided and it will only take a matter of time before I can feel my body fully. I feel the temperature is starting to get very cold.I test this theory by wiggling my toes and trying to move slowly, starting with my fingers swaying it sideways and then turning my head to see where I am.When I heard the door's lock system turn on, I stopped all movement and closed my eyes.I could hear the person's footsteps get close to me. as it gets nearer and nearer, I couldn't help but breathe harder. A panic attack is lingering in the back of my brain, I can't afford to have an outburst.
I felt warm hands touch my wrist one after another, pressing it down on the cold metal bed. I suddenly feel a tight hold, cuffing my hands to the metal bed I'm laying on. He did the same on my lower legs and feet. Strapping me now on the bed.
"Now, you can stop pretending to sleep." the same voice from earlier said. Forcing my lids to open abruptly as another touch lingers only stopping with a hard pinch on my leg.
I squeal huskily not expecting this touch.
"I'm sorry but I'm scared. I don't know what's going on. Please untie me sir, this is a mistake." I ramble with lies. As he moves around me.
"Are you really scared?" His gaze were full of intimidation. "Well you will be!"
In this dim lightroom, the first thing I noticed was his eyes, which were as bright as the ocean. His nostrils were small and his nose was straight. His jaws were razor-sharp, and his small, pink lips complemented them perfectly. I'm perplexed as to why my interrogator is so attractive. His entire personality exudes a commanding presence.
He takes out a remote and turns the lights, causing me to blink several times. I hear him push another button, which causes the metal bed on which I'm lying to rise, shifting my body into a standing post. Adjusting my place to his height so we come face to face. He's a very tall man, I could tell he very well built even if he's wearing a suit.
"You look beautiful for a girl who got drugged," his voice sounded playful while I wonder if that was appropriate for an officer to say, perhaps he belongs to one of those dirty cops you can bribe. He touches my cheeks.
"This is a mistake, you got the wrong person. I didn't do anything. Sir I-I know I have rights. I know I get one phone call." I stopped talking when I see him pulls up a knife setting it down on a chair I didn't realize he pulled somewhere.
"Please please sir, you got the wrong girl. I will call my lawyer and they will explain everything to you guys. If you-" I suddenly get cut off with a strong slap on my cheeks. It stung almost my whole face with his huge palm. Jerking my face to the side.
I stopped talking as my sob increases.
"This is just brutality." I quickly retaliated.
"This is more than brutality! Now this is what's going to happen, I will ask you questions and you will answer them truthfully." He says while his hand fist my hair to the side.
"Sir you got the wrong-" I get another painful slap from him this time on both side of my cheeks.
"Now tell me your name?" He asked clearly testing me when they already got it from the trance.
"sir you got the wrong girl." before I could continue on pretending, he cuts me off again by punching me on the gut. It's only been less than half an hour but I'm already feeling so much pain, I don't think I can last a whole hour. He keeps questioning me but all my lies are not passing through.
He question after another question when I lie after another.
Every answer I give Is equal to a painful hit. I might as well give up before this assault continues. My face is completely battered I don't need a mirror to confirm that it's swollen.
"I'm a retriever" I say this for him to stop another blow.
"We're finally getting somewhere, I don't want to ruin this beautiful face some more." He says this while he wipes my bleeding mouth from a handkerchief he pulled out from his inner suit.
"Who-who are you? What do you want?" I asked with my small voice feeling pain in my mouth. I continue on rambling more questions for he doesn't answer "Please if you want money I can give you." I offered as to confirm that he is not part of the government.
"Baby It's not money that I want." He continues to touch me, his hands are now on my breast area, playing and feeling the thick fabric of my shirt.
"Stop, stop please Get Your hands off me." I bark at him. I struggle to move my body hard feeling the burn on my skin from the thick metal cuffs. "Your breast are so big, they could easily be mistaken as fakes."
I keep screaming and pleading for him to stop. At this point I can no longer stick to my plan, I'm not strong like Carly after all. I never trained for this I was never allowed to be on the field near Carly to ensure that all systems were shut down if she was ever caught so there would be no trail to lead back to us. I'm not cut out for this. I will die today.
He let out a laugh. "What's wrong baby scared of a little touching?" I now feel his hand snaking up my lady part cupping it. I'm so stupid for thinking they will go soft on me. This is not the intimidation i'm expecting they do. I'm completely oblivious thinking torture doesn't involve any sexual harassment. I'm so angry and I want to fight back before I die.
I feel my face heat up as he opens my slit wide. I pressed my legs closed as much as I can, only resulting to him Inserting a finger but not before putting pressure on my clitoris.
I'm still screaming and trying my best to wiggle my body for him to stop but his finger pushes inside me even more making me feel a painful sting that's when I arch my back. I need to act fast.
"So you're a virgin? How can a retriever like you still be a virgin?" his face has an evil grin as he say this while his finger never left my bottom front.
"Yes you asshole don't touch me. Get away from me." I kept cursing him till I can no longer.
He waited for me to stop, I gasp hard seeing he reached for the knife. This is the end, I'm expecting a stab.
instead he takes the knife to tug the collar of my shirt, using it to rip it open half way, exposing my breast. He drops the knife on the floor. I can see lust through his eyes before he grabs my breast that spills through his big palm.
My throat now burns even more from all the screaming and pleading.
He sucks one nipple hard while he pulls the other one. He finally breaks his sucking harshly. It felt like he bit off my nipple. his hands were still on my breast while his face were in between them while his bright eyes looking up to me.
All I could do is whimper in pain as he squeeze my breast full. I'm panting hard i've never been this exposed to anyone not even my own sister.
"Please stop this, I'll do anything but not this." my voice is close to nothing, I struggle to say this as my heaving have worsen. I feel my sweat drips from all the useless fight i've put up.
We get interrupted by buzz on what looks like a sophisticated intercom.
He let's go of me. I saw that he took out a piece of bud tech inserting it in his ear. He taps it making it lit up. He then starts talking to someone. I couldn't quite hear for my sobs won't stop. My heart rate was on the roof.
He closes in on me again, hushing me as he clutches a clump of my hair in his hand. On what seems to be a tiny blue tooth speaker in his ear, he orders someone.
"Clean her up, I'm taking her home." He taps the bud ending the call and
he pulls my face close to his, and plunges his lips on my numb lips.=========================
BABY'S POINT OF VIEW Depriving my sight was never done, although my hands are bound in the car by built-in cuffs. These cuffs aren't the usual design they might look thin and flimsy, I have noticed how every hard tug it becomes tighter around my skin. I'm glad I am driven to a location with no blindfold. This man shows me exactly how to get to where we are going. It just goes to show this is not his first time and he is very confident that I will not be alive if I attempt to escape. I need to start calculating his next move fast If I want to get out of here alive. One thing is for sure, he is a savage. Arrogant Savage. The secret roads have tons of high-tech disguises that camouflage the pathway to wherever we're going. I am very familiar on how to disengage this, enough to confuse them for about fifteen minutes. He is showing me or more like challenging me to try to get out of this illusion maze. This is a mistake on his part in underestimating my capabilities. I happen to t
BABY'S POINT OF VIEWThe smell of burnt wood filled the room the moment the door opened. It's somewhat sour from the chemical involved making me cough. Certain parts of this enormous mansion are still on fire and you could hear the crackling pine burning, suggesting that the arson occurred just a few hours ago. While the smoke could be seen for miles, the camouflage device would conceal everything.He made his men use a fire squelching agent to separate half of the smoke. There's also a grey sand-like material being thrown to pave the way in the mansion, disipating the black smoke.I look back as I hear more vehicles and see loaded trucks with the same powdery substance backing in, so it seems that his whole team came in prepaid for this plan.When we moved forward in the mansion. Me following his footstep, I didn't realize how broad his shoulders were, his built we're define giving his attire a more intimidating vibe.My eyes were teary as we walk in more and my cough seemed to pop i
CHARLES I haven't felt excited in a long time, but having Baby as my new toy gives me a new game this season. I wonder how long she would last with me. I have never met anyone, let alone a woman who was able to snap out of that Dream engine so quickly. Who is this girl? What is she? It would have been so much fun if she had stayed in there for a few more minutes before I could reach that damn lab. I would have taken her subconscious to a different level. The way she screamed gave me the push. I could keep murdering and fucking her in that trance without killing her. The thirst for that thrill is rising fast. I wouldn't have believed she's a retriever if she didn't come out of that trance so fast. I wanted to laugh at her face when she thought she got captured by the government. She really must be doing a lot of work for the different low ranking mafia agency but with that type of skills she could be easily identified in a much bigger deal. Whoever said bad guys couldn't win,
Baby The very last emotion that washed over me was regret. This is the state of feeling repentant over something that failed. So this is what really defeat feels like. Defeat. In a flash it brought me these questions, What do retrievers regret most the moment they knew their dying? The moment they look death in the eye for him to take them? Is it failed relationships or not even having one? Is it maybe missing opportunities to be real normal people? or just maybe simply living life more? As expected, these questions are only answered when it's too late. As for my luck tries to avoid me, my regrets wasn't the same. Regret said hello the minute I took the gun and aim it at Charles's head. I hear all his men guns' elegant cocking ready to fire at me. I'm surrounded by his men. I look around for a possible way out, but the only exit is behind Charles and so many of his men blocking it. The pressure is real, I feel my sweat dripping more, His eyes were so bright and his wide m
Baby Five newly bald shave men wearing black jumpsuits were kneeling on the field, I can't see their faces for their back are turned however anyone can see that their bodies are trembling uncontrollably. These people don't have their hands bound in any way, with their built they can fight back or flee. I'm confounded as to why they chose to stay still as Charles' men are nowhere to be found to deter them. As I look closer, there's a tiny illuminating bar code on their nape that appeared also along with the rest of the codes and panels on the plain white wall that can only be seen once the contact lenses are used. "Who are they?" I asked, finally breaking my silence. as I still can't believe this is all happening to me. What does Charles have on them. "These were the same people who paid you to steal from me." Charles voice had a taunting hint, as he continues to talk he gives out small chuckles in between, showing excitement that he has caught us all. "See, I'm supposed to be s
Baby Has it really only been eight days since I've loss control over my life? As I lay in this tub, flashes of Charles forcing me to participate in an act against my will haunts me. I just want to stay in the water until all the pain washes away. I've tried to get up but my body just wants to stay in the water. Pain. Is all I feel, I try to shut things out but everything just keeps coming back. My body has been flipped on the table, my stomach smack on the surface, and I feel the sharp edge of the table digging in on my thighs, Charles has spread my legs, his body in between, keeping it wide apart, I feel a hard slap on my butt cheek before he caress it, I feel him put his thumb touching my butt hole's ring before fully inserting it, I start squirming and wiggling my way as the feeling is uncanny. I heard him yell making me stop as he pulls my hair, I felt my whole head burn as he yanks it hard. "Baby I'm being considerate, did you know this is the best position in losing your v
Charles After I claimed Baby, I'm unable to stop thinking about her. She completely has consumed my obsession. The minute I am away from her, I imagine her trying to do something stupid to herself again. I've never cared this much about any woman in my whole life apart from my mother. When I saw her trying to drown herself deliberately in the tub something in me ignited to possess her, I don't know what it is but I can't leave her alone. I am surprised at myself because after tasting her, I developed a strong desire to be around her. I am well aware of her current mental state, and I'm excited to subdue her and watch her accept the new life she's about to engage in. I could tell that I succeeded with making her believe my threats. She's been very obedient these past three weeks.Fear. This is an unpleasant emotion but very crucial. Fear keeps people in line when they have an extreme reverence towards someone above them and torture is one way to instill this. I have had enough of
CHARLES'S POINT OF VIEWThe process of being brought together again as a front unified whole seethed me and this old grand theater full of artifacts that have been openly purloined is bringing memories back.Our great grandparents were normal people who just simply ran their empire before crossing paths with ruthless people. After getting burned, they simply took matters in their own hands and created a new world of terror. Playing nice wasn't on the table in the real world, you simply need to accept what you are and use this in your advantage to manipulate people and money into your power. Before you know it everything will fall into place as long as you're willing to simply sacrifice everything.SIMPLY.My father's favorite word. There's nothing so simple about being his son, yet this word barrages in our heads, making us think that things are all easy in this world. Easy to get, easy to kill, relating this to a six-year-old boy is not so simple but good for my brother, He had it si