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 train under Astor, who's the creator of this old security technique.
The wheels in my head are turning to hatch a plan and I'm now looking at the tools I can use for my escape.
The first thing I see is his phone. The VPN I created years back should still work. I can use it to locate where the solar drones are to deactivate the power source. All I need is his face recognition.
If I'm lucky, I can use the same vehicle I'm sitting in, that has a sensor wave. The computer within the touchscreen can easily be calibrated by tricking the micro board that any fingerprint is a match.
Lastly, his sophisticated gun, that's safely tucked somewhere in his suit. In my days of pledges, I never got a chance to use a gun. I'm always protected, located far away from all the adventure Carly got to do along with my Aunt Madonna as her backup.A new rise of hope is building within me.
I can do this, I can do this. I can do this. There's no other way but to do this.
I chant to myself that I am left with no choice but to not go down without a fight. All I need is one good shot in one of his vital area.
I could feel my chest pumping like there's no tomorrow as I knew it was too good to be true to believe that we could retire and live a normal life. Now that the past has already caught up, it's best to just head forward. It is useless to dwell and sit next to this asshole, beating myself for inevitable mistakes I'm sure to correct when I get out of here.
I drew in a breath, I should be able to do this.
I can't be a coward anymore.
I could do this, I know I can.
I was exposed to these kinds of scenarios and even trained for this in the beginning. I should've expected that this could happen. I have just become too lax and even gaining weight in the process. If I survive this, I will be sure to always be on my game and never separate from Carly. We are stronger when we are together, but the consolation now is that only one of us is caught and possibly ends up dead. I can't be thinking of death now.
I slowly look up for I felt him staring hard. He's sitting next to me with an expression I can't decipher, but again as I remind myself. I will not about to go down without a fight.
I carefully looked down at my wrist, which was covered in deep red marks, I couldn't quite assess if I was bleeding but the only thing is consistent is the strong smell of the soap that had been used to clean me up; they made sure I was in pain while they washed my body with a firehose. My attention is drawn back to this jerk as he compliments me on how well I cleaned up.
"I'm waiting for your next move." He moves even closer, I held my breath as I thought he's about to reach out but he stops and moves back to his corner, grabbing something on the side pannel that look like a phone.
He's deliberately making me hear all the conversations he's had on the little device but I still can't figure out which organization he belongs to. As soon as he got off the conversation I tried asking him who he was and what he wanted, but I got answered with hits as insult comes out of me after another trying to get answers.
Things have finally calmed down as I try to catch my breathe, my head laying limpy from all his hits. I look up and finally got a good look at his face I have never met anyone in the underworld as good-looking as he is. Not a single scar. He's too clean to be in this world perhaps its time that I give him a remembrance from messing with me.I look again at which part I could strike I am way too pissed off to acknowledge my attraction from all the beating my face received from him. When I get my chance, I will make sure he says goodbye to his damn beautiful face.
His hands were suddenly on my thighs , slowly rubbing them catching me off gaurd, as he stared at me once more with the same damn emotions I'm still studying.
All I feel is revenge for every hit I got. I'm going to steal every penny this jerk has and ask Carly to burn everything he owns for touching me this way.
With whatever strenght I have left, I try nudging his hand away but he grabs one thigh even harder, settling it close to my front bottom. I feel my body heat up from his touches.
"Do you know how many people I killed just to track you for the past two years? Two fucking years Baby. One hacker after another, no one can sniff out your digital footprint. You could've gotten away if you weren't so charitable. " His voice was so deep and calm.
"Wha" I gave him a confused look as to what he was talking about.
"That's right Baby. The animal shelter.
As long as they don't slaughter rescued animals right? You will consistently send them money. " He continued on, not making me talk.
"That was one of the traps we set up. It was very unusual for someone to donate that much money. Not even the most dumbest billionaire would ever waste money as you did, you must have gotten paid a lot to screw me. We waited for you to send your fifth payment to weaken your firewall, but it still took us another six months to finally get your location. Perfect timing for what looks like you're about to move again. " I remained quiet as my blood was starting to boil as he reveals what transpired. I couldn't let him get to my head and mess with my resolve.
"Don't look so furious, you were never gonna getaway, not now that I have all your DNA. Now that I thought of it, I just need one more sample. " While thrashing in the car, his hand digs between my legs, making its way inside my panties as he tips it to the side. His other hand threaded between my half air-dried hair, giving me a painful burn on my scalp, holding my head in place.
He licks my neck all the way to the side of my face, stopping on my ear, giving me goosebumps as it tickles me in a weird way. It is useless, but I don't stop thrashing my body as I feel a finger circulating my bud. My loud cries for him to stop turn into a moan. as I feel a weird new sensation building inside me quickly. He quickens his pace with more pressure as my pelvic muscles clench, releasing a new kind of pleasure wave that I have never felt before.
It was only then that he began to back off. I blinked my eyes open and felt ashamed for opening them. He was demonstrating to me how his fingertips were covered in a translucent film that came from me.
"Is that your first orgasm?" He had a big grin on his lips, taunting me. He laughed mockingly as he sucked it off his fingertips like a left-over chip powder seasoning stuck to his fingers. "Oh, delicious, I guess we can store another sample for another day."
My eyes welled up with tears as all of my anger burst through the ceiling. Not only did I feel powerless, but I also felt embarrassed. Until now, I've not been repulsed by the sense of having it. I've reached the point where I'm attempting to keep the cracks from forming, but I can feel the cracks winning the battle against me gradually.
In response, he coos and lifts my chin up as my gaze drifts to the floor.
"Cheer up, we're almost there. I'm sure you'd be happy to see someone you miss dearly."
My heart is now racing even faster as the possibility of Carly being captured looms in the background. This is not possible! Please not her. Not Carly. No it can't be her.
In the midst of wiping away my tears and kissing my lips, I do all I can to regain my composure. I'm not going to rush to any conclusions until I find out who he's talking about, however. I'm certain that my family would not make the same mistakes that I made in the past.
As we approach a half-burned mansion, I begin to feel uneasy. I saw that there were four or five black vehicles parked in front of us. The car came to a complete halt smack in the center of the driveway. His hands go for the door handle of the vehicle.
"This will be interesting." He says before opening the door completely. He walked out and extended his hand for me to grasp in my palms. Something is waiting for me, and I'm not in the least bit interested in finding out what it is. My heart is racing faster than it has in a long time, and I'm not in the least bit interested in finding out what it is.
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BABY'S POINT OF VIEW Hiding my fear was very difficult, with my voice shaking coming out tiny. "Please, Charles... Please don't hurt him. He's just a baby." I say, my tears are falling nonstop. "I will not hurt my son, but I can't say the same for you," Charles says, gently putting our tiny son back to sleep and laying him in the crib. He sprayed something on him, in my conclusion, one of those sedative sprays. I felt a sudden urge to run and grab my son, but he was quicker than me when I felt his arms wrap around my waist to stop me from reaching my son. He grabbed my wet hair with a very tight grip, burning my scalp. I'm full of fear even to fight back. He quickly drags my small frame compared to his to the bed. "What did you do?" I started crying loudly. I'm sure someone heard my cries. "Don't worry; our son is safe. "Charles issues an air swipe command, a movement that I haven't seen in a while, it railed in all my traumas back into my system. Suddenly, the noise downstairs
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CHARLES'S POINT OF VIEW A white flare pierces my eyes, and I get a whiff of a sour and acidic cheese flavor that immediately follows."Fuck," I shout, and it reverberates across the whole room. I managed a sliver of a chuckle, since who would have imagined that I would ever find myself in this situation? This is the smell chemical that they use to wake you inside your trance state. The trance machine effect isn't working on me. I know a lady is on her way who will give me the impression of my mother at any moment, so I glance around, and there it is, the familiarity of my old bedroom from a period when things were much easier as if this illusion would really work on me. How can my brother be so completely ignorant of the fact that I would be aware if he ever placed me in this situation? I'm sitting up in my big old bed, which still has the same soft cover when the lady walks in exactly on cue as anticipated. Her steps lead her to me, and I halt her until she reaches the base of the
BABY'S POINT OF VIEW The exquisite make-up that I loved so much and the assistant spent a long time on is now smeared with Charles' blood. I swallow hard at how awful I appear when I gaze in the mirror in this airplane's lavatory. There were dried tears and blood all over my face. The cool water felt wonderful against my skin as I washed my face clean and a small bruise was already appearing from the hard smack I got. Both my hands were never this dirty. I rushed to clean it, with my head trying to grasp the idea of finally being over. I tried to remove all the blood and dirt as much as I can off of my face, "Hold on Breath it's over" I chant repeatedly as I try to believe everything that is happening. All of the terrible memories are beginning to resurface and all the assault goes in the back of my brain. All those days he manipulated me and ravaged my body quickly comes back to me. The sensation of my body beginning to tremble prompted me to grip the sink tightly in order to
CHARLES The second she opened her eyes, coming out of that trance, I knew there was something special about her. I knew she would make it very interesting for me and she didn't disappoint. The first time I heard her beg, I knew it would be so easy and that she was already going to be mine. She's breathtakingly gorgeous, and when combined with her incredible physique, she can bring any powerful man to his knees. Baby was destined to fall on my hands and learning how pure she was just added to the excitement of the circumstances.I've never met a woman before in my life who is willing to go to such lengths to save her family's lives, but everything has a limit, even her dedication. I was already anticipating that she would get weary of the same old, same old threats against her family members.The only way to keep her alive and moving on was for me to give her a purpose. I need this one to stick for good, and having the baby within her will help cement our relationship even more. The
BABY'S POINT OF VIEWAll of my motions have been limited, and this includes walking. They have me hooked up to a machine that causes my body to be partly paralyzed for a few hours every day to help me complete rest while the bleeding from my placenta is occurring. Every three hours, a designated person comes in to stretch my limbs and sit with me while several experts are carefully watching me.My baby.The term itself is identical to my given name. I recalled my father's explanation of why they named me Baby, and it brought back memories. All the time, people ridiculed me for my unusual forename. Still, my father, as he always did, was excellent at explaining the significance of my given name to their most cherished and youngest daughter, which I appreciated. As far as we know, our great grandmother had the same name as our grandmother, who was well-liked and respected by the community for having an enormous heart and refusing to listen to detractors. I recall him telling me that no