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Chapter 8: Dark Styled Dinner
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2026-04-27 03:32:09
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Craving His Captive: The Cartel Heir's Obsession (Book 1) Chapter 8: Dark Styled Dinner
Warm water poured over my head and trickled down my face, then my body as I stood under the running water. It was nighttime already and I was getting ready to have dinner with the handsome devil. That's what I'll be calling him because I didn't know his name.Was it El Cuervo or Valiente? I didn't care.After washing, I stepped out of the bathroom, a thick towel tied around my chest and another one on my head.I looked at my reflection in the dresser mirror, my face was flushed and freckles too many to count.I let out a deep sigh and took the towel off my head, letting damp red curls fall on both sides of my shoulders. I wouldn't style them.With the corner of my lips pulled up into a smirk, I moved away from the mirror and finished drying the rest of my body with the towel.Once I was done, I slipped into the same dress I've had on for almost four days now. It looked dirtier under the dim light of the room—the beautiful fabric now ugly.Staring at myself in the mirror again, I tried
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“LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT OF HERE!” I kept pounding my fists against the door, shouting through the cracks, but all I got in return was silence. The same heavy silence that had followed me for two straight days.Yes, I had been locked in this room for two days now.How did I know?Because daylight had faded through the curtains twice before darkness returned. Because sleep kept finding me and leaving me again in restless pieces. And because every hour in this prison felt long enough to count.No maid had brought me food since I knocked away the food tray days ago. And now, the hunger was twisting my insides and messing with my thoughts."Hey! Let me out!!" I continued banging, using the last strength I've got. That's when I heard it. Footsteps grew louder as they approached the door. I paused, placing my ear against the door to be sure.I took two steps back when I heard keys jingle into the keyhole. Then the door pushed open, revealing the same maids from before.The haughty one had a
Craving His Captive: The Cartel Heir's Obsession (Book 1) Chapter 6: Chances Of Escape
I was left alone in that grand living room. The men who brought me here had already disappeared through the tall entrance doors, leaving me standing in the heavy silence.My hands were finally free of ropes, and I rubbed at my sore wrists before glancing around, truly taking in the place for the first time.It wasn’t built like any normal modern house. Nothing about it felt warm or lived in. The entire place looked ancient, like something dragged out of another century and preserved in wealth and darkness. The ceiling rose high above me, with dark wooden beams running across it. Huge stone pillars stood around the room like guards.Old paintings hung on the walls in worn gold frames, while candles fixed to the walls threw shaky light across the marble floor.A wide staircase curved upward like one from an old castle, with iron railings shaped into fancy patterns. Thick velvet curtains hung over the tall windows, blocking out most of the daylight. Every piece of furniture looked old,
Craving His Captive: The Cartel Heir's Obsession (Book 1) Chapter 5: A Handsome Devil
Elodie's POV I felt a sharp sting on my skin, followed by a low buzz from the tattoo gun. The needle pierced through the flesh of my lower abdomen, digging deep. Finally reacting, I twisted on the bed. Wrong move. Because she pressed my thighs apart, hard, and a sob tore out of me. I shouldn't let her see me break... but I couldn't hold it in. I'm only human after all.I shut my eyes really tight, trying to focus on anything else but the pain. I’d never had a tattoo before. My parents would never allow it, even though I was already an adult—and Dad had several of his own.This was nothing like what I imagined it would feel like.“Hecho,” 'Done,' the woman announced, and the buzzing of the tattoo gun finally stopped.I looked at her just in time to see her rise to her feet and peel off her gloves. She didn’t spare me a single glance, like I was nothing more than a task she’d finished.I tried to sit up, wincing sharply at the pain in my body. My eyes dropped to where the needle had
Craving His Captive: The Cartel Heir's Obsession (Book 1) Chapter 4: The Outside World Forgets
Elodie's POVI stayed frozen, clutching the blanket to my chest. My heart was pounding so fast I thought I’d pass out. The man turned his eyes to me then. For a second, I couldn’t tell if he was another monster or if I’d just been saved by one.He exhaled slowly, rubbing his forehead as if trying to control his temper. “Get her cleaned up,” he said finally, his tone rough but calm now. “We must make the delivery to El Cuervo." Two other men appeared behind him, both dressed in black. They didn’t say a word as they stepped inside. I didn’t move when they came closer, I didn’t even breathe.All I knew was that the gold-tooth man was gone… and whoever this new man was, he was far more dangerous.***I was escorted to a more decent washroom and given some privacy to wash myself. I glanced around the small bathroom, the tiles on the wall were cleaner with no fungi in sight and no guards to seize me with their hungry eyes.I took a deep breath and peeled the thin nightgown off my body, an
Craving His Captive: The Cartel Heir's Obsession (Book 1) Chapter 3: Gold Tooth & Scarred Face
Elodie's POVI started gently, rubbing my palms over my face, stomach, and hips. I shouldn't be here. I should have never agreed to this trip.I increased the pace, scrubbing my skin, my nails leaving red lines on my body. But that didn't stop me, I went crazy. I started screaming, working faster, blood dripping from the wounds.I don't know why I and the other girls were kidnapped, but they're certainly after our bodies. I will make sure that whoever bought me, will be disgusted by me that he wouldn't even dream of touching me."¡Oye! ¿Qué haces?!" 'Hey! What are you doing?!' I heard one of the men shout, but I didn't care. I had my eyes shut tight, I was boiling with anger, hyperventilating and then I went for my face. Before I could do more damage, they caught up to me. One of them grabbed my hands while another yanked my hair so hard I screamed.“AHHHHH! Let me go, you bastard!” I shouted, kicking and twisting. His heavy body pressed against my bare skin, and I froze. I couldn’t
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