Desired by the Don

"Come over to the bed" The inebriated stranger ordered Jessica in a gruff voice. She was completely drunk and began to stagger towards the bed, still holding a glass of whiskey.The young girl was unaware of what she was doing, neither was she conscious of her environment. She had been drugged by her so called friends out of envy.Jessica finally got to the bed and stood in front of the man, mumbling incoherently. The stranger grabbed the cup, placing it haphazardly on a squared table beside the bed. It was odd that she could only see his chest and the remaining part of his body; his face was obscured. He didn't waste much time getting Jessica undressed, and she didn't appear to object. His hands stretched out to her panties as he effortlessly took off her skippy gown, revealing her naked breast.She was entirely exposed in front of him as she basked in the pleasure of his touch. She felt chills go down her spine as he toyed with her breast and left his fingers do some magic over h

After Jessica's head hit the ground, it took her a few seconds to realize what she had just done. She was writhing in pain as she lay on the floor, silently gasping for air.She couldn't discern if she had simply been shot in the shoulder, since her entire body was on fire. When she couldn't take in the anguish anymore, she allowed the tears threatening to drop, pour out freely.Jessica struggled to tilt her head in the direction of the police van after hearing another gunshot. she watched in horror as Mr. Harrison drop dead on the ground after being shot multiple times. Immediately, she was overcome with fear and questioned in her mind about the identity of these individuals posing to be her savior. She had earlier considered dying when she saw Mr. Harrison pulling out his gun to shoot the stranger who was walking next to her. It felt like an opportunity to end her miseries. Her mind was predetermined to take the bullet instead, there by ending her own life.Now, she was overwhelm

For a few hours Jessica was conscious; her eyes were open, she could feel and see everything happening, but wasn't able to talk nor move. It was felt like her cerebral hemispheres was frozen or had stopped functioning. After a very long drive, the car finally came to a halt by the side of a scary deserted road. Immediately, the men hurriedly got out of the car. They grabbed her hands and legs roughly pulling her out of the vehicle. Her eyes scrutinized around the environment thoroughly, she observed that they appeared to be in an entrance of a thick forest as they were surrounded by tall trees. Fear gripped her as they went further into the woods, heading towards what seemed like a small empty apartment. She moaned softly while trying to talk; her shoulder now hurt badly and it was unbearable, but all the men did was laugh and mimicked her. Jessica saw blood dripping down from her shoulder while they walked, her injury hasn't healed completely. She wished someone could tell this

While she was still trying to dress up, Nate and his men grabbed her hands and threw her into the dark room. Luckily she was able to pick up her torn shirt and brassiere before being carried out of the living room. The moment she got inside the dark room, she heard the other girls murmuring among themselves and wondered if they were talking about her. "Hi guys, I'm Jessica. Sorry for whatever happened out there" Jessica said, while trying to put on her torn shirt.She paused for a while, wondering why she was actually apologizing to them like it was her fault. However, neither of the girls replied; she had to mind her business till they were ready to speak, while she figured out her escape plan. She was about dozing off when George last words before leaving, suddenly flashed in her head and she quickly asked "Who is Italian here?" Jessica rose up for a few minutes, waiting for a response but nobody did. Since nobody responded, she laid back on the floor, closing her two eyes ti

"Sorry to disturb you sir, what I want to say isn't important. I will just come back." Joe managed to say and quickly shut the door without waiting for Jayden's instruction. The moment he shut the door, he thought he heard his boss say something, but out of fear,he didn't bother to open the door and just left. If only Jayden allowed him to speak, he would have told him about the girl they saved a few days ago.Back at the cell, the atmosphere was oppressive and suffocating, devoid of freshness and vitality, which gave Jessica a feeling of repulse and she couldn't wait to be out.It was late in the night and she couldn't sleep as mosquitoes wouldn't stop singing in her ears and also sucking her blood. The concrete beneath her, felt like a stab of an ice which made her shiver continuously. The others however seemed to be sleeping comfortably; they were used to it. Except the snoring of people, sounds of bird chipping, she couldn't hear anything else.After a while, she saw a flash of