Sadistic

The time for Libia to get off the plane had arrived, and she barely had a suitcase with her. This was her golden opportunity; with this deal, she would finally make her aunt take her seriously, and through this, they would see that she wasn't just a foolish little girl."Good afternoon," she greeted the airport guard.She patiently waited for her luggage to be delivered. After getting everything ready, the young woman left the airport and took a taxi; her hotel was waiting for her.When she arrived at the hotel, she introduced herself to the receptionist."I'm Libia Musso. I made a reservation four days ago.""Identification and the reference number provided at the time of payment."The young woman took her ID from her small purse and searched her phone for the email she received when booking the accommodation. It wasn't a five-star place; in fact, it was the most economical option she could find, all to make it to the meeting with Tiodor Lison, close the deal, and prove she had what

Three weeks had passed since she had been confined. She could watch television, she was given exquisite food daily, and they even provided her with pajamas. For a kidnapping, she was having a pretty good time.Almost every day, the question lingered in her mind: "Why the hell did Mr. Lison have her here?" "What was he looking for in the first place?""Ron," she called out to one of her guards.The man approached the young woman. His name wasn’t Ron, but that’s how she communicated with him."Do you know where the boss is?" the girl asked, gesturing dramatically.Ron shook his head, wondering if the girl was unaware of the great danger she was in."Do you know if I’ll ever get to go home?"The man didn’t understand a word Libia had just said.She stopped asking questions. It wasn’t that she was having a bad time, but she missed her friends, her freedom.After two hours, Libia went into the bathroom; she needed to take a shower. She dried off with a white towel, put on her new pajamas—p

Two days later, Tiodor appeared again in Libia's room. She took off her pajamas, but after a couple of minutes, he left without a word.Libia was baffled. Sure, she had been planning to escape, but she thought she could at least have a little fun with her captor. Yet, he was always confusing.For his part, Tiodor was not in a good mood. The lack of progress infuriated him. It had been nearly eight years since Jamie’s death, and he was worse off than when it all started. That couldn't go unpunished—he refused to accept that the witch would get away with it.Then there was the issue with Libia. Every time she spoke, it was like a child’s cartoon merging with a trashy reality show. Her brain didn’t seem to work right, which gave him headaches. So, his seduction-manipulation plan had to move forward quickly, or he might end up throwing himself from the top floor of his company.Meanwhile, Libia reviewed her escape plan. Every third day, Ron took out the trash, giving her about ten minutes

Tiodor Lison sat at his office desk, his gaze fixed on the computer screen. Yesterday’s events had made one thing clear: his victory was assured. On the monitor, he once again reviewed the report on Libia Musso. It detailed every time the young woman had seen a psychologist. He had needed some money to dig deeper into her file, but it only confirmed what he had already suspected. “Depressive disorders, anxiety, all due to a disorganized attachment in childhood,” he read aloud. “Poor fool,” he thought to himself. But her problems weren’t his concern. He was there to carry out revenge, and pity wasn’t something that defined him. The sound of someone knocking on the door pulled him from his thoughts. “Come in,” he said gruffly. “Mr. Lison, Mrs. Madison has called again,” Sarah informed him, a mocking smile on her lips. “Ericka can go to hell,” he growled through clenched teeth. The woman in question was a stunning twenty-seven-year-old he had dated a few months ago. They had enjoy

Libia blinked several times. Was she dreaming? "What are you saying?" asked the man, impatient, as several minutes had passed, and he had received no answer. The young woman nodded. Was this guy asking her to be an accomplice in her aunt’s murder? "Good, now come here," he demanded. Libia hesitated for a moment. After a long while, Lison, with dilated pupils, approached her, grabbed her cheek forcefully, and pressed his lips against hers in an intense, demanding, deep kiss. He gave her the most mind-blowing sex she'd ever had. Her panties were damp, she tossed all caution aside, and surrendered to her captor again, with overwhelming desire, as if it were their first time. Three months later… Natalia recounted for the fifth time that day the last she knew about Libia Musso. Mr. Carson wasn’t a renowned investigator, but he fit their budget. Esteban, her husband, had taken a significant loan from his job, with the sole aim of finding Libia. “You must understand it’s been a long