เข้าสู่ระบบThe taxi wound through a few more streets, the buzz of the city getting louder. Neon lights blinked around us, and the sound of loud music poured out from an event happening by the roadside. I stayed behind as her cab passed the commotion, turning right before coming to a stop in front of a sleek, modern club. The kind that had an underground entrance, discreet and hidden away.She steps out of the taxi, adjusting her coat before glancing around. The Zeeheel Club.She strides into the club, her heels clicking sharply on the ground. She rummages through her purse as she approaches the hefty men by the brown steel door, two of them. She waves a black card at their face and they step out of the way, then fall back into position.I follow steadily behind her but they block my path.I take notice of the guard on my left watching her go down the flight of stairs. It’s a view that no man would want to miss especially since she has her coat on her arm.“Your pass”I stand silently, I don’t c
LeviI sit in my car, parked just outside Mike’s mansion, the hum of the engine low, barely noticeable. In my hand, the laptop screen glows with the live feed,I know exactly what’s happening inside.She’s there, on the screen, lying in the middle of that massive bed, its silk sheets tangled around her like a trap. She stirs, slowly, her eyes fluttering open. She rolls off the bed, landing quietly on her feet, but there’s no purpose in the movement. She’s surrounded. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to go. They are locking her away like a captive, a slave who has no say in her life. Her life is pathetic, she has the least bit of freedom than anybody I have ever known. All her life is decided by someone else, controlled like a puppet in a circus to have men throw money at her and laugh at her own expense, she swallows hard and tells herself that she will make it out.Alive.In one piece.I switch to the surroundings.A man in black moves silently past the kitchen, gun in hand, eyes sharp, focu
It’s been over a week, and I still can’t figure her out. I want to know everything about her, what makes her smile—she barely does. I want to know what annoys her, but it’s hard to tell because her face is always so blank.She sits on the bed, tired and slouched. Her dress moves, showing her thighs for a moment.I bite down on my lips remembering the kisses I planted on them while she was asleep. She is a heavy sleeper, hardly hears anything once her eyes are closed. She stands up from the bed and walks to the closet. She picks out a pair of black shoes and holds them in her hands, considering them carefully, thinking about the dress on her body makes my hard.I adjust myself in the chair, my fingers slight caressing the screen where her face appears. I would do anything to kiss her, to wipe her tears away. She does that a lot, cry to herself when she is alone.Tears streams down from her eyes even when she sleeps, It’s heartbreaking to realize that she can’t find a moment of peace w
Blue I open my eyes to the soft glow of morning light filtering through the curtains, but my body feels heavy, sore in ways I can’t explain. A weird ache clings to my muscles. As I shift beneath the sheets, a faint memory surfaces—the bizarre dream I had last night. I was handcuffed. The thought makes me laugh quietly to myself. What a strange thing to dream.But when I try to sit up, a sharp pull in my arms sends a jolt of surprise through me. I swing my legs over the bed, attempting to stand, only to feel a sudden weight drag me down. My knees buckle, and before I know it, I’m on the floor, the echo of the fall vibrating through me.My eyes widen over the fact that it wasn’t a dream. I was naked and my hands were cuffed to the back.I glance at the clock on the wall, its ticking somehow louder in the stillness of the room. It’s already late, way past the time for breakfast. My stomach tightens as I realize what that means—a grumpy Mike, likely sitting in the living room by now, imp
LeviShe is beautiful, the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen. The kind that makes a man go crazy, I'm already down that road. She lays underneath me with nothing on her body. I can see the fear in her eyes, I have gotten used to it. She thinks I will hurt her, I can but it depends on how far I am willing to go to hurt her. Till death, no, enough to make her enjoy the pain, Yes.She feels I am here to make sure that she doesn't rat me out, I know she wouldn't yet I am not here for that. She could be deep in the pits of hell and I would still make my way to her.“Please” she begs. The tone is raspy but soft, I could hear a thousand of her pleas and I would still love to hear more.My eyes have been on her for a while watching her sleep peacefully, mumble and cry in her dreams, I watched her toss and turn in bed, brave of her to be naked in front of me, seducing me with the lingerie that she wore. I took the bait.Whatever trap she sets for me, I will willing walk right into it with
BlueI open my eyes, the darkness still surrounds me: I’ve spent the entire day buried in unconsciousness, Passed out, if you could call it that. The room is silent, save for my own breathing, like it doesn’t belong to me. My chest tightens, not from fear, but from the weight of everything. Dry tears stain my cheeks, its all I can do, I don’t have the guts to tell Mike fuck you to his face. The day I do that is the day I die.My limbs feels heavy, I see the need to wash up.The death of those men cloud my memory, my lips are still sealed about that incident and I don’t intend on telling a soul about it. I am scared, scared of what he might do to me. No matter the security that Mike has, I still feel like he is watching me, he can make his move on me and no one will be able to save me.I pick up my phone from the nightstand, my fingers shaking slightly as I press the screen awake. There could be news, something about the men—maybe, just maybe, they’ve caught the culprit. I need to kno







