Meeting The MistressSilver felt a tap on her face. She tried to wake up from her deep slumber, the effect of the drug causing her mind to reel, she moved to sit up when she discovered that she couldn’t move at all. She blinked her eyes rapidly trying to get the black spots dancing in front of her eyes to go away. She tried instead to shift in her spot but she couldn't. There was a large chain attached to her waist that held him down firmly against a concrete bed in the middle of a room. She had been moved, she realized. The metal links were digging into her skin and she could feel the strain of the links against her legs. Her ankles also burned from the chains that had been used in holding her to the bed. It had only been a few minutes of her being awake and there were already tears streaming down her cheeks. She had been here before, this wasn’t new. Not exactly. Although it had been very different being bound on that chair in Rodriguez home but it wasn’t entirely new to her, but
The Story“Let me tell you a quick story Silver.” Jamal began dramatically. Pulling a chair to sit in front of Silver like he had done the last time. Silver spared him a bored expression, turning her head away from him to stare at the other side of the wall. A sign that she wasn’t interested in what he had to say. It did nothing to phase the grey eyed man though, as he merely let out a breath of air before starting. “When I was a boy my father died and I had to move to live with his sister.” He paused letting the few words sink into Silver’s mind. The latter having already turned her head in his direction, finally granting him a listening ear.“Although the death of my father was such a painful ordeal it became better, maybe just a little easier to bear when I moved to be with my cousin. We finally became close friends over the years, we were best friends in fact. Almost inseparable. Then one day after a fight our parents; well his parents, but at this point they were mine as well.
Seducing The Mafia DonStella was parked in front of the mansion once again, she smiled to herself when she realized that this time there was no Silver in her way. She could see the security at the gate come forward to address her. She had not seen this face before in her last couple of trips here. So maybe he was new? That was good for her. The newer ones were always easier to manipulate. She rolled down the glass of her window and smiled at his furrowed eyebrows. “I’m here to see the Don.” she stated simply, flashing her pearly whites at him, causing the man to flush a little at the action. He cleared his throat though, turning back to look at her.“He is not taking any visitors at the moment.” he said. Stella nodded her head in fake understanding, gently wobbling her lips, she looked to the man with puppy dog eyes pulling out the big guns. It was her charm, making men succumb to her and it always worked. Well except when it came to Rodriguez, but she was about to change that. “
Rodriguez was sat in his office, he held a pen in his hands, slowly popping it in and out. His eyes were on the bookshelf on the right of the office wall, staring but not seeing anything. His gaze drifted back to the sofas that surrounded the small table in the middle of his office and for some reason all he could think about was Silver and all the times she had been in there, she had looked so beautiful that particular day, and her face when she come into his office to speak to Aiden and how much he adored that smile of hers; how soft her hair felt under his fingers…how he just wanted to be able to touch her every day.He missed her, he missed her so much but then she just seemed to have disappeared he had tried everything to get her back, but there were no leads, no clues, except the several holes in the wall which did not exactly tell him much. It took everything he had to not burst into tears or to just run off to find her in the streets, he didn’t mind going from house to hous
Conversations Silver was still tied to the stone bench. she reeked from the sweat and grime that had accumulated over the last days. she was only allowed a bathroom break once a day and that was to pee not bath. The smell of her own body and urine filled her nostrils and it disgusted her beyond words. She couldn't do this anymore. This feeling of hopelessness was eating her up from the inside but she just didn’t know what to do about it. She had been mainly left on her own, tied to one place since she got here. it drove her crazy, the solitary, not being able to communicate with other humans or do anything except stare at the bare walls, she could slowly feel herself go crazy as the days went by.The only beating she had received was from Stella the other day, asides that she wasn’t ever tortured or questioned. She wondered what Jamal wanted from her though, why had she been kidnapped? asides from the story he told her the other day, he had mostly left her alone. sometimes drugging
SilverSilver looked at the massive building in front of her, the buzzing crowd around causing her ears to ring and a small headache begin to throb behind her eyelids. She never was able to deal with a lot of noise or people, and why she felt working in a bar was suitable for her, she’ll never be able to explain. The pay was good though and at this point she just really wanted something to support herself, so she’ll deal with her phobia in silence. Flattening down her shirt, she pushed her glasses higher up on her nose, saying hello to Erik, the giant of a bouncer that stood just outside the building, guarding the place. She made her way into the bar. The booming sound of the music, giving her a sensation that her heart was beating in her throat, making her swallow a few times in order to adjust. No matter how many times she walked through the doors of the bar, she never got used to the scenario. She’d never understand why the music was so loud or why the people in it thought it was
The DriveSilver pushed past the tables, struggling to balance the drinks in her hands, and careful to not trip on her own foot. She could see that the man that had made the order for the group, already had his eyes on her and that made her shiver in fear. His lingering gaze too piercing for comfort. Silver couldn’t read the expressions that danced through his face and that made it even harder for her to bear. Not knowing what he was thinking about caused her chest to hurt. She placed the tray of drinks carefully on the table, sinking in on herself as a couple other members of the group raised their head to acknowledge her. She noticed though, how the powerful man with beautiful blue eyes that she had been looking at earlier, kept typing furiously on his phone and didn’t bother to acknowledge her, not even for a second. “Your drinks, sir.” She said in a voice barely above a whisper, scared that if she spoke louder, she might be punished for it. They looked like the kind of people to
Missing Flash drive“What do you mean you lost it?” Rodriguez roared in rage at Jared. The other man taking a step back, looking at the table that stood between himself and Rodriguez wondering if it was enough to shield him from the older guy’s wrath. “I thought I put it back into the brief last night but it seems I didn’t.” Jared replied, doing his best to sound like he wasn’t shaken to the very core by the anger that poured out of Rodriguez in waves. He knew all too well what happened when his boss lost his temper. No one wanted to be at the receiving end of Rodriguez wrath. Taking another step back, to put even more distance between himself and the fuming Rodriguez, like that would help the situation. He cleared his throat once, twice, before facing Rodriguez once more. Pleading for mercy with his eyes. “I had a couple of our men try to retrace our steps from the last time we saw it at the bar till we got back to the house, and there was nothing.” He replied scratching lightly at