The time to choose a girl to spend the night finally came. Cassandra was surprised to see other girls as new as she was brought out to the center of the room. The old girls filed up at a corner, while the new girls line up at a corner. As expected, the new girls were all nervous and some of them were wiping from what they have heard. Cassandra didn't want to get nervous, but her hands kept quivering. They were required to clutch their hands behind them and keep their heads straight.
Eros was the first to choose a woman of his choice and he had to start with the old girls. Cassandra knew most of those old girls were pretty and she hoped he chose from there. But Eros looked over the faces of the girls and he didn't seem to have any interest in any of them. It seemed he was searching for someone because he looked long at only brunettes, or maybe he was into brunette women. When he was done with the old girls and didn't pick any of them, Cassandra could see the disappointment in their eyes. Her heart started to pound against her ribcage when he started coming over to the new girls. Silence fell over the whole place as he moved over to the new girls. Everyone was eager to know the girl that caught Eros' eyes. The new girls all looked nervous and innocent and that was an added advantage. Once Eros came over to them, he didn't walk around them as he did with the old girls, he stood in front of them and ran his gaze through their faces one after the other. When his eyes caught Cassandra's, she quickly removed her gaze and bent her head. Eros smirked his signature devilish smirk and walked straight to her. All her hair stood on an edge as he came close to her. She could perceive his musky scent and it smelled so familiar. She had perceived that scent somewhere tonight. She remembered. It was when she was hurrying out of the bathroom. Was he the one she had bumped into earlier? She raised her eyes quickly at him and their eyes locked. His eyes held amusement in them while hers were filled with surprise. He raised his hand, reached for her hair, and tucked it behind her ear. A smile that she thought was mischievous crept into his face."Bully, take her into the dark room. She is mine for tonight," Eros said, his thumbs now stroking her cheeks and his eyes running over her lustfully. There was murmuring in the room as the man Eros spoke to started to come towards her. He was the same man that had thrown her into the dungeon. He grabbed Cassandra's arm roughly."Easy, Bully, she is my woman for the night," Eros called as the giant man dragged Cassandra away. Before she was finally led out of the room, her eyes met with Dimitra's, and the lady stared at her with contempt. Cassandra wasn't ready for any of it. For some reason, she wasn't comfortable with Dimitra. She wondered if it had anything to do with what she saw tonight. Her eyes tore away from the girl as she was led through a door that led to a dimly lit corridor with a rugged floor that muffled the sounds of their footsteps. Cassandra felt like a ram being taken to the slaughterhouse. How was she going to escape tonight? If everything she heard about Eros was true, then she was going to die if she didn't succumb to him tonight. But she wasn't going to lose her virginity to the devil himself. He won't care, he won't care about her. That was not how she had dreamt of losing her virginity. She looked at the face of the man that was leading her to the dark room or whatever room Eros spoke about, his face made her understand what Lucia meant by guards shooting and asking questions later. He was not smiling and the scars on his face that made him look more hideous. After walking through the maze of the narrow dimly lit corridor for a while, they came to a stop in front of a locked door. Cassandra wasn't sure she could recall all those corners if she wanted to escape. He might have built the house for that purpose, to make it difficult for his captive to escape. The man called Bully took out a keycard from his pocket and slid it through the door lock, there was a beep sound, he pushed the door in and shoved her inside. She wondered why he was always shoving her in, he could just let her walk in on her own. When she turned back, he was already closing the door."Wait! Wait!" she yelled running to the door. "Is that your real name? Bully?" The man shut the door in her face. She stood at the door for a while and then decided to see what the room was like. It was really a dark room, the interior of the room was dark but elegant, even the heavy drapes that hung gloomily behind a king-size bed. Maybe there was a brighter light that could make everything look bright and vibrant. She looked around and saw the walls were covered with golden wallpapers, but there were no light switches. The room was bare of furniture, except for that bed, a nightstand, and a king-size chair fixed to a corner directly opposite the bed and a little ottoman beside it. She imagined Eros sitting on that chair like the lucifer he was, commanding and watching the women—his conquests naked. It gave her the jitters thinking about him seeing her nakedness. She sat on the bed and felt like she was floating on some kind of water. The bed was so fluffy and she ran her fingers over the smooth satin of the sheets. She would have the sweetest dream here if it had not been her tormentor's den. She had never slept on any soft beds before, at least not this soft. She and her parents slept on mattresses back at home and in the dungeon, it was more like they were lying on the springs that held the bed to the bunk, instead of a bed. She laid down on the bed and closed her eyes. She could feel free for a while. She could just enjoy the luxury for a while. The next time she opened her eyes was when she heard the beep of the door. She had dozed off, and she didn't know for how long. She tried to get up from the bed, but she wasn't quick enough to get up before Eros walked into the room."I see you are already getting comfortable, Bella." The smoothness of his voice was striking. She quickly stood from the bed and stood beside it looking at him, as he removed his watches, necklace, and knuckle rings and placed them on the ottoman beside the king-size chair. Then he turned his back to her and started to unbutton his shirt. She quickly removed her eyes from him, but her eyes didn't stay away from him for long as he started to remove his shirt. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the dark tattoos running all over his back. It was difficult to make them out in the dark. His muscles flexed with every move he made. She was left staring at him, lost. She swore he knew the effect he was having on her and she almost felt he was smirking, even with his back to her. He had that effect on every woman and that was why they forgave him, even after what he did to them. She could understand now why Dimitra was holding unto him like she was holding onto life, even after disrespecting her. But she was not going to be one of those women. He had killed her father and she was never going to forgive him. She was not going to fall for his charm. He turned sharply, making her flinch a little, then he sat down as confidently as ever, his eyes running over her again. "You are not out of your clothes yet?" She didn't reply. "Okay, maybe you want to do it uniquely. Now, seduce me," he commanded and relaxed in the chair, watching her.She stood there by the nightstand, hugging herself because she felt his eyes were already tearing off her clothes."Ahh, I see. You want some music to strip-tease." He stood up and to her surprise, he pushed a wall and it opened up to another room and he went in. The room was even brighter than the one they were in. She saw different BDSM equipment inside there and she cringed. Was she going to pass through this pain on her first night? There was no way she was going to let this devil touch her and talk much of torturing her tonight. Her whole family was dead and it wouldn't be a bad idea to die along with them, she was no longer living for any reason anyway.He reappeared with a music box and placed it on the ottoman beside his seat and turned it on. Slow jazz music started to play. He went into the room again and took out a cat o' nine tails and came back into the room where Cassandra was and closed the other room. He sat back in his seat."Or do you get pleasured by pain?" he asked."No," she blurted. "Don't you want to get to know me first?" she asked trying to buy time to do nothing exactly."I don't care to know who you are. You are my slave and all I want from you is satisfaction." "I am a virgin," she muttered but loud enough for him to hear. Hoping that somehow, he would reconsider her, but what she didn't know was that the devil always wanted special things from people."Perfecto! Perfecto!" Eros bellowed. Cassandra stared bewilderedly at him. What was he saying? Was he going to take her virginity just like that? Without passion? The real question was if she was going to lose her virginity like that to this dangerous man. She rather dies. She hated him even more for being so casual about her purity. Cassandra stared at him with so much hatred, but she bet that was not going to ruffle him either, he had sold his soul to the devil, and nothing could soften his heart. "Now, strip down and come here." It was a command. His voice has taken a more serious note. It was clear that she has wasted his time enough. But she couldn't bear to be deflowered by a man who didn't even have any atom of feeling for her. What was he going to do after he was done with her? Throw her out of the room, while she was in pain? Leave her in the room and walk away when he was in the room. She fought back her tears, she was not going to show vulnerability, it was o
Apollo sat on their patio, scrolling over and looking at the pictures of Eros Castillo on his cell phone. What could he do to get his revenge on this man? He knew who people said Eros was, but he had to be overthrown or killed by someone someday. He was skilled as a Marine, but he didn't know how Eros and his men operates. He couldn't just pin a crime on him without evidence and Eros had his way with the laws. He was just young, but he was going to throw Eros down for stealing his bride-to-be. He has been sad since he came back home and had barely eaten any food. He could tell his parents were worried about him but he couldn't be okay when Cassie was out there somewhere, maybe suffering. Tonight, he was outside, scheming a plan to get back his bride, even if it means fighting dirty. The moon was a bright silver plate above the sky, and the wind moaned through the trees, but Apollo seems not to notice. The door to their house cracked open and his father stepped out with a pullov
For days, it was touch and go for Cassandra. Skirting through the edges of consciousness, she woke and saw her mother smiling down at her. She wanted to talk, she wanted to reach out and touch her mother's face but she couldn't. Her body was too limp to move. It was like that for days.When she finally woke up, she saw a strange woman sitting by her bedside. The room was strange to her too and she tried to recall how she got there. The last thing she remembered was running out of the mansion, towards the gate."You are finally awake, sleeping beauty," Adella said casually, ignoring the confused look on Cassandra's face.Cassandra tried to seat up but pain shot through her like a spare, she gave up and remained lying on the bed. Trying to talk, she realized her throat was too dry, she cleared it."Where am I?" she asked."In my room," the old woman answered, smiling for the first time. Cassandra almost sighed with relief at the thought that she was no longer in Eros' mansion. "To
WARNING: ⚠⚠️⚠️ This chapter contains explicit sexual content. For 18+ readers only Carlos came out of the shower and was drying his hair with a towel when he heard a loud banging on his entrance door. He waited a while, looking towards his bedroom door. He wasn't expecting anyone, except Eros had already found out about his little adventure with his woman. Eros was the devil's son and had ways of finding out about everything. It could also be that the b*tch Dimitra had run her mouth while trying to please him, or the slave whom Eros shot had decided to leak a secret to save her life. The banging came harder the second time, he dumped the towel he was using to dry his hair on the dresser and went out of his room, headed down the stairs into the living room and to the door. He took a deep breath and peeped into the peephole. His racing heart slowed down a bit when he saw Dimitra standing there, looking like she had a good cry. His brows drew together in a frown. He wondered how she
Cassandra watched the woman as she placed the plates on the table. Her right arm had been hung and her left hand was useless. The old woman had not spoken to her after the discussion they had about her daughter. Cassandra was sorry and wished her hand was in perfect condition to help the woman out, aside from that, she needed to know what happened to the woman's daughter. The old woman beckoned her when she was done setting the table and she eased out of bed, careful enough not to upset her injury. When her legs touched the ground, her knees quivered and she held the bed with her free hand, to steady herself until the blood had circulated her whole legs. She slowly walked up to the table where the old woman was seated and took the seat opposite. The woman didn't say anything to her, Cassandra closed her eyes and said her prayers. After blessing the food, she picked up the spoon and tried to scoop the food. Then she looked up at the old woman and sighed heavily."Look, I am sor
Eros sat on his balcony, watching Dimitra's red blinking track at Carlos' place. He was sure something was going on between those two. The night he was stabbed in the neck, he had seen them coming out of the restroom. He had brushed it off as nothing because Cassandra had also been there. But he had seen Dimitra going over to Carlos' place for the second time now, and she was always spending hours there. Dimitra didn't know that he had tracked her phone and sees her wherever she went unless she didn't go with her phone. He didn't bother tracking her all this while, it was none of his business where she went or where she didn't, she wasn't his business, and tracking her movement, would be a waste of his time. But he suspected that she was responsible for the death of the women he had been with. It was logical, she was the only one who could have the motive to do that, why would someone else kill the women he had sex with? Everyone knew he never cared about those women, and he was
Cassandra's heart hammered against her ribcage and a cold sweat broke out on her skin. She might not be alive to see the brightness of the next day. This monster of a man standing in front of her, although he was a sexy structure, covered in casual vintage clothing, was also a living terror. His eyes have a way of growing five shades darker whenever he was furious and she had seen this look on him before, on the night they were supposed to spend together.She might be a strong-willed woman, but he unnerves her, and his presence unravels her thoughts. She always has a war going on in her whenever he was present, and he wondered if every woman felt the same way for him. He was a magnetic force of attraction, and she hates that she could still be attracted to him in that way when she hated him so much and when he frightens her so much. It was a fatal attraction.There was nothing for her to do but back away, but he came after her, his eyes focused on her, his smile downright dangero
He had called it a tomb and had spelled out everything he would do to her for hurting him and for hiding in his grandmother's apartment. She was dragged into the dark room or wherever by the big man called Bully and had been locked up there. The room was so dark that she couldn't tell day from night, and she didn't know how long she has been in there, but she was sure of one thing, they were starving her. She was sure it has been days since she was locked in there. He was going to starve her to death.Devil. She has grown weak; her lips were thirsty, and she must have emaciated because she could feel her bones on her skin. All she did was lie down there on the cold, stale floor and wait for her death, that was the only thing she felt would put her to rest. Her parents were dead, and she had no other sibling or anyone to go back to. Apollo must have given up on her since he couldn't face Eros. As she closed her eyes and curled up on the floor, waiting for her death, she heard the cla