Cassandra stopped fighting when she realized that no matter how hard she wriggled her body, she was not going to be able to escape her captors. She had gone completely blank when that huge man hit her and when she had woken up, she had seen herself in the middle of two hideous-looking men with big bald heads and tattoos even on their heads. She was scared but being stubborn, she won't let them see her fears. Even though she couldn't escape even if she wanted to, they still tied her all up. There were four men in the car with her, two in the front seats, and the other two were in the backseat with her, she didn't think she had seen the man that hit her into oblivion.
She didn't even know where she was being taken to, but she knew she was going to escape these people very soon, although she didn't know how that was going to happen. Then she remembered the gunshots she had heard back at their farmhouse and tears strolled down her cheeks. They killed her father.
Heartless Eros Castillo.
Where was he? She wanted to see him face to face. She was that girl that was going to kill him. The car rounded the corner and they pulled into a road surrounded by pecan groves on both sides, she looked back and saw another car behind them and another was in front of them. They got to a huge black gate which opened immediately as the cars approached and only then did she realize that the pecan grove they had been driving through was a driveway to the big mansion. As the cars drove into the vast compound, a lone tear trekked down her left cheek and it dawn on her that she had lost her freedom, maybe forever.
She saw a man with a machine gun hanging across his chest standing by the gate. Why were all the men looking so hefty and cannibalistic? Perhaps, were they man-eaters too? She cautioned herself at the line her thoughts were trailing. The car finally came to a stop in front of a great white house with chimneys that seemed to touch the bright clear skies. The hefty men sitting in the backseat with her got out immediately and when they were about to open the door, the first car door opened and a tall, husky man stepped out. He wore a white cashmere coat with a black fedora hat that hid his face.
Cassandra could tell he was the almighty Eros Castillo because it was only a man of his reputation that could walk with so much confidence as if he invented the aura, his sexiness was tearing through the cashmere coat, although she had not seen his face, for a reason, her eyes stayed on him as he walked into the magnificent house. Her eyes ran down all over his body and she saw his shoes, it was him who had hit her. One of the hefty men grabbed her and dragged her out of the car. Pain seethed through her body as she was dragged roughly away from the big house. The man in white cashmere went into the main building with some others. Then the man holding her took out a knife and the blade shimmered in the light of the sun.
Fear gripped her and her eyes dilated at the sight of the sharp object, she whimpered in pain and fear as the man brought the knife closer. In her bid to get away, she fell to the ground, because she didn't have the room to shake her body since her arms and legs were tied.
"Please...Please...don't kill me," she begged. She had come with a glimmer of hope, knowing that someday, somehow, she would be free from them but she didn't expect to be killed on her first day. She didn't know that she was not going to even get a chance to try and escape.
The man ignored her and squatted in front of her, grabbed her tied-up hands, and raised the sharp knife. She closed her eyes, ready to feel the fatal pain and die, but she heard the sound of a blade cutting into something instead. She opened her eyes and saw that he had cut the rope binding her hands together. She stopped crying but still went through spasms of tears. The man cut the ropes on her legs too and roughly dragged her up, but her legs wobbled because blood has not yet circulated to her bonded parts, the man didn't give a damn, he dragged her and she tried to wiggle out of his grip but his fist clamped her arm like iron.
He dragged her to the back of the big building where a shapeless structure of a house stood, he unlocked the door with one hand and shoved her into the place, closed the door, and locked it again. She quickly crawled to the door and began to bang on it, crying.
"Open this door! Let me out! Let me out! You monsters!"
"Weren't we all like that at first?" a female voice asked behind her.
She stopped and slowly turned her head to look behind. A hundred pairs of eyes stared back at her and she turned fully to see other girls of her age and even below her age, staring back at her.
"Just accept your fate and stop disturbing us," a green-eyed blonde scoffed.
"What?" Cassandra asked confused and looking at the different faces standing in front of her.
"You are a perpetual slave now, accept it and move on," the green-eyed girl said with a scowl and turned to leave.
The other girls scoffed and scowled at her too, turned away from her, and walked away. Cassandra didn't quite understand but she felt they were all carrying out their agitations on her. She was not the reason they were all here, was she? They left one after the other, leaving her standing there in confusion and helplessness. They all left and only one girl stood there looking at her. A girl with dark soulful eyes and pale skin with viscous curly hair. Her whole body ached and the least these other girls could do was give her a cold welcome, she had a feeling that it wasn't going to be fun here.
"Hi," the girl said tentatively raising her hand.
"Hi," Cassandra greeted back.
The girl walked up to her. "I am Lucia Andino."
"I am Cassandra Lopez."
"This place is rough and everyone is angry, but you can consider me a friend. I will help you get to know a lot of things here to help you avoid mistakes."
"Why? Why is everyone hostile?"
"I guess when you are denied your freedom for a long while, you sort for who to put your anger and negative energy on. Come, stay in our room for a while until the Chief comes back and assigns you a room," The girl started moving inside the hall.
Cassandra followed her. She had a lot of questions to ask, she needed answers, and she couldn't stay here. She was a girl engaged to marry, she had a life ahead, a life she had planned out for herself. She had planned to get married, have a family, and live happily ever after. Never for once has, she thought about being a perpetual slave. She was never going to be a perpetual slave. But even as she assured herself that, a part of her felt like she was just deceiving herself. Her father was dead, no one was going to pay the debt off and free her from there. Maybe Apollo would, but did he even know that she was here? Did anyone see what happened?
At that moment, she prayed that this particular bad news flies around so her fiance can be able to find ways to get her out of there. She also wished Ethel her neighbor who always feeds the public with the happenings in her household could spread her little news once again. The girl led her into a room with two bunks. The room was dark and stuffy, two other girls were lying on the other beds, and they totally ignored them when they came in.
"Excuse me," Cassandra whispered to the girl that has brought her in.
She turned and smiled at her. "Yes?"
"What exactly are we supposed to be doing here? I mean why are we held here anyway?"
"A lot of reasons. Some of us get lucky while others don't. Some are killed while some survive. We do a lot of jobs here."
Cassandra wasn't understanding any of what the girl was saying. "What do you mean by some get lucky?"
"Most of us are sold off to better people while some are sold to people just like Eros. Some of us are picked to work for sex and make money."
"Jesus Christ, this is serious...I can't work for sex."
"Why are you here then?" Lucia asked.
"Nothing..."
"I mean, why did you get dragged here?"
"Well, my father owes him some money..."
The other two girls that were lying on the bunk beds and who completely seemed to be uninterested in their conversation suddenly snorted. Cassandra's eyes shifted to them. The brunette with brown eyes looked at her.
"Your kind are the ones to go into prostitution because you have to make the money your father borrowed."
"What?" Cassandra asked aghast.
"But there is only one way out of it," Lucia said. Cassandra looked at her. "Seduce me, night."
"What's that?" Cassandra asked, looking from one girl to another, and didn't fail to notice the hint of smiles on the faces of the girls. "What's that about?"
"It is a night when a girl is chosen by Eros to spend the night with him," the brown-eyed girl said dreamily. "New girls have a high chance of being picked, pretty girls like me have higher chances. If you spend the night with him and he likes you, he might keep you here and you would never have to do any prostitution work. You will just work here."
"I can't wait to be picked! It's tomorrow night!" the other girl who was petite and who was talking for the first time cooed.
Cassandra dropped to the bed in frustration, None of those options were good for her.
"Girls! Fall out!" A female voice rang out through the whole dorm.
The girls quickly stood up from their beds, leaving the confused Cassandra.
"Chief is here, Chief is here," she heard the girls murmur, and then she heard footsteps rushing past their room.
She stood up and followed the girls who were rushing towards the voice.
Eros flipped the whore over and was about to go into her when his phone rang, he glanced at the nightstand, and although he couldn't see the name on the screen clearly, he kept looking at the phone as it vibrated on the wood. He ignored it and plunged into the woman who moaned with pleasure, but he was losing concentration because the phone wouldn't stop ringing. He grunted and pulled out of the horny woman, the interruption turned him off already and his shaft became flaccid immediately. He reached for the phone, rolled over, and laid on his back. It was Javier, his friend, and his business partner."Can you explain to me why you chose to call me by this time of the day?" he asked once he answered the call."Eros, the deal is done. I talked with the investors from Kuwait," Javier's bobbly voice sounded over the phone.The whore climbed Eros' body, looking at his shaft which was still sealed with a condom. He ignored the woman because the topic Javier was talking about was a very
Apollo was quite uncomfortable with the atmosphere at home. His parents were not sounding completely happy, even though they were all smiley. They were happy to see him, but he was certain there was something else they were uneasy about. He had just come back from the army and was excited that he was home. He had gathered enough money to claim his bride and he had spoken to his parents about it, and they had been happy about it, but he had not wanted to tell Cassandra's family, he wanted it to be a surprise. But with the negative vibes, he was getting that night, he knew something was definitely up. It must be news about Cassandra getting married to another man. He had braced himself for that news.He let it hang in the air until he was done freshening up and until his mother served the dinner. As they ate, he observed his parents and realized they were avoiding any topic concerning the Lopez's. When he couldn't pretend anymore, he dropped his spoon drawing his parent's attention
WARNING ⚠️⚠️⚠️ This chapter contains violence, use of substance, and strong language. Read at your own discretion.The brunette mixed the substance on the table, hit it with a ruler, and sniffed it. She smiled as she sniffed in the substance and tilted her head up, looking at the ceiling. This was what she lived for, this was why she kept all those drug lords and rich men around, they give her enough money to get her coke. She wanted nothing more in life as long as she kept f*cking men to get her coke. Last night's client was one she wouldn't forget in a hurry. He was a hunk, very hot and handsome, and a master in bed too. He was the kind of client she needed every night, he didn't only give her the most mind-blowing sex, but he also tossed her a huge pay, which would last her a few days. And she loves his angry spirit.Although he had been mad at her for disrupting his phone call with his friends, she still found him sexy even when he tossed her out of bed and choked her while threa
WARNING⚠️⚠️⚠️🔞: This chapter contains sexual content which might be offensive to some readers. Please do not read if you are below 18. Do not read if you are not a fan of BDSM sex. Read at your own discretion.Cassandra watched as the two women bonded with ropes and cuffs and knelt on the floor. She didn't understand anything Lucia said to her. She leaned closer to Lucia again and whispered. "Do you mind explaining the game to me?" "Is BDSM, you know what it means right?""I have heard of it.""Okay, now you are going to watch it and know what it entails. Just watch and learn. Most of these men here are very dominant when they have sex, so this is what they do to you when you go into the bedroom with them. You become their slaves.""How does that even work...?""We have two slaves here!" a middle-aged man announced, interrupting Cassandra and Lucia. The crowd in the room cheered.Lucia quickly turned away from Cassandra as if glad she was liberated from the floods of questions
WARNING: ⚠️⚠️⚠️🔞 This chapter contains sexual content which might be offensive to some readers. Only for 18+ readers. Cassandra never thought she would enjoy this kind of sex whatsoever. The women were literally in pain and were crying and she wondered how anyone could consent to be punished in the name of sex. The men were using vibrators on the women, whose hands and legs were hung and spread apart now and they were screaming, but the screams sounded like it was that of pleasure. The audience was cheering, and when the men inserted their shafts into the asses of the women, they began to moan as the men banged them menacingly."Do you f*cking like it?" the men kept asking as they banged the women.The girls kept nodding and replying in muffled voices as the men hit them. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" the girls kept screaming. Cassandra stood up and whispered to Lucia that she was going to the restroom. She felt like she was suffocating in the room. Lucia pointed her toward
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 i
"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