Chapter 4.

Lily

The moment Alfred lets go of me, I regret everything immediately because it looks like this guy is going to be one of those "lunatics" who enjoy making me suffer. Since I can't back out after coming this far, I lead him into the apartment, unlocking the door with my electronic key and bracing myself for what was about to happen.

The second we step inside, the man pounces on me like a wild beast. His hands grip my hips while his lips crash against mine in a kiss that lets me taste the smell of cigarettes on his breath. It's so disgusting it makes me want to throw up.

"Bitch, you're so damn hot..." Alfred whispers excitedly, slapping my ass.

We don't even make it to the bedroom of the small apartment because that strange man throws me onto the floor and climbs on top of me, beginning to run his fingers between my buttocks and pressing against my entrance, something that frightens me.

"I wonder if you let Nicolae Moonridge have this hole," the man whispers excitedly.

"Wait, I don't like anal sex," I say uncomfortably, trying to grab his shoulders and push him away.

"That's too bad, sweetheart, because I'm going to take this hole for hours. I'll do to you what that idiot Moonridge never did..."

"I said no!"

Furious, I slap him across the face, hoping the strange and terrifying man will understand that I have no intention of having sex with him that way.

But apparently my slap only awakens his rage because, before I can resist, he grabs me by the hair and slams my face against the floor, smashing my head hard against the solid surface once, then again... until I end up dazed and nearly unconscious.

This is very bad.

"You fucking bitch. Do you think I was asking you?" he says, grabbing my dress and tearing it apart with his hands. "I've been watching you for weeks, seeing you fuck that guy every night before you leave. I know everything about you..."

"Help..." I whimper in fear, weakly trying to crawl away from him, realizing just how bad this is.

"Now you're going to be mine," the man threatens, grabbing my panties and ripping them apart. "I'm going to fuck you all week, every hole you've got. When there's nothing left of you, I'll hand you over to the person who paid me to capture you. So enjoy this, bitch. It'll be the last time you ever have sex before you die..."

Still dizzy, I try to understand what this man is saying. Someone paid him to kidnap me? What the hell is he talking about?

I don't have time to think because the stranger lifts my legs and buries his face between them, making me moan loudly as I feel his tongue between my folds. However, it isn't like normal oral sex because, after licking my pussy, he slowly moves lower toward my backside, making me react in panic.

"I said no! Stay away from there!" I scream furiously.

Recovering some of my strength, I reach for the man's hair, pulling it to try to drag him away from my body. It doesn't seem to work because, without any effort, he grabs my hips again, continuing farther down...

Crying desperately, I begin to lose hope because, for a moment, I truly believe I won't be able to defend myself. This man is really going to do whatever he wants to me and then kidnap me. What do I do? How do I get out of this?

Nicolae... I'm so sorry...

Alfred finally pulls away from my body when both of us jump at the sound of someone pounding hard on the apartment door. Completely confused, the man lets go of my legs and turns toward the entrance, giving me the chance to crawl as far away as I can, hiding behind the couch while I cry desperately.

"Are you expecting visitors, little bitch?" Alfred asks angrily.

That's the last thing I hear because, without warning, several strangers wearing ski masks burst through the door and throw themselves at the man from the club, beating him until he collapses to the floor.

Alfred surprises me by pulling what appears to be a gun from his pants, but before he can use it, the masked men, who greatly outnumber the terrifying man, overwhelm him, beating him all over until he loses consciousness. It's horrifying.

Watching the scene, I can't help but scream. I'm so terrified that I can't even stand up because I don't understand why there are about five people in my apartment beating up the terrifying man who was just about to rape me.

What the hell is happening?

"Is that her?" one of the masked men asks, looking at me as I hide behind the couch.

"According to the photograph, it is. Liliana Smith, Nicolae Moonridge's mistress," another one replies, holding a phone with a picture of me clearly displayed on the screen. "She's the target."

"Hey... Wait a second!" I shout in panic.

Once again, unable to defend myself, the men rush toward me and pin me to the floor. They don't beat me the way the man from the club did. Instead, they handcuff my hands behind my back and shove something into my mouth, holding me down while I let out muffled screams and struggle to get them off me.

It looks like tonight is only going to get worse...