What's Hidden

Celia

I woke up in a strange bedroom and on a strange bed for the first time in my life.  I wasn’t fully awake,  but I could feel the silky sheet, as opposed to the ridiculously cotton sheets in my room back home.

The guest room was huge and luxurious, but it was sparse too, and I got the feeling it wasn’t used very often.

All I could smell was him. His scent hung in the air. It was infused into my skin, my towel, my sheets.

Scenes from the previous night came back in pieces the more I wake up.  ‘I had my bath and was about getting into my night wear when I heard a soft knock on the door.  Alexander had come in to talk to me.  He kissed me. Then he fell on his knees in front of me and… He pried my legs apart and buried his face in between my thighs, lapping up my juice.

My fingers were tangled into his slick hair and his hands gripped  my ass as he held me closer to his face licking me up with a punishing pace.

More and more of my juices leaked out of me when he twisted his tongue and fucked me with it, fucking his tongue deep, stretching me to the point of pain, but it felt so, so good.

I groaned into my pillow, feeling so embarrassed. I’d never be able to face him again. I felt stupid, but not one bit of regret. 

I should have stopped him, but I couldn’t resist him. He was Cold, cruel, gorgeous… ugly sort of gorgeous. A dangerous perfection.  Below his perfectly trimmed dark stubble accentuated a chiseled jaw, lining up to the cheekbones of a greek god.

 I should keep hating him for buying me, and for forcing me to strip in front of all those men in the club, but Instead, I was thinking about him and all the things he did to me the previous night.

He had agreed to let me go. Maybe he wasn’t that bad after all. I’d move out , get a job, work and buy back my freedom, but where would I go from there? I didn’t have any money on me and my father’s house was out of the option. As a matter of fact, I didn’t want to ever see him again. He was dead to me the moment he let the guard take me without putting up a fight.

I yawned as I rolled out of bed, excited to be leaving this hell hole. Anywhere else would be better than living with the enemy.

A distant agonizing scream, halted me on my track to the bathroom.  

“What was that?” I wondered, but the scream kept getting louder and more disturbing.

I should mind my damn business, but my curiosity took the better of me. Sliding in my dress, I hurried out of the hallway, following the voice.

A lot was going through my mind. Was someone being killed? Who was I kidding? I should turn back, but my legs were moving faster than my thoughts.

Whatever I’d expected from the man every one called the monster, it hadn’t been the man who’s face was buried between my legs and his tongue lapping at my cunt like it was his favorite meal.

 He couldn’t possibly be monstrous enough to take a life. People probable over exaggerated him.  I shook myself and continued down the hall.

The screeching, wailing, and almost fading voice led me to a filthy underground that smelled of urine and old blood.

I was horrified by what I saw.

There were lined up of what looked like jail rooms on both sides, holding both men and women in chains. They were bruised up and being fed Like dogs.  I didn’t get a clearer look because inside the cells were dark.

You could feel their excruciating pains from the low sobs and groans that filled the air.

Who are these people? Just how long have they been locked away? Are there families aware of their situations?

Whatever their offence might be, no human deserved to be in such inhumane state.

Fear pulsed through me. I wanted to run back, gather my things and escape this devil, but I was prepared to see it to the end.

I shook my head a little to clear my thoughts and to snap out of the daze I was in.

Counting my steps as I walked a little farther into the dark hallway, I heard his voice.

“You will be losing a hand next if you don’t give me a name.” Alexander roared out.

“I don’t think he’ll say anything. We should just kill him.” A female voice I didn't recognize said. “Why are we even wasting time with this one. He is useless.” She was a blood thirsty bitch. You could tell that from her voice.

“Boss. Octavia is right. I don’t think he knows anything. And he has so much information already to be let out alive. He is going to spill." Another voice said. His voice I recognized clearly. Dante. The same guard that brought me here.

Bracing my back against the wall, I slowly moved with my back until I could peep through the door.

The man strapped on a chair was covered in his own blood. He was whimpering and drooling out blood from his mouth. He looked exhausted from the beating and torture. My heart broke for him. 

One side of  the wall was covered in various types of weapons and dangerous equipment, obviously kept for this purpose, torturing his prey.

The lady I heard Dante call Octavia wore a studded black leather boots. She was in a tight black leather top and pants. Her long blonde hair pulled up in a bun and Her face twisted with annoyance.

“I have a message for your boss.” Alexander said as he reached for an axe.

My heart pounded in my chest. I was going to be a witness to a murder. If he saw me there, what was he going to do to me? He wouldn’t spare me.

The man I was seeing right now, he was different. His eyes were dark and feral. He was devoid of every emotion. He was just as people described him, a heartless monster.

 He nodded to Octavia and she held out the man’s hand, forcing it on the table.  

The man was struggling to free his hand, but he was too weak. “No… No… please… No! I already told you everything I know. Please. No! Aaaaaaaaah…” he let out a loud scream as the axe cut through his wrist.

 Blood splattered everywhere in the room and on Alexander’s face. I clasp my hands against my mouth as a scream nearly escaped me. I felt sick. My stomach did a flip, and I swallowed hard. I was going to puke.

As i made to run, my leg crashed on an empty bear can and it made a loud squash sound.

“Did you hear that?” I heard Dante ask.

“What?” Octavia said.

“I think someone is here. I’m sure I heard a sound. I’ll go take a look.”

“No one comes down here.” Octavia added.

“Take care of whatever it is.” Alexander commanded.

Fuck! Celia, it’s now or never, I told myself as I started power running towards the exit.

“Hey. You! Stop!! I said stop!…” Dante thundered.

I dare not stop. There would be no saving me from him.

The man that just ordered the death of whomever was eavesdropping couldn’t possible be the same man who was in my bedroom last night. The man whose eyes and words were filled with so much lust and desire for me.  

I continued on my track with all the energy I had.

I was going to escape. I'd go far away where he'd never find me.