Despite her bleeding wounds, Alisha manages to remain somewhat composed. She takes solace in the fact that at least the old guard is safe from the clutches of these monsters. Who knows what would have happened if they had targeted him as well?But what about her? How will she manage to escape from this situation? Blood trickles down her cheeks, mouth, head, and even her feet. The pain is becoming unbearable, causing her entire body to go numb. It's hard to fathom how things took such a turn for the worse. "How much?," Alice asks her.Alisha responds, confused, "How much what?"Alice's tone turns harsh as she warns, "Don't pretend like you don't understand. Tell me, how much do you charge?"Alisha, still perplexed, asked, "Charge for what? Can you please explain?""Stop playing games! Tell me how much you charge for taking dic**ks."Alisha, taken aback, exclaims, "Why would I do that? I've already told you I'm a girl with a vagina. What are you talking about?""You fooled me by pretend

Alice gazed upon Alisha's unconscious body, her delicate form cradled in his arms as he swiftly carried her to the built-in cupboard in his bathroom. Gently laying her down on the slab, he retrieved his hoodie from the cupboard and carefully dressed her, tenderly tending to the injuries he had inadvertently caused."These wounds will heal," he thought to himself, "I won't let them mark her skin permanently. They may look beautiful now, but I want her to bear only my marks, not these ugly injuries. She's an epitome of beauty, even in this state."After attending to Alisha, he changed into his night suit, opting for a black hoodie and pyjamas. However, the red hoodie suited him so well, especially with her in his arms.Emerging from the bathroom, he settled her on the bed and sat beside her, captivated by her flushed face. Her lips, despite being injured, held an alluring quality that he found irresistible. He leaned in, lightly tasting the lingering hint of blood, finding it strangely s

"It's not like I can lend my intelligence to you because it's not something you can have.""Are you mocking me? You are trying to mock Alice Sharma?,"Alice asked her.Alice's mom couldn't control herself and started laughing, saying, "You both are fighting too much, more than needed, just like kids."She couldn't believe she was seeing this coming from her son, who never meddled in any situation. Here he was, behaving like a child, fighting over silly things, seemingly enjoying it.Alisha, in her childish manner, said, "Aunty! I'm not fighting, it's him. He is fighting with me. I'm always a good girl who never fights with anyone, and he is older than me. Why would I fight?""You can see, Mom, it's not me who is talking nonsense here. It's her who is talking nonsense and then picking a fight with me, now saying she is not fighting, such a so-called good girl,."Alice interrupted. (Note the sarcasm dripping from his voice)"Who says I talk nonsense when I surely don't? You always take thi

"Mmmmmmmmm-Mmmmmmmmm," Alice let out a soft moan.There he was, no saint with no inhibitions, just consumed by his sexual desires. His eyes were fixated on her breasts, watching them rise and fall, igniting a longing within him."Angel, what's your size?" Alice inquired.Alisha, who had been crying, was taken aback by his question. "What size?" she asked, her voice breaking from the intensity of her tears."Your breast size," Alice clarified.Alisha's eyes widened in disbelief. How could he be so shameless as to ask such a question? "My breast size?" she repeated, shocked."Don't you even know your own size?,”Alice smirked.Alisha, embarrassed and emotional, struggled to respond. "I know I have breasts, but why do you want to know the size?" she managed to say through her tears."Because I want to know. Why shouldn't I ask?" Alice retorted."Because they're my breasts," Alisha replied."You are mine, so everything about you is mine too. There's nothing you can hide," Alice asserted. "B

Alice felt restless and knew he was getting too hot under his pants for a reason he didn't want to acknowledge.He couldn't believe how much he wanted her. In his whole life, he had never been aroused by women, but this girl's mere words could make him wild with desire. He felt like a beast, and he hated himself for it.Alice took deep breaths, trying to control himself. It wasn't something he wanted, at least not now.He went into his study and turned on the camera. Yes, he had cameras all over his house, except in his mom's room.Alice saw Alisha, at first not talking, and then making a deal with his mom not to tell him about what she had said. He whispered to himself, "How can someone be this naive?""She can be, and you love her for it," His conscience replied.Alice smiled as he watched his mom lovingly feed Alisha, making it seem like they were mother and daughter. At least for a day, it was a good distraction. She had come into his life and swept him away with her innocence, and