บททั้งหมดของ Kidnapping the Mayor’s Daughter: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

SkyThe guard opens another door and shoves me inside. The room is dimly lit, and in the center stands a glass case with a wooden frame carved into the shape of a woman. The figure’s arms are spread wide, jutting out through circular holes in the glass walls. It’s grotesque—an object designed to make me feel more like a display than a person.“Get in,” he commands, his voice cold.I just stare at him, frozen in place, unwilling to obey. My defiance doesn’t last long. His face hardens as he grabs me roughly, shoving me toward the glass. I struggle, twisting in his grip, but he’s too strong. His body presses me against the cold surface of the glass, keeping me pinned.“Stop fighting,” he growls, and I feel the sting of tears burning in my eyes as I thrash one last time. It’s no use. He overpowers me with ease.The straps are next. He fastens them around my waist, my arms, my thighs, and ankles, forcing me into the wooden frame. The sensation of the leather biting into my skin is humilia

Dare The room was small, with dim lights overhead and the hum of an old air conditioner. The man sat trembling in the chair, duct tape binding his hands and legs to the cold steel frame. His face was pale, tears streaking down his cheeks, mixing with sweat that dripped off his chin. I stood over him, holding the baseball bat loosely in one hand, my eyes fixed on him like a predator. “You know,” I began, “the human body has 206 bones.” I leaned in closer, my shadow falling over him, watching as his eyes widened in terror. “Do you want to know how many of those I can break before you pass out? You’d be surprised how much the body can take before it finally gives up.” His breathing quickened, his chest rising. The duct tape creaked against his futile attempts to squirm free, and his cries grew louder. I smirked, taking a step back. “I know you have information,” I said, pacing slowly in front of him. “And I will get it out of you. You can make this easy, or you can make this very, ver

SkyHe pauses mid-step, turning back toward me with slowness, his cane clutched tightly in his hand. My breath catches as he raises the cane to my neck. The cold tip presses against my skin, sharp and unyielding, making me flinch. Then, with a simple flick of his finger on a hidden button, a blade extends from the end of the cane. The tip now rests against my throat, its edge sharp enough to slice with the slightest pressure.“Come for you,” he says, His eyes—dark, and utterly devoid of mercy—bore into mine. I freeze, my body trembling despite my attempts to remain strong. He pushes the blade slightly into my neck. A warm trickle slides down my skin, and I know it’s blood. A drop falls to the floor, the sound barely audible but deafening in my ears.“What makes you think you’re so important to him?” he continues, his tone mocking, as if my very existence is some sort of cruel joke to him. “What makes you believe that, in a world filled with women far more valuable, he would choose you

Sky I jolted awake, something foreign brushing against my body pulling me from a restless sleep. My heart pounded as I scrambled up to sit, and my eyes fell on a figure at the edge of the bed. He sat there, calm, his dark eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made my stomach churn. His gaze raked over me, devouring every inch as though he had every right to look at me that way. My skin crawled under his stare, and I instinctively pulled the blanket tighter around myself. “What do you want?” My voice was hoarse, my throat raw from disuse—or maybe it was the fear lodging itself there. I glanced at the door, slightly ajar, the gap small but enough to see faint shadows moving beyond it. Someone was out there, but they weren’t coming in. They weren’t helping. He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he tilted his head, his lips curling into a small, sick smile as if he enjoyed the fear he saw in my eyes. Slowly, he reached out, his hand brushing against my leg. I recoiled, curling my k

DareThe frustration was boiling under my skin. We’d gone through every one of those damned addresses, and still, Moscow wasn’t there. With each empty building, each fruitless search, my anger built, bubbling until I felt like I’d explode. But I refused to call him. No, Moscow didn’t deserve the courtesy of a warning or the satisfaction of knowing I was coming. When I found him—and I would find him—I wanted the element of surprise to hit him like a bullet between the eyes.We were down to the last address. It was further out than the others, tucked away on the outskirts of town, isolated. It was the kind of place you’d pick if you wanted to stay hidden, away from prying eyes. My instincts screamed that this was the one, that Sky was there. Still, I had needed to check the others first—needed to eliminate every possibility so I wouldn’t second-guess myself.The helicopter was prepped and waiting, its blades already spinning and slicing through the air. My men, loading up gear and weapo