All Chapters of Sinful contract: Hard Limit, soft moans: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

I tried to open my eyes but I couldn't, a terrible pain shot through my head whenever I tried to open my eyes. I lay still in the dark, no memory of what happened to me. My throat felt perched and dry, my neck burned severely, I felt soar all through my body. As I lay on the soft bed, my eyes still closed and unable to get up, the memory of what had happened to me began to flood in to my brain.I had tried to escape from Zarvier, I remember running and Zarvier chasing me, I also remember the sudden blow to my jugular that made me pass out; he had punched me on the neck, that bastard had . .. My thoughts trailed off, I began to wonder what he had done to me afterwards. I gradually opened my eyes wincing like a hurt dog as raw pain shot through my body. The room was totally dark, I couldn't see even the outline of my body, it was pitch black. I tried to touch my forehead to ease the pain I felt in my head but I couldn't... my hands were tied so tightly I couldn't even wriggle my wris

Kyl's POV "No Brian, I wont turn back. This is the only opportunity I might have to find her. Dont worry I will be fine ". I hung up the call abruptly as I sped along the smooth tarred road towards the kidnapper's den. I was gradually leaving the bustle of the big city behind me. Zed had given me the location, and although I have never been to this side of town, my GPS made it easier for me. I drove past the mainland bridge, which meant I was already at the outskirt of the city. There were no more skyscrapers and annoying traffick, only trees lined the side of the road - calm and quiet. As I drove I didn't see any vehicle passing by, I was the only one on the road. Zarvier had really planned this, he choose to keep Ivana in a place where no one would ever think of finding her. Thinking about it made me furious, to think that he may have laid hands on her infuriated me. I looked at the gun I had kept on the passengers seat, a black AK 47 which I had owned since I was twenty two

I opened my eyes slightly to blinding lights, white ceilings and walls - I must be dead and my soul gone to heaven. I couldn't remember anything , I closed my eyes again willing myself to shut out the blinding lights. It must have been hours before I opened my eyes again, this time the reflection of the light was a bit bearable. The room felt unfamiliar to me; white walls and ceiling, where was I?. Memories began to flood in like a wave, I was at the beach with Kyl, then in the villa, then the Chinese restaurant getting glass noodles and camel hump and then- fear gripped me as a remembered the hooded figure following me. It all came to me now, his horrific face flashed before my eyes, I closed them again. But, I don't remember the shack being white, it was a wooden prison which Zarvier had made for me. I opened my eyes again and tried to sit up on the bed but couldn't, I tried to move my hands and felt someone holding onto it, I gaspsed in terror ; it must be Zarvier. "Ivy? ar

Ivana's POVIts been five days of recovery for me at the hospital, I felt a lot better and stronger now.I sat up on the hospital bed placing my feet gently into my flip flops, held onto the iron headboard of the hospital bed and lifted myself up. The doctor advised me to move around; he said it will help my recovery. I walked slowly trying to steady myself with the cane in my hands - again, another of Mala's invention.I walked along the hospital hall slowly with a slight limp. Although my bruise were completely healed , but I still felt a little weak. I watched as patients were wheeled to the theatres, nurses scrambling around like chicks looking for their mother hen, doctors running to answer an emergency call - the whole place was a buzz of activity."Hey , Ivana, you feeling okay?"I turned around to find nurse Clair; a tall Spanish woman with broad shoulders and twinkling eyes, her black long hair wrapped into a bun. clair had become my favourite nurse, she is such a captivating

Ivana's POV I didn’t notice that the hospital smell had clung to my skin until we reached Mala’s apartment. I smelled of antiseptic, bleach and fear but I was grateful to be out of the hospital. The cab pulled away, leaving us in the soft glow of the hallway light. Mala kept her arm looped through mine as if I might disappear between one step and the next. “Easy,” she murmured, nudging the door open with her hip. “You’re safe now, welcome back home Ivy.” yes, this was home and has always been. Before Kyl, before Zarvier and before I rented my own place, this was my safe space and still is.Mala's apartment smelled like lavender and incense just as I remembered -comfort and home. The small room always felt cluttered with clothes, bags, shoes and makeup. I stood at the middle of the room allowing myself to breath in the familiar scent and feel the warmth in my soul."Are you ok babe?" Mala was staring at me with worry lines arched on her forehead."Am good, just... happy to be back