All Chapters of Untamed Desires (A Collection of short Stories): Chapter 81 - Chapter 87

Sofia Reyes killed the engine of her rented Jeep outside the dusty warehouse on the edge of the port city, notebook crammed in her back pocket, camera slung across her chest. Six months chasing this story had taken her from quiet mountain roads to flashy nightclubs to lonely beach towns. Women vanishing. No bodies. No clear pattern at first. But the deeper she dug, the clearer it got and all of them had been restless, bored, aching for something sharper than their safe little lives. Elena from the parking garage. Harper from the trails. Valentina from the club. Camila from the diner. Leila from that resort cove. All gone. All... changed, according to the few whispers she’d caught. She slipped inside the side door, heart hammering. The place smelled like salt and rust and old machinery. A single bulb swung overhead. “You shouldn’t be here.” The voice came from the shadows. Deep calm 'n very much dangerous. Sofia spun around and there he was —lean muscles under a black shirt, tall

Isabella pushed open the door to the private studio at the back of the arts building, the one professors used when they didn’t want anybody barging in. It was almost midnight. The rest of the campus had gone dark and quiet except for a couple of security lights outside. She’d gotten the text from Professor Voss two hours ago: *Critique on your figure series. Tonight. Bring the new pieces.* Rafaels was already there, sleeves rolled up on his black button-down, paint stains on his jeans like he’d been working on something personal. Mid-thirties, intense dark eyes, messy hair that always looked like he’d run his hands through it too many times. He had this way of looking at your work, and at you, that made it feel like he was peeling back layers whether you wanted him to or not. “You’re late,” he said, not looking up from the canvas he was studying under the track lights. “Had to finish the last sketch.” Isabella set her portfolio down and started pulling out the big charcoal d

Sofia’s head was still ringing from the sack they’d thrown over it when the van finally stopped. Her wrists burned from the zip ties cutting into her skin. She’d screamed herself raw in the back, kicking at the metal walls until her bare feet were bruised. It didn’t matter. Her boyfriend, that stupid fuck, had thought he could skim a couple kilos from the Vargas cartel and get away with it. Now she was the one paying. The door slid open and rough hands yanked her out into the humid night air. She caught a glimpse of jungle trees and concrete buildings before they dragged her inside a big house that smelled like cigar smoke and gun oil. The men didn’t speak much. One of them, a short guy with a scar across his cheek, shoved her down a hallway and into a large bedroom. “Boss’ll be here soon,” he grunted, then locked the door behind him. Sofia scrambled to her feet, heart hammering. The room was nicer than she expected, had big wooden bed, heavy furniture, a ceiling fan spinning

The morning after the party, Diego didn’t even let her shower. He fucked her quick and rough while she was still sticky with dried cum, then threw her into the back of a truck. Two hours of bumpy dirt roads later, they arrived at the jungle compound. It was smaller than the main house but way more isolated, concrete buildings surrounded by thick trees, high fences, and armed guards. This was where they broke people. Diego dragged her out by the leash. Sofia’s legs were still shaky. Her ass burned from the spanking and the rough fucking in the car. She kept her eyes down as he pulled her into one of the back buildings. “New pet,” he told the two guards inside. “She needs proper training. Keep her alive.” They locked her in a small room with nothing but a thin mattress on the floor and more chains. Diego left her there for hours. When he came back, he had a duffel bag. “Strip.” She did it faster this time. The collar stayed on. He started simple. Made her crawl around the room