48 Hours A Day Novels & Stories

“Understood, Commander!” When the seven people heard this, they felt as though they wanted to bang their heads against the wall and die right here. They would have to work for sixteen hours a day, and if they were to put one and a half hours aside to have three meals a day, they would only have six and a half hours left to rest. This did not include the time that it would take for them to wash up, dress up, use the toilet, and so forth. In that case, if they could rest for five to six hours a day, they should already be extremely thankful!

I snapped back, but Celie already hung up. Elise gasped. "Girl, you're sure you're in for it?" "This is a fourteen-hour-a-day job, no weekends off," Karmen said. I went to the counter and picked up Celie's ladle and shook it at her. "Just watch me, Miss. Kaverina." We laughed. I caught Clarice's eyes staring at me and she smiled.

For six months. One hundred eighty days. Each one an eternity.

“ Boss , the minimum sleeping hours that a human being should have are at least eight to ten hours . “ said Antonio a bit annoyed with a forced smile . “ I sleep four hours mostly of the week . I don’t see any problem here . “ said Damian with his casual cool expression . ‘ ….Derrick is right . This guy isn’t human at all . Other people would die of overwork while he is so calm and composure about it . How can a person live with only four hours of sleep everyday ? ‘ thought Antonio . “ But…..I don’t see any reason to stay here . I also finished my work . “ said Antonio . “ Your work isn’t finished . You have to guard me . “ said Damian . ‘ Damn it ! This guy !……He is so annoying . I have to

“Sometimes a little later if there are late returns.” “Make it five.” His eyes held mine — dark, unblinking. “You’re expected in the Room of Ecstasy by six. Eight-hour duty. Wednesday, Thursday, Friday. You remember the terms.” My pulse kicked hard. Eight hours. On my knees unless told otherwise. Waiting. Obeying. The contract had been very clear — every clause burned into my memory: safewords, limits, cameras recording every second, my body his to command until two a.m. sharp.

Forty-eight hours until he left. Forty-eight hours to fix this. Or forty-eight hours to lose him forever.

The megahit incontinently winded me and I hunkered over just as they let go of my arms. " There is 24 hours in a day, 168 in a week and for every single bone of those hours you're going to do as you're told. Breakfast is at 6 am, if you miss it you do not eat until lunch at 12 pm. regale is at 6 pm, if you miss that you do not eat all night and lights out is 10 pm. You are handed with a standard mess for free but if you want to eat more or add on extras at the deputy you need someone to put plutocrat into your account. This is also how you can buy rudiments you might need like cleaner and toothpaste." I held onto my stomach as I watched his thrills pace forwards and backwards in front of me.

“Which I intend to do. Very closely.” She let out a breathless laugh, then dropped her head to his chest. His fingers tightened on her hip. “Eight hours a day, five days a week.” Elena’s stomach flipped. The thought of seeing him every day, of being close enough to touch but never close enough, it was equal parts thrilling and torturous. “You’re insane,” she breathed. “You’ll be in front of me every damn day. Wearing those tight skirts and calling me sir in front of my employees. You have no idea the kind of self-control I'm gonna require.”

His sadness consumed him. Zoey said stiffly, "I don't need you to take care of me. Get the household help to attend to me instead." Laurence replied blankly, "The housekeeper is asleep. It's past their working hours. I won't exploit them by asking them to work more than eight hours." Zoey did not believe a word he said. She doubted the security team at the entrance was only working for eight hours. They probably weren’t on shifts. She asked, "Are the bodyguards at the door off work yet?"

He laughed out loud freezing all of us from terror. “You all have survived for 48 hours, congratulations to all of you… Let’s see how long you all could make it.” He announced evilly from the speaker. The people around me looked at each other quietly, while one inhaled quietly, “48 hours…” Yes, 48 hours which meant two days had passed, and two men had been killed by this man, but the question remained all the time from the beginning till now, why did this man kidnap us? The average employee of the news firm, why? What will he get by torturing us here and keeping us here locked?