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~Macy's POV~ Both my wrists were bound in handcuffs, the cold metal biting into my skin, held right above my head at the headboard of my uncle’s bed. I was completely stripped of any clothes, leaving my body bare, exposed, and vulnerable for his viewing pleasure, as he stood inches away in front of the bedframe….stark naked, while his hand jerked off on his throbbing, erect dick.

Harlow’s words are cut off by a man who stands in front of us, “Alessandro and Harlow.” We hold the man at gunpoint. He orders, “Put the guns down.” We didn't budge until he held up his phone, it had a picture of Amber handcuffed to the wall, and her feet shackled to the ground. “You’ve got two hours to hunt down the location. If you fail, every second that you waste will cost one of her fingers,” the man says before shooting himself.

"Yes sir" Half an hour later, I'm lounging back in a chair while Manno sets the guy up. Chains are dangling from the ceiling and others are on the floor. He hangs the guy up, binding his arms and legs. Once he's done, he steps back and appreciates his handiwork. "Why the fuck is he so heavy?" "Wake him up"

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manik trust m14 so much and they are too loyal towards their master. So they have gone to have their lunch and that time manik got the message that team have been killed but the leader was alive still so he ordered his men to take him to the torture room. He was already shoted. His whole body was bleeding and filled with bullets but he still has breathes. If he get the treatment he could recover. " Who have given you the password of my device" Manik asked pressing his wound with his shoe heels. " Firstly promise me you will give me treatment!" He demanded being evil.

"Get this in ur thick head ..... That she wanted to die and u didn't see it but I have felt she was living like a breathing dead body ...... I gave her peace, just accept it and stop ur madness ..... Get a closure with it" "U won't understand me, right ...... Fine, I will make it easy for you to understand ..... Munna arrange two well built men, now" Manik's brows arched in confusion, is he planning to beat him ? If that's the case then he is less worried but he can feel it's more than this. "Work is done ..... They are at ur service .... Just give ur order" Munna said proudly just after arranging two well built muscular men. "There is a girl of 5'3 inches, fair, chubby and she must be roam

He was wearing a translucent plastic apron over a black undershirt, his arms bare and slick with something dark and steaming. He was standing over a table. A man was clamped down, alive, his eyes bulging behind a thick strip of duct tape. Marcus was holding a bone saw. He was halfway through the man’s thigh, the rhythmic grind of the metal against bone sending a spray of vibrant, hot crimson across a massive white canvas leaning against the wall.

He had planned to drag my body off as proof to our father. I quickly snatched up both and got to work. I fastened the manacles to his ankles after locating his keys, a humming rock, and all of his weapons from his personal belongings. After I finished that I tied his arms together from wrist to elbow above his head and to the tree just beside his. He would be forced to stay in this position until I released him. I grabbed up all of his supplies and dumped the fifteen feet away behind a stand of trees, just out of his eyesight.

I laid on the cold marble tiles as I waited my defeat. "Samantha!"We turned towards the voice. Manuel was standing at the foot of the staircase gloriously shirtless with his exposed ripped body and vibrating biceps.I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

“Get her in!” I was cloaked in confusion and in fear as they dragged me inside the van which drove away immediately. I wouldn’t dare to say a word again because I knew if I did, either a stab of knife or a bullet would kill me. I secretly took a glance to the man on my right side which I had come to know as Thalem. Although the only light inside was coming from the small monitor near the steering wheel, I could barely see his face. He seemed upset as he was sitting beside me inside the van. His right hand on his creased forehead while his left held a gun on his lap.