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Marcus nods, Jackson raises the whip swinging it again. "Need her moving." Marcus points above, he wants her hands above her, and her whole body accessible. Jackson nods, standing back as Marcus unfastens Anaya from the post, before tying her hands above her head. Marcus walks in looking around he grabs items and comes out, hand Demitri the crop he holds one himself. His finger pointing to her breast for Demitri as he nods at Jackson.

I stared back at the man who's still fast asleep and after I found a polo shirt that fits my entire body, I cursed myself a couple of times, quickly puts it on, and then sped off regardless of how my vulva is still aching. "Damn it all!" I cussed loudly while running like a mad child. I am Amanda Urduja. My life is filled with illegal work and lavishes, but I've never messed up a task this badly. This is the first time I've messed up; I swear.

I beg, having no courage to accept the fact that I'm about to die or this is real. “We're not pulling any pranks, Mr. Price—Mr. Andrews is not pulling any pranks,” “Mr. Andrews?” My eyes are as big as coins. “He's the one who told you to kidnap me?”. The masked man nods his head. “That pitiful fuckhead. I'm gonna kill him once I get out of here,” I rant, pacing around. “That is if you can,” he says. “This is a real manhunt game, Mr. Price. No health bars, no restart button, no power ups. Once these hunters get to you, you're dead.”

They both were starting back to college little did they know they weren't going to be alone mine and Daniel's cousins went to that college and had agreed to keep a close eye on them they were going to be so pissed off, but I didn't care I needed to know that they were safe at all times. I felt and looked like shit. I'd barely slept for twelve months and it was slowly creeping up on me. Daniel and I had a meeting today. Hopefully I could forget about the shit that was going on around me and get this deal over and done with. We were still trying to find out where Dread's body was, it had maracuracly disappeared from the Millers mansion we'd sweeper of he hadn't been burnt to ashes so where the

she said. A tall, brunette woman and a strong, muscular man stood there. The woman was dressed as a maid, along with all the other women, and the man was wearing a black chef uniform, like half of the men. They both looked at me with eyes of pity, but they seemed to warn me of Grandmama. I smiled at them, and they briefly smiled back, but then returned their gaze to Grandmama. For some reason, they looked worried. "Where is that child of yours!?" She said, aggravated.

“Good boy. That’s what I wanted to hear.” Daniel’s breath tore raggedly from his lungs. His fists clenched helplessly at his thighs and his body shook with need, with fury and with humiliation so sharp it felt like worship. “Your assignment remains the same,” Dr. Lawson said calmly, jotting a note. “Fourteen days. No release. But now, every night, before bed—you will kneel. You will imagine crawling to me and you will beg aloud, until you fall asleep aching.” Daniel’s head whipped up, eyes blazing with disbelief. “You want me to—every night—”

“We have no choice. If Aro has truly returned, this is the only place he could be consolidating his strength. He’s clever. He won’t strike in the open, not yet. But here… here he can manipulate the forces that dwell beyond our understanding.” Amelia’s stomach twisted. “And if we fail?” Ryan’s jaw tightened, the only answer a tense silence before he finally spoke. “Then we lose more than a battle. We lose everything we hold dear.” From the top of the broken stairs, a figure emerged, draped in robes black as midnight and embroidered with gold that shimmered faintly, as if alive. Aro stepped into the torchlight, his crimson eyes glinting with amusement as they locked on Amelia. The shadows arou

“Marcus. Let’s keep this brief.” He smirked. “Brief? We’ve had months of drama. What’s one more meeting?” Ethan stepped slightly forward, his presence a protective shield. “We’re here to ensure no one gets manipulated or harmed. That includes you.” Marcus’s smirk faltered slightly. “Protective, aren’t you, Mr. Navarro? Or are you just here to make sure she doesn’t slip under my control?” Ethan’s eyes didn’t waver. “Neither. We’re here to prevent chaos. That’s all.”

Marcus untied Ann and took her to the bed. He gestured to her to lay down on her back then left and returned back with a pair of brown ropes. "I'm gonna tie you now". Marcus said and Ann nodded in approval. She laid there, low and quiet, not making a move as she let him do as he pleased with her body. He lifted her left thigh up towards her chest, then brought her left hand below her knees before he bent it down upon her hand and wrapped the rope around them tightly. He did the same to her right hand and leg.

He reminds me of Uncle Craig, charismatic and bold—deceptively so. My fourth captor is smaller than the others and less confident. He stands to the side, shoulders hunched like he’s trying to shrink in on himself, but that doesn’t make him appear any smaller. His expression is bitter, a permanent scowl etched onto his face. Unlike the others, he isn’t looking at me, but at the fifth and final man in the room—almost as if searching for approval. Alexander Mancini is the man on whom I focus. XXX