Chapter 6
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I had lost track of the hours spent crying and struggling against the restraints, hoping to free myself, yet all that enveloped me was the sensation of pain coursing through my body. Tears had accompanied me into slumber, and upon awakening, I was still tied up. I could feel the soreness in my wrists from being bound. My body's plea echoed with a pang of hunger and thirst. My drenched clothes sent shivers of coldness down my spine.
I quickly lifted my head when I heard the sound of footsteps descending the stairs. Hope flickering within me as my gaze settled on a man clad in a simple t-shirt and worn denim shorts. A bottle of mineral water dangled from his grasp, his lengthy gray hair was tied back. It was him, Darius.
"Thirsty or famished?" he inquired with a grin, drawing nearer while opening the bottle of mineral water.
"I... I'm thirsty.” I barely heard my own voice.
"Here, take a drink.” Darius extended the water towards me, and I drank eagerly, consuming the liquid as though a famished animal.
"Be careful. Choking on water hurts," Darius chuckled, his fingers gliding through my hair as I quenched my thirst. Under his touch, it felt as if I were a parched pup receiving care from him.
After draining the last drop, Darius disposed of the empty bottle in the trash can.
"So, how's the path you've chosen, baby girl?" he murmured softly from behind.
"P-Please...just let me go from here. I'll do whatever you want, just release me from this basement. I'm scared to be alone here," I pleaded.
"Sure. I'm easy to talk to," Darius responded. Suddenly, a sensation of slackening restraints encircled my wrists.
A sense of burden lifting washed over me as the chair's grip on me finally released.
Rising from my seat, I nearly stumbled, saved only by Darius's firm grasp around my waist.
I lifted my gaze to meet his eyes. "You want my body, don't you? I'll give it to you, just don't keep me locked up here."
I noticed a discernible gulp from him, his arms still wrapped around my waist.
"When I get addicted to something, I don't stop until I'm satisfied. I'm also wild when it comes to s*x, so you better prepare yourself for that, baby girl."
Swallowing hard, I found myself at a loss for words, opting to divert my gaze instead.
“Tsk. I'm talking to you, yet you persistently evade me." I startled as Darius abruptly gripped my chin, redirecting my face towards his. "Once I claim you, refrain from shedding tears in front of me. If you cry, I won't hesitate to kill you. I hate weak women. I hate tears. Never forget this, or you may meet your demise by my own hand. Do you understand?" His gentle face from earlier turned into a fierce expression.
Overwhelmed with terror, I managed a quivering nod. Accompanying that nod was his swift capture of my lips.
Surprised gasps escaped me, and he took advantage of it to boldly explored my mouth with his audacious tongue.
Every kiss exuded dominance and intensity, as if he were a ravenous tiger. My lips throbbed from the pressure of his burning embrace.
When I didn't respond, he withdrew, scrutinizing me intently.
"Respond to my kiss, I'm ordering you." His words resonated like an ominous ultimatum.
Unthinkingly, I complied with a nod.
Darius reclaimed my lips once more. As before, his kiss was aggressive, but over time, it became slower and more careful.
An unexpected warmth enveloped me, coursing through my veins.
Lacking any experience, I stumbled through the unfamiliarity of the kiss. Nevertheless, I soon found myself responding to him.
Amid his fervent kiss, one of his hands explored my body, while the other clutched my waist securely. A moan escaped as he squeezed my protruding chest.
Breaking from the kiss, I struggled to catch my breath. His gaze bore into me, his eyes filled with intense desire.
Hastily, I averted my eyes, unable to hold his gaze. I felt a sudden rush of awakening and embarrassment over my response to his kiss.
"If you're still uncertain about your choice, you can still back out. Because once I take you into that room, I assure you that you can't go back even if you cry blood in front of me,” his words brushed against my ear, sending a shiver racing down my spine.
No, I can't be scared. I can't let fear control me! I have to fight the fear in my body to survive. Darius is much better compared to Larco, who was ruthless and aggressive towards a defenseless woman.
Raising my gaze to meet Darius's intense stare, his gray eyes seem to sear into my very being.
"I..." Swallowing hard, I found my voice. " "I'm willing to give you myself, but please, spare my life..."
A sliver of a grin tugged at the corner of Darius's lips, unveiling his flawless, white teeth. In fairness, he looked like an angel fallen from the heavens when he smiled. Yet, the awareness of the lurking demon within, both in him and Larco, is unwavering. If I was deceived by Larco's appearance when I first saw him in the cafeteria, I wouldn't be fooled now by the mere handsomeness of either of them.
"Yeah, sure. Deal." Darius briskly took hold of my arm, guiding me towards a specific section of the basement wall.
Baffled, I couldn't help but stare at the solid wall before me. A curtain of confusion descending over my thoughts.
"Code 01101996, please open the f*****g door!" Darius spoke to the wall.
To my surprise, the wall opened effortlessly like a door, revealing a spacious and luxurious room, my lips slightly parted in awe. I had no idea such a secret room existed in the basement; its vastness and beauty amazed me.
I snapped out of my daze as Darius pulled me into the room. The wall closed behind us, returning to its original state.
He turned to face me, and out of reflex, I slightly lowered my head, offering a subtle bow.
"Do you want to take a shower first, hmmm?" Darius whispered softly into my ear, his fingers brushing against my lips, causing me to flinch at his touch.
Nodding without much thought, I agreed to his suggestion.
“But maybe it's better if we take a bath together," he suggested with a chilling undertone that made me shiver; I knew he wasn't joking.
"B-But, I'm not used to bathing with someone else,” I stammered nervously.
Darius let out a chilling laugh as he firmly held my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze.
"I don't care. Remember what I told you? Once you're in my room, there's no turning back, and I'll do whatever I want with you!"
He pulled my arm, revealing a hidden door, and led me into an enormous bathroom. It had a glass-enclosed shower in one corner, a bathtub beside it, and a large jacuzzi in another corner, seemingly fit for multiple people.
Before I could fully take in the sight, Darius guided me into the shower room, turning on the water before turning his attention back to me. As he leaned in for a kiss, I instinctively turned my face away.
"Just go along with what I want to avoid getting hurt, baby girl. Don't worry; I'll be gentle with you," Darius whispered seductively into my ear, nuzzling the side of my neck.
Both of us stood drenched beneath the shower, my head hung low as I remained frozen in place. Doubt gnawed at me, unsure if my choice was right, and nervousness coursed through my veins. I had no experience with things like this.
His audacious hand ventured beneath my t-shirt, and a gasp escaped me as he made contact with my slightly protruding chest. A stifled moan involuntarily slipped past my lips, and when I dared to meet his gaze, a knowing smirk played on his lips.
"That's right, baby girl. Just moan and moan and moan," Darius whispered again. Before I could avert my gaze, he deftly took hold of my chin, claiming my lips in another swift motion.
This time, his kiss didn't startle me. I stood there like a robot, letting him suck on my lips. I fought against responding to his brazen kiss, his fingers firmly gripping my chin while his arm encircled my waist, pulling me nearer to him. His eyes were shut, seemingly lost in the intensity of the moment.
When he felt that I wasn't responding, he released my lips and looked at me.
"What's wrong? Are you pretending you don't want my kiss?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance at my lack of response.
A surge of fear washed over me, seeing his annoyance.
No! This can't happen! I can't afford to incite his wrath; it could escalate the situation. This is my last chance.
"Well, do you want me to put you back in restraints—"
I didn't allow him to conclude his sentence. Swiftly, I leaned in, my arms winding around his neck as I pressed my lips onto his. Clueless about kissing, I simply shut my eyes, maintaining the connection of our lips.
I felt him momentarily freeze in response to my unexpected move, but soon he responded. He nibbled at the corner of my lip, evoking a soft gasp from me. When my lips parted in surprise, he seized the opportunity, his daring tongue sliding inside.
I felt a sudden rush of warmth through my body as our kiss intensified, and before I knew it, I began to respond. The scent of his minty breath tickled my nose, reminiscent of menthol candy.
As his tongue entwined with mine, he sucked on it eagerly, another suppressed moan escaped me. His arm remained securely wrapped around my waist, while his other hand continued its explorations, tracing and caressing my body. Every gentle press against my breast drew a muffled moan from my lips.
A sense of daze settled upon me when he suddenly broke our kiss. He looked at me, his eyes filled with desire.
"I can't resist any longer," he whispered, his voice a murmur, and his hand moved toward my pants, swiftly unzipping them. A gasp escaped me as his hand slipped inside, warmth flooding through me as his touch brushed against my most intimate feminity. I bit my lip, striving to suppress any further moans. I couldn't understand myself, but a strange sensation of pleasure was beginning to mingle with the daring touch.
His gaze remained fixed on my face, meticulously observing my reactions.
"Ouch! T-that's painful," I exclaimed as his finger attempted to enter.
Instantly, he halted, his expression shifting. "Oh, I'm sorry. Did I startle you?" he inquired, a mischievous grin curving his lips. In that moment, he resembled an angel with his captivating smile. Swiftly, he withdrew his hand from inside my pants.
I thought he was done, but I was taken aback when he suddenly knelt before me, swiftly removing my pants, leaving me in just my underwear.
However, our abrupt moment was interrupted by a blaring emergency alarm that reverberated throughout the room.
"Code blue! Code blue! Emergency! Emergency!" the alarm's urgent announcement pierced the air.
"Damn it!" Darius cursed, promptly rising and giving me a hurried glance. "I'll be right back, don't go outside."
Before I could even reply, he turned and rushed out of the bathroom.
Left alone, I felt as though I had snapped out of a trance, a wave of embarrassment washing over me as the reality of the situation hit.
It was undeniably humiliating. I had nearly lost myself entirely, oblivious to the potency of a kiss's effect. It was incredibly arousing, and it was difficult to control.
Feeling flustered and anxious, I quickly stripped off my soaking clothes. I hurriedly took a shower, using the soaps and shampoos available. I didn't even care about brushing my teeth. Once I was done, I wrapped myself in the white bathrobe hanging inside the bathroom and grabbed a white towel to wrap around my wet hair. I emerged from the bathroom.
A relieved sigh escaped me as I found no one waiting. No Darius, no Larco—just me alone in the room.
My gaze shifted to the wall, and I hastened towards it. I remembered the code Darius had mentioned earlier. "Code 01101996 please open the door," I uttered to the wall.
Yet, contrary to my expectations, the door remained stubbornly shut even after more than two minutes. The wall remained still, unyielding.
Despite my scowl and repeated attempts, the door stubbornly refused to open. My frustration escalated, and I couldn't help but feel like crying or stomping my feet in annoyance.
No! I needed to get out of this room to escape and seek help.
"Code 01101996, please open the door!" I shouted, pounding my fist against the wall in frustration, only to wince at the pain it caused.
Tears welled up in my eyes as the door remained resolute, refusing to budge.
"Code 01101996, please open the f*****g door!" I exclaimed.
To my surprise, the door slowly started to open, as if a ray of light had finally shone upon me. Apparently, adding "f*****g" did the trick. I couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle amidst my frustration. I swiftly wiped away the tears from my cheek using my hand and hastily left the secret room.
Finally, an opportunity to escape. I could go home.
Yet, I couldn't help but worry about the possibility of getting caught. I knew I would be in serious trouble if that happened.
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