Chapter 7
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I carefully ascended the basement stairs, making sure not to make any noise. Finally reaching the top and stepping into Darius' room, a sigh of relief escaped my lips upon discovering its emptiness and the unsettling silence that pervaded.
I walked over to the closed door, which led to an incredibly long hallway. All the lights were on.
My lips parted slightly in awe. What kind of place was this? It seemed like a palace; the endless white hallway fascinated me. There was no one in sight, so I quickly started to run.
As I reached the end of the hallway, preparing to turn, my eyes widened at the sight of two armed men with bullets strapped to their bodies. Quickly, I hid behind an expensive vase to avoid getting caught. I clamped my hand over my mouth to stifle any noise. My heart raced so fast due to overwhelming anxiety. I almost got caught.
Once the two men left, I cautiously emerged from my hiding spot and turned the corner. But as soon as I turned, I abruptly stopped and looked at a massive glass wall, offering a panoramic view of the vast ocean, and with small waves crashing onto the white sand. Though it was unclear if it was evening or dawn, the beauty of the scene captivated me.
"It's beautiful," I whispered, unable to contain my amazement. I hadn't realized that I was already smiling as I gazed at the expansive ocean.
My smile faded as I noticed men walking along the shoreline, also armed like the ones I had seen earlier.
"We're at a major loss! A major loss!"
Not too far from where I stood, an angry voice startled me. Driven by my curiosity, I cautiously walked towards the room from which the voice came.
The door was slightly ajar. I carefully peeked inside to see who was shouting.
My forehead creased in confusion as I observed the unfolding events within the room.
Seated on a sofa was a man in a business suit, looking extremely furious. I estimated his age to be around 50; he had a portly build and a stubbly beard on his cheeks. A lit cigarette hung from his lips, and a large gold necklace adorned his neck. Three unarmed men stood behind him, seemingly his men.
Larco and Darius stood confronting the man. Their faces remained hidden from my view as they were turned away, yet I could sense the tension in the room.
"If you can't eliminate those damn cops, then blow up the Police Station! Or better yet, capture one of their family members and decapitate them here on the island! Those kinds of cops need to receive a gruesome lesson to learn who they're up against!" the seated man exclaimed.
My eyes widened at the shocking words that reached my ears. Decapitate? Blow up the police station? Cops? Island?
A chill raced down my spine as my mind slowly connected the dots, revealing the dire situation I had stumbled into.
It dawned on me that I was situated on an island, but not just any island– one firmly under the control of a syndicate.Their conversation and intense anger toward the police made it clear that if they were to spot me and catch me, they would undoubtedly decapitate.
Oh my god!
A gasp escaped me, and I instinctively covered my mouth in shock before stealthily exiting the room without making a sound.
My escape plan crumbled, leaving me trembling with fear as I returned to the basement.
Upon entering the secret room, I hurriedly lay down on the soft bed and wrapped myself in the blanket. The dam holding back my tears burst, and I wept uncontrollably. The reality sank in – I had little chance of escape if I were here on this island surrounded by a syndicate.
Now I understood why I was kidnapped. I was here on the island as a hostage because of my father's and brothers' involvement in law enforcement.
I wanted to blame myself. If only I hadn't been so foolish and hadn't been deceived by Larco, maybe I wouldn't be in this situation. If only I had listened to my dad and my brothers, I probably wouldn't be in such a predicament. The blame rested squarely on my shoulders.
Amidst my crying, I didn't realize when I drifted off to sleep.
I snapped awake when I felt a tickle on my cheek, moving down to my neck as if something was crawling there.
I cautiously opened my eyes, only to be met with darkness, sending fear coursing through me.
Using my hand, I reached out to touch whatever was tickling my neck, but my fingers brushed against a human body. My eyes widened in alarm, but before I could react, a firm hand grabbed my arm, holding me in place.
"Don't get me mad." Darius warned, his voice sending a chill down my spine.
I remained frozen, and some of my fear subsided as I recognized his voice.
"What... what are you doing?" I managed to ask, my voice trembling.
"Don't ask questions, just lie down if you don't want to make me angry." There was a clear threat in his voice.
Before I could respond, I gasped as his warm mouth enveloped one of my breasts, while his hand caressed the other. I suddenly realized that I was already undressed.
"Please... please don't..." I stammered, biting my lip as his lips.
“Hmm...” I groaned, I couldn't help it. I could feel his hot breath tickling my skin.
A wave of heat washed over me, especially when he to explore my body, teasing my n****e with his tongue.
His hot tongue traced down my stomach and ventured between my thighs. I couldn't help but gasp in response.
I involuntarily arched my back as his tongue played with my femininity. I couldn't suppress the urge to tug at his long hair.
I worried that my reaction might trigger his anger, yet he seemed unfazed as he continued his actions with greater intensity. His skillful tongue traced along the contours of my womanhood before his lips closed around it, as if drawing out the essence that flowed.
"Ohhh!" I couldn't contain a loud moan as the overwhelming sensation washed over me.
I don't understand myself, but I like what he's doing. My body was responding in ways I hadn't expected.
"Do you want me to stop?" He asked, his voice hoarse.
"No, please... Don't stop!" I pleaded, my lower lip caught between my teeth.
"As you wish, babygirl. I'm easy to talk to." His warm breath softly caressed the sensitive area as he spoke. His position shifted until I felt his head situated between my thighs.
He gently parted my legs with his hands.
I gasped when he once again indulged in my femininity, his hands now hot against my breasts. I clutched the bedsheets tightly, closing my eyes to savor the pleasure he expertly delivered through his skilled tongue and nimble fingers.
"Oohh... It feels so good, sir," I uttered.
"Oh come on... babygirl, drop that 'sir’ of yours. I'm not that old for you to address me so formally." Darius chuckled. He withdrew from my womanhood, instead guiding his heated tongue upward, trailing from my belly to my neck.
"I'm going to be inside you now..." he whispered huskily into my ear.
Before I could question his intentions, his lips captured mine in a swift, passionate kiss, coinciding with his attempt to penetrate me with something hard.
I winced. I felt the pain.
Just as I was about to squirm, he swiftly held both of my arms and interlocked our fingers, pressing them against the top of my head.
I turned my face away from him, causing his lips to disconnect from mine.
"Stop... It hurts!" I sobbed, feeling as though I was breaking into a sweat despite the cold room.
"Come on, don't cry. We're just getting started," Darius' voice was husky, his words laden with desire.
I could still sense the hard object trying to force its way inside me.
"Please... it's too painful," I said forcefully, my voice quivering, as I tried to wrest my arms from his tight grip.
Darius audibly exhaled against my neck, his response a mixture of understanding and frustration.
"It's okay, just cry... The pain is only for a short time. You just need a little patience, baby girl," Darius assured, claiming my lips once again.
I continued my struggle, attempting to turn my face away, but he was relentless, persistently recapturing my lips, regardless of my efforts to evade him.
And just before Darius could fully enter, the bathroom door abruptly swung open, flooding the room with bright light.
"f**k!" Darius cursed, releasing my lips and turning his attention to the person who turned on the light. "What the f**k, Larco!"
An intense wave of anxiety hit me as I heard Darius' words. I quickly looked at the person who had turned on the light.
It was Larco, who had just stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped only in a white towel, another one resting on his shoulders to dry his wet hair. Water droplets glistened on his toned abdomen, tracing enticing paths down his body.
"Don't mind me, just continue. I'll join in shortly," Larco's tone was serious, his gaze unwavering.
I wasn't sure what he meant by his statement, but I felt a wave of embarrassment knowing that he had caught us in this compromising position. It seemed that he had been inside the bathroom all this time, probably taking a shower, and he most likely heard my loud moans earlier.
"It's been a long time, Larco. Wanna enter first?" Darius quipped, still keeping my arms restrained above my head and hovering over me.
"Yeah, sure," Larco replied and walked toward a white drawer before opening it.
Darius released his grip on my arms, swiftly distancing himself from me. Despite his movement, my gaze remained fixed, and my eyes widened as they landed on his erect manhood, fully erect and seemingly throbbing with anger, veins visible around it.
"Does he look handsome?" Darius playfully quipped, his tone noting my obvious distraction.
A rush of embarrassment flooded my cheeks, and I hurriedly averted my gaze. Pulling the white blanket, I draped it over my exposed body, then rolled onto my side, turning away from both of them.
"She's a virgin," Darius said.
"I know," Larco replied, his tone unaffected.
"Be nice to her. Be gentle, Larco."
"I'm sorry, but I think I can't."
Before I could fully comprehend what they were talking about, I felt the bed shift behind me, followed by the sudden yanking of the blanket that had concealed me.
Startled, I turned onto my back, only to find myself met with Larco's emotionless face.
"W-why?" I managed to stammer, my voice laced withapprehension.
But instead of answering me, Larco quickly grabbed both my arms and placed them above my head. My eyes widened as I saw the handcuffs in his hand.
Before I could resist, Larco swiftly restrained my hands and lifted them above my head. I struggled, but he was stronger. Using a gray necktie, he quickly secured my hands to the headboard of the bed.
"Why are you tying me up?" I questioned, my voice quivering, my attempts to free myself proving futile.
"Don't worry, I'll take it off later, but for now, I need to tie your hands for safety purposes. I don't want you to scratch me or accidentally hurt yourself," Larco answered.
I shook my head repeatedly and looked at Darius, almost as if pleading for help through my desperate gaze. But all I got from Darius was a single wink, as he now seemed to be simply watching Larco and me like an audience in a theater.
I could only feel Larco's presence shifting over me, accompanied by the rustling of the towel that concealed his body. He briefly scanned my entire form with his eyes before grinning at me.
“Here we go, let's get started the rough f*cking process, Ms.Gabriel!”
A surge of tears welled in my eyes as I suddenly felt the entry of Larco's large and rigid member inside me.
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