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I forced myself to stay calm though. I unclenched my fists and stopped gritting my teeth and gave him my most flattering smile, even as my insides churned with disgust. Maintaining this facade was exhausting. but I knew I had to play along if wanted my plan to succeed. Dylan's warnings echoed in my mind any misstep could mean my life. So I plastered on a sweet, demure expression, no matter how much it made me want to vomit.

Tavon's mouth curled up slightly into a malicious smile. His roaming hands rested on the swell of my butt and he pressed weakly as he turned to Dylan, "Kid, you always know what I like." Dylan nodded with a satisfied smile, his eyes filled with triumph. "Uncle, your satisfaction is always my greatest joy."

A shiver ran down my spine at Dylan's words. His sycophantic devotion to this vile man was utterly revolting. How could he be so eager, so proud, to serve Tavon's depraved desires? I felt a flicker of doubt - was going along with this really worth debasing myself to such depths? But I quickly pushed it aside. I had already come too far to back out now.

I remained on my feet, my hands around the old man's shoulders just as he had instructed while he and Dylan chatted about stupid things. All the while, Tavon's creepy hands were either sliding into the loose skirt of the dress I had on and rubbing my bare butt or it was creeping in the front side of the dress and rubbing my stomach.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

Once in a while, whenever Tavon had his head down as he scooped food into his mouth, Dylan would pass me a glare and order me to smile with just a look.

I was repulsed at both of them, their personalities and every little thing I've managed to discover about them but I just had to suck it up. Swallowing hard, I maintained my sickly-sweet expression, no matter how much bile rose in my throat.

It will be worth it, the end result will be worth my time and efforts and sacrifices, I convinced myself so I smiled sweetly at Dylan.

After dinner - where I had only a few spoons of the meal because Tavon thought it was romantic for the spoon he had inserted in his disgusting mouth to go into my own mouth as he spoon-fed me.

I was still giving myself a pat on the back for not throwing up in his face.

I watched Dylan's back as he exited the mansion, full of himself that he had been able to please Tavon.

Before Dylan left, he had moved closer to me and threw me a warning look, reminding me of his warning.

On the way to Tavon's residence, he had abruptly grabbed my neck, causing my heart to flip over in fright as he whispered close to my ear, "Don't even think of telling Tavon about my secret," I choked and weakly pulled at his hands as he pressed my neck harder, "Don't try it. Those who try to betray me only have one way to go, death. Luigi should be an example."

I nodded my head vigorously until he released his hold on my neck and placed a kiss on my cheeks, Good girl."

"Sydney," Tavon's hoarse low voice interrupted my thoughts, "I hope you can satisfy me," he asked with a smile that did nothing but creeped me out.

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I bit my lower lip and forced myself to smile, "I will, godfather. It's the only reason I'm here."

If the stupid uncle hadn't been so blinded by his perverseness, maybe he would have seen that Dylan was nothing but the fake version of Lucas that he was.

My skin crawled when he smiled again and ordered me to follow him.

I had to walk slowly so I wouldn't get ahead of him since he was the one leading. I shook my head in disgust as I wondered how a man this old would still be this perverse. Shouldn't he be preparing for his looming death and spend his last days doing good?

He stopped before a room and nodded toward the door, asking me to step in before him. I pressed down on the door knob and opened the door.

The room was dark. I heard the door to the room close and then the click of a switch being turned on before neon blue lights flickered into the room, lighting up the whole place.

What the hell what have I gotten myself into?

My heartbeats accelerated as my eyes settled on the items in the room. There were all sorts of torture devices neatly arranged on all sides of the room. I could tell that they were torture devices not because I was farmiliar with them but because they looked like pain.