Without a ban

Alexa

“I’m sure you’ve been dreaming of killing us and getting revenge for everything, haven’t you?” Tod asked me as he lifted my head after two hours of mocking me and my body. They tied me naked with rope from neck to toe and threw me down on the cold, cement floor.

I couldn’t even move, my body was numb from the vise and the blows. My skin was covered with bruises, my insides were humming. I didn’t have the strength to answer him.

“Silence is a sign of agreement,” Trevor answered for me, blowing cigarette smoke in my face.

“I hate you so much! – was the only thing I could say, because my voice was hoarse from the loud, and in some ways not even human, moans and screams.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

– At least we got to enjoy you and your pussy to the fullest. You know, you were moaning so passionately while we were fucking you in all your slits, you even seemed to enjoy it for a moment,” Tod spoke up as he leaned over me.

“You got yours, let me go, please,” I begged. I begged, I pleaded, because I knew what monsters I was in the clutches of. I realized every minute while they were abusing me… While they were raping not only my body, but my soul as well.

“No, it’s not enough, Alex,” Trevor answered.

“I have a lot of money! I can pay you well.”

“We don’t doubt that, but the other payment will suit us much better,” Tod replied as he ran his palms over my bare thigh.

“You’ll have something to write about in your next book from personal experience,” Trevor said as he grabbed my hair and pulled my head toward him, forcing me to look into his lustful eyes.

Their stunning looks do nothing to match their rotten image inside.

What a fool I am!

“Babe, how about another round?”Todd asked, starting to unzip the fly on his pants.

It was my stranger who saved me from falling, but made me fall so low I’d rather have fallen off the stage then. Even if they let me live, I would be dead.

I will not be the same old Alexa – fatal, immoral, I will be broken and depressed. Perhaps this is my redemption?

“I want her again,” he turned to Trevor, putting the knife to my lips, making a small cut from which a drop of blood flowed.

Then the knife went down my neck, barely touching my carotid artery.

I was silent and breathing very hard.

“She’s afraid of us, our cocky bitch,” he turned to Trevor.

“Isn’t that what you wanted, brother?”

“That’s exactly what I wanted. So what should we do with her?”

“I think,” Trevor began to say, slapping my ass painfully with his palm.

But I didn’t scream out in pain.

“We’ll have to get rid of her. Even though she’s not a journalist, there’s no guarantee she won’t turn us in after what happened.”

“You’re right,” Todd replied as he leaned the knife against my stomach.

“But I’ll fuck her one more time first,” he dropped the knife and flipped me sharply onto my stomach.

Arthur

It’s been almost 24 hours and Alex still hasn’t come online. Shit! What had happened? I couldn’t find myself thinking of the most horrible possibilities.

I’m sure she had a lot of envious people.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I called her again.

The caller is not available.

I’m at her house, trying to comfort little Rudy, who cries constantly and keeps asking about Alex.

“Where’s Mommy, Uncle Arthur? When is she coming?”

“Rudy, she’s busy, but she’ll definitely be back as soon as she’s done with her business.”

Did I believe what I was told?

“It’s nine o’clock, it’s time for Rudy to go to bed,” Nanny turned to me.

I didn’t want to let him go, because I knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep anyway until Alex kissed him before he went to bed. He loves her so much, his non-biological, but who has become his birth mother.

“Okay,” I agreed, and gave the baby to Annette.

“Good night, baby,” I wished him as they went up to his room.

I sat in the living room, trying to call Alex over and over again.

Shit! Shit!” I jumped up from the couch and ran up the stairs to the second floor.

Why hadn’t I thought to read the rest of her note?

Maybe that had something to do with her disappearance. – I thought, and began to turn over everything on Alex’s desk, when I ran into the office.

Here it is!

“Good thing she didn’t destroy it,” I thought, and started reading it again.

“I told you that our communication would depend on me alone.

I have hundreds of thousands of questions for you, but the main one I want to ask you when we meet in person. I’m sure you don’t mind. Because you have a lot of questions for me, too, and you want answers to them. I want to see you at 20 Park Avenue, Suite 10 at 9:00 p. m.

P. S.

I’m sure you’re thinking of me! August is a hot month, but I’m sure it will be hotter with you. Sleep on the letter as soon as you read it.”

Who’s the creep who kidnapped Alex?

Clearly, for a reason, he asked me to burn the note so it wouldn’t be found.

“No, I have to go after her right away,” I thought as I walked out of the office and downstairs.

It’s a good thing Alex’s driver is always there.

“Can you take me to this address, Ronon? – asked the man as he approached him.

“Yes, mister, get in.”

I got in the car, got in the front seat, and we drove off.

I hoped to get there before the freak did something to her. But I knew it had been more than twenty-four hours, and I might already be too late