" she screamed again, kicking and

, tied my wrists together with a length of rop

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nt, my companion was passed out, her body crumpled like a rag doll across Yannis's back, mouth open, a long string of spittle dripping from he

watching on with a wicked

d, his voice booming loud in the marble lobby. "Come on," he

, chained hand and foot, with a handkerchief in my mouth, unable to talk or move. Holy

lder, with no sense of direction, a blindfold tied over my face. But it seemed like hours because there were

ng into a little room, my rump bouncing up

d my lips to scream but it was too late for the door slammed behind me and my horrified cry was absorbed by the walls, no one lis

by their brains when we spoke earlier today by the pool. Plus, when you're assaulted you're required to fight back swiftly and fiercely, else the probability of getting out alive just narrows. Of course, I

a deep burgundy hue that you could burrow into. In fact, the sofa that I sat on now was a velvety purple velvet, like a gigantic marshmallow, only wine-colored and poofy. There

d upon a chamber of sorts, the lens shifting and readjusting until eventually coming into focus. There was a person standing on a slightly elevated dais, entirely clothed in a long, mi

y, our first parcel for the night. Article Twenty is twenty-two years old, from

I'd ever seen. Red hair coiled around a face as precious as an angel, the glossy tresses reaching nearly to her butt, and huge brown eye