WURAOLA

FIFTY FOUR

Warning; Nonconsensual/forced sex and death.

Vin laid nude in her king sized bed in the large room and Miranda grinned, her gaze dropping to his unexcited member. She slowly shrugged her dress off.

Vin noticed that two men were stationed outside the room. Two more men were stationed outside the door that led to the basement -where Wura was. The basement was hidden in plain sight.

He glanced around the room in search of a weapon. However, he wasn't given much time as Miranda straddled him, not a piece of clothing on her body. Her breasts cupped in her hands and a sultry smile on her face.

He froze in place as she took his length in her hand, trying her possible best to get him hand and it worked but only because Vince had his eyes closed. She slipped him into her core and Vince laid stiff. He blocked out she sound of her screams. The sound of her voice screaming Gianni and Tino's name.
It only forced his hate for them to grow. Her hands touched his chest and pinched his nipples.

Vince's eyes opened and the blue eyed woman had her eyes closed in the throes of pleasure. His shaking hands slipped up her body and she smiled, relaxing into his touch and arching her back as she rolled her hips.

His large hand moved up to her neck and she gasped when he gripped her neck. Not the sides but the top, cutting off her breathing flow.

His unrepentant eyes stared into hers and before she could cry out for help, his other hand dug into the sides of her mouth harshly.

Her blue eyes pled for mercy but he only felt joy as the light left her eyes and not a sound from her lips. Flinging her dead body off him, he walked around the room in search for a weapon.

He stepped into her closet and searched around, knowing that she would have at least one gun somewhere. Fortunately, he managed to find a couple of guns hidden in the back of her closet. Unnecessarily red but they worked anyways.

He pulled his pants back on and shoveled two guns into his pocket, taking the two others in his hands. Only one had a silencer on.

With an exhale, he glanced at Miranda who was lying in the unmade bed. Holding the gun up to her head, he pressed the trigger.

He knocked the door and he could hear shuffling behind the door. He only prayed that even if he was going to die, God wouldn't take him when he still needed to protect Wuraola.

Walking behind the door, the bald men barged in, unaware that he was behind them. In two clean shots, both men felt to the ground with holes in the back of their heads.

Vince missed the feeling. The thrill. The satisfaction of watching blood flow and a person slowly lose their life.

He walked around the house first, making sure there was no other men around and he ran into four more men in the kitchen -smoking and laughing. They seemed drunk.

When he shot the first two who had their backs facing him, the other two hadn't noticed. He hoped he would get to all of them unnoticed so that the two men in the basement wouldn't hear him.

"What the-" the short blond male had a bullet in between his eyes before he could speak and when his partner noticed, he was about to alert the others before Vince shot him.

The shirtless Vince stood and exhaled, a chuckle escaped his lips. It was all too easy for him to walk down the basement and kill the two sleeping men. He didn't have to use a silencer.

He walked into the locked cell where Wura was waiting. She hadn't touched the food, patiently waiting for Vin.

"Bambino?" His voice startled her and she squealed lightly but she smiled when she saw who it was.

"Are you okay?"

"Si. Let's go home" he winked at her and shot the padlock on the door. He helped her up and Wura couldn't help but wonder if this was really the end.

Tino and Gianni didn't come to save her like she expected -like she dreamed.

Alright. That's four chapters! I might put up one more if I'm not stuck in the kitchen for the rest of the day 😭😭
Anyways! It's 2021 tomorrow. Why do I not feel excited? I only pray it's better than 2020 cause we lost too much this year.
Enjoy!
-Aduke 🌹