DESTINED

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 5

For the life of her, Imogen couldn't believe how cold and unfeeling these men were. Like they just watched a man die, one of them killed this man and neither of them seemed fazed by it at all.

She was freaking out. The last week had taken its toll on Imogen. She was finding it hard to take it all in. "Honey? Would you like something to drink?" Elle asked her now. She was freaking out...

"No... I... I want to go... Could you please call me a cab?" She asked. Her body was shaking.

The ordeal of suffering at the mere notion that she would have had sex with a Carlton tonight... Because Carlton was relentless. He was going to fuck her up, said he would not only kill Sachiel, he would do unimaginable things to her. He was going to let a whole heap of men have their way with her had she not given in.

He was not lying...

Hariot came into her room and explained to her what the outcome was going to be. Told her if she didn't do as she was told, she would be forced to do it and it wouldn't be in a nice way.

Said that her life took some adjusting to being an escort but she took on the role and was glad she did. She told Imogen to just get on with it, that the first job was the hardest.

Imogen was shaking so bad when she was being forced to dress for the night. Carlton told her that if she behaved tonight and did as she was told, he might forgive her and not make her life hard.

She dressed and did what she thought she needed to do, she was buying time until she found a way to escape. Security was so tight on the inside.

Then three of the world's cockiest men walk in like nothing was amiss and did what they did. She felt extremely uncomfortable sitting here with the men. She was happy that Elle was there.

"Okay..." Elle nodded her head and pulled out her phone to call her a cab.

"Elle, put it down." The man who she identified from the pictures said that. Elle shook her head.

"Moses..."

"It's for everybody's own safety." He said eyeing her out.

"She clearly doesn't want to be here." Elle was not letting up.

"All good Elle. She'll stay. Until we get it sorted." And that was Sachiel. The cockiest of the lot. She wanted to attack the jerk for being so unfeeling.

Imogen wanted out of the dress. She needed to change. She felt choked up.

"So, are we good to go?" Ishmael asked as he stood up.

"Spend the night. It's late."

"Can't do that... You know... The wife."

Moses nodded his head. Ishmael smacked Sachiel on the back before he left.

"I... I don't have my things. I need to get my things. I need clothes. I don't have any clothes" She finally found her voice.

"Yeah, we can all see that." Sachiel was deliberately being nasty. Imogen drew in a deep breath.

"I can give you something. Look, I'll show you to your room. You can have a shower and change." Imogen didn't care at this point. She was cold, she was scared and she was nervous. Did they want her here to kill her because she knew too much?

She followed Elle inside. This place was something amazing. It looked like a fort, like nobody was getting near this place. It was fully state of the art everything. Full on criminal shit happening right here.