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—Archived'🕸️.
Kojiku felt herself sitting down on a wooden chair that harden around her ass cheeks with her sight only being pitch black from the black sheet that was thrown over her head.
She grunted in pain from the tight burning and bruised rope that tangled around both her wrists.
She started to smell the burning cigar in the distance with a light chuckle exiting out of her buyers mouth. And a rich scent of a mixture of male cologne with a hint of scotch surrounding her.
She thought to herself hoping what Kemo told her was true, that her buyer was going to let her escape without putting his hands on her.
"Untie her." The middle aged Italian man says to his two body guards that were surrounded in the small room they were in, clicking his fingers that landed on her.
Her hands finally untied, the sheet that laid over her head finally was off. She met eye's with him breathing heavily from the frightening yet devilish look he had upon himself.
"Bellissima." He says with the strong Italian accent he had.
"Hm?" Kojiku brought her glaze to him, watching the slow steps he took to stand In front of her. She was confused on what exactly he said that curled around his tongue.
His dark brown curls swept to the side partly styled from the gel that laid in his hair. The grey in his beard was the only thing that standed out, he was old so Kojiku had a chance to somewhat out run him when she escapes.
His old ness shown throughout his wrinkled cheek that caused Kojiku to gag to herself, she looked away from him dropping her eyes on the floor.
Her tells her to stand up sending a small rush of coldness hit her back as his hands stroked to the top of her naked shoulder, clearing her throat Kojiku moved his arms away standing up while he towered over her. "What do you want from me?" She say's.
"I brought you beautiful, don't ask questions. The names Richard." Richard say's walking away, Kojiku just stood there pulling her eyebrows together. Richard clicks his fingers together indicating her to come her way.
She picks her feet up from the spot she stayed glued in following behind Richard, she looks behind meeting eyes with one of his bodyguards. She was uncomfortable in the moment and couldn't do anything. "Where are we going?"
"Your friend Kemo tell's me you need a fake ID. Don't worry, I won't torture you or treat you like a sex slave. Kemo pay's good, unlike that bitch Mya." Richard say's, kojiku's attention fell of him hearing small whimpers from the rooms she's walked by. "Don't worry about them, keep walking."
