I love torture

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CHAPTER 2: I LOVE TORTURE

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Willow found herself locked in one of the Blackhood syndicates hideouts. She was in pain, hurt, guilty and heartbroken that she left her poor baby at the mercies of wolves. I am sorry, Winter. I had no choice but to leave you. Its for your own safety. She thought with tears streaming down her paleface. She wiped her tears quickly as she heard footsteps approaching her current prison. The large metal door creaked open and a black mamba with a diamond collar connected to a black leash crawled through. A young woman in a black lace V-necked mermaid gown and a black fascinator walked in with three pale looking rogues. Even though it was dark, Willow could see the mischievous and annoying face.

Nice to meet you, demon c**t. I hope my boys weren't too rough. They are well known for harming my packages before I get to them. Well, I care less. It was Esmeralda Luxton. The smell of her lavender perfume filled the room. Willow was disgusted by the scent but she had no choice but to endure.

If you dont have anything else doing, please leave. I cant stand your stench. Willow was straight with her words. Before Esmeralda could say anything else, two more rogues entered the room with torturing equipment. Whips, tasers, knives, and sedatives of all kinds were placed on the table at the far-right corner of the room.

Where is the baby? Esmeralda asked Willow after examining her. Are you deaf or stupid? Where the hell is the brat, you were carrying in your womb? it was clear to her that Willow was ignoring her. Esmeralda grabbed her victims hair and slapped her hard. She fell with a thud. Esmeralda turned to the rogues in the room and told them,

I want you to break her. Get the information I need. Don't disappoint me" with a smirk on her face she left the room. whips kept hitting her back repeatedly but she didn't even flinch. They used all sorts of weapons on her but she would heal quickly. The rogues were astonished. 'What kind of creature is she? A real shame she is a victim. Well, we have orders.' A rogue blurted out and Willow sighed. Even though it was painful, it was the truth. she tried to pull herself up but the pain of losing her child weighed her down. just then, Esmeralda entered the room sending complete silence. She looked at the depressed woman and was shocked to see that not even the tiniest scratch was made. She went even paler when she saw the torture equipment covered in blood. It was as if she was never tortured. Willow could hear Esmeralda's heart racing wildly in her chest. She took a deep breath and chuckled darkly. Willow sensed that the crazy Luna was up to mischief again. A few seconds later, the door creaked open and a tall very muscular rogue entered the room.

" I am very glad you came, Dan. I've got a lovely surprise for you. Look over there." She said pointing at Willow. Dan immediately got the message and nodded. She signaled all the other rogues to leave the room as she also left. With an evil smirk on her face, she turned to Willow and winked, mouthing the word, 'Enjoy'. Dan turned to Willow as his amber eyes scanned her body. From her raven black hair, pale but flawless dark brown skin, dark grey eyes, round breasts, perfect curves, and sweet caramel scent. He carried the helpless and heartbroken woman and threw her on the bed that was at the far corner of the room. He stalked closer to her and stood over her . Licking his lips, he began to unbutton his shirt. To his surprise, she stopped him. " Let me do the honors." She said seductively. Her eyes gleamed as she was in need of pleasure. She pulled him onto the bed and straddled him whiles unbuttoned his shirt. She took it off and rubbed her hands all over his torso. moans resonated in the room and they were all from Dan. She touched him all over until she reached his lower abdomen. She could feel 'Him' bulging but it didn't seem to bother her. She slowly removed his trousers and leaned forward. She was clearly enjoying this torture. She got up and told Dan to get up and lie on his belly. He found himself obeying her. she massaged his back and played with his chocolate brown hair. She kissed his nape and he quivered. He turned with obvious shock. she quickly captured his lips and started teasing him. he was taken aback but responded. She was in control. He ripped his undergarments and turned over so Willow was under him. She was already wet giving him less pressure. He rubbed his hard-rock member against her s*x and she moaned. He slowly entered her causing her to gasp for air. Their bodies moved in unison as pleasure occupied their bodies and minds. he cummed inside her and she cummed as well. But that didn't stop her from getting back on top of him. She gave him ultimate pleasure and for the longest time too. 'This woman has set a new record.' He thought. Most of his victims died even before he came the first time but he came five times within the span of twelve hours.

"Uggh! Where the hell is he? He should have been out by now. What is taking him so long?" Esmeralda groaned impatiently. She was about to knock the door, when Dan stepped out completely drenched in sweat. He was panting as if he ran a marathon. The look on his face told her that she was no where near broken. Esmeralda pushed him aside and found an excited Willow squealing. Disbelief drained the blood from the Luna's face. Willow smirked mischievously and her attacker's stomach churned.

" You see, this is the reason why no one can break me. I love torture. Whether it's you torturing me r me torturing you. I can't help it. I am a sadomasochist. But seriously this is the bet torture session I've ever had. bye!" she said pushing a shocked Esmeralda out of the room. Dan came back with Sylvia Wickner. Her short brown hair complimented her pale skin. Her coffee brown eyes glowed with mischief. She was wearing the same dress as her friend ad partner. She turned to Dan and assured him that he could come anytime.

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