Curry Munching with the French Boy

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After orgasming, not once, but twice from Devin's relentless fingers, we finally managed to get home, and back into Devin's apartment. I was staying over one more night and would go home the next day after school. That weekend had been, by far, the best days of my life and I couldn't imagine anything better than sex with Devin Ford.

It was dinner time and he had decided that we would be going out some place fancy. I let him go first in the shower and was busy flipping through boring TV programs. There was a knock at the door and I got up to go answer it. Devin had finished in the shower and was busy getting dressed in his room.

 "Hello, Maliha." A familiar voice said. I stared in horror at the figure in the doorway with a sadistic smile on his face.

"Father?" 

"Surprised to see me?" He grinned. I opened and closed my mouth, trying to get words out, but only managing to choke.

"Wh-what?" I croaked.

"You think I didn't know anything about you and your boy toy?" He questioned a triumphant smirk on his face.

"I-I- "

"Shut up and come with me, Maliha. We have much to discuss about you and your whoring around." He spat grabbing onto my upper arm and yanking me out the door.

"Devin!" I screamed out and suddenly a hand was clamped over my mouth.

Devin appeared, dressed in a sexy grey suit with a black tie. He looked at the scene before him and immediately barrelled towards us. Two men came out of nowhere and grabbed him, holding him back as my Father pushed me roughly in front of him, leading me down the stairwell onto the road where a black SUV was parked. "Get in." He ordered pushing me into the passenger seat. He slammed the door as he took his seat and started the car up.

I was too stunned to speak, to protest. I couldn't fight back and try to break free because my father had instilled so much fear into me from a young age that I didn't have the guts to. We sat in silence as he drove determinedly and hot tears pricked my eyes. Crying is admitting defeat my mind chorused over and over again. I was shaking with fear, anxiously wondering what he was planning to do with me. If he knew about Devin he would punish me worse than he had ever punished Diya. My heart was in my throat and my breathing became ragged as I panicked. The car came to an abrupt stop and my door opened. A hand grabbed my shoulder and flung me out of the car so that I landed on the floor.

The floor was gravelly and little bits of rock stuck to my palms drawing blood. I dusted myself off and stood up slowly, taking in my surroundings. I was in a warehouse, large shelves surrounding me. The shelves were stacked with hundreds of jars, each containing human organs. The sight was sickening and I felt nauseous as I watched the organs bob about in yellowey liquid.  A sinister chuckle snapped me out of my disgusted reverie and I turned to face two burly men.

They were creepy looking, one bald and the other with shoulder length black hair. They had scruffy beards and bloodshot eyes and tattoos covered their bodies. They stared at me with mischievous smiles, licking their lips as they watched me.