TWELVE

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Police were scattered amongst our home, my husband and I sat on the couch, sobbing as the reality was slowly hitting us. Our daughter was gone and there was a good chance she was dead by now.

Just the thought of my baby being taken by some lunatic, who's doing god knows what to her poor innocent soul. I couldn't bear it, her room untouched besides the police gathering evidence her her case early on. After three weeks and the only lead of you have is your daughter leaving the mall and nothing else. Your hope grows thin, her car left alone, nothing taken inside except everything that was on her persons.

"Mrs, we're trying our best. But we've gotten no leads so far. It's as if she vanished out of thin air." The rugged looking cop spoke, sitting across from me as his hands we propped up  on his knees.

"You couldn't even trace the phone call?" Barely able to muster the words to speak, my husband rubbing my back to try and comfort me, but nothing helped. I just wanted my baby girl back home and safe.

"No ma'am, I'm sorry." The remorse was evident in his voice but I was honestly just over it all. "Everyone out". I utter, only loud enough for those close to hear. "Everyone out!" I yell, catching all of their attention, looking at the man before me as he nods his head and detectives looking upon him taking the hint to leave. Filing out as I sobbed into my hands. The deep wails rattling the walls of the house, so empty and quiet without her here.

I never understood how fate could be so cruel, taking someone's child, their baby.

It was all unfair, I just wanted her here, safe. knowing she's out of harms way.

The thoughts of horrible things plagued my mind as the days passed, the hope of her coming home alive growing smaller and smaller as each day passing. Slowly turning into weeks, police had one lead by the time three weeks had passed. A car caught on security footage leaving the parking garage a little after she was seen going in. They traced it to an elderly man who had reported it as stolen in another state.

But that's where my baby's case laid, cold as ice. No leas, no witnesses. Nothing.

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I finally walk freely around my room, the frigid concrete cooling my body as I took each step. I still had my hands cuffed in front of me but I had been behaving Malcolms orders, earning this little reward of freedom. I didn't take it for granted, running around the room, jumping in excitement. You would've thought I had won the lottery from my actions.

He had also given me a small thing cot, insisting it was all he had available. He allowed me to have some changed of clothes too, sadly still no real bathroom but I made do.

My chest has finally been covered as he had graciously thrown a bra I had brought into the mix of stuff he gave me, putting it all into a small white laundry basket.

I had truly never felt so grateful for basic necessities, but being stripped of every right you had, slowly having to earn them back, it took a toll on your mental health. So much so that the man I once fear didn't fear me so much anymore, sleeping next to him and feeling the vibrations of his deep sleep. Seeing him vulnerable for once, not throwing around his power, making me feel inferior.

It was refreshing to see the human in him, because he truly was a work of art. Someone like him you'd never expect to be in this line of work, selling women as slaves to disgusting, horny men.

I thought back to the day he sat with me on the couch, only the sounds of our breathing filled the air, the tv echoing against the wooden frame. The way he touched me, rubbing my feet to ease the pain he had caused, as if he regretted it. I juggled the idea around in my mind, laying back as I look up at the ceiling, the room only being lit by the moon beaming down outside.

My mind wanders to why. Why did rub my feet that night? It seemed as if he didn't mind, as if he almost enjoyed it. The way his lips curled into a smile hearing my weak moans as he dug deep into the soles of feet, all pressure disappearing under his touch.

I hated the effect he had on me recently, I don't know what's going on with me. But I'm more intrigued by him than afraid, I want to learn about him, study every nook and imperfection that scarred his body.

As I thought more of him, I remember his bare chest. Seeing every muscle that stretched across his stomach, as if they were teasing me. Watching his chest rise as he brought in breath, slowly falling afterward. His olive tanned skin made me feral, seeing as he didn't go outside much I didn't understand how he maintained it. My tan was practically nonexistent.

Thinking of his body, my mind wanders to the parts I haven't seen. Thinking of the mass that laid beneath the fabric that bulged out from below his stomach. How big it looked. I pondered the size, imagining the big extremity taking me over, the dirty thoughts plaguing my mind.

I wonder if I could fit it all in my mouth?

As my body reacted to the thoughts, I felt myself slowly moving my hand down to above my vagina. Still thinking about him as the thoughts grew darker, more erotic.

Him kissing me roughly, passionately, taking in every inch of my soft luscious lips.

Slowly bringing my hand to my heat I place my fingers down onto my clit, rubbing small sensual circles. Goosebumps coated my arms, a gasp escaping my lips, I moved quicker as I pressed down upon my core. The pleasure being something I'd never felt before.

Imagining his hands trailing up my legs, sensually rubbing the skin as he inches closer to my heat.

I kept letting my mind wander, thinking of anything I could involving him. My small breaths echoed in my room, slight moans mixing in between. I stayed at it, not letting up as I felt my clit growing sensitive, feeling my urge to come to grow. "God." I uttered as I continued torturing myself, my movements now sloppy as I quickly swipe side to side, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

His tongue swiping between my folds as he devoured me dripping pussy.

So entranced in my own thoughts I hadn't even heard the door unlock, let alone open.

"What are you doing?" I voice boomed into my ears, immediately recognizing it. The blood drained from my face, feeling his eyes hovering over my body, scanning me from head to toe.

I didn't answer, my hand still laying on top of my pussy, small pants escaping my lips as I squeeze my eyes shut to ignore the humiliation I was about to endure.

All I hear is a husky voice echoing in my ears.

"Are you touching yourself?!"

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AHHHHH this chapter like hurt to write but I needed to feed y'all something smutty lol.

xoxo

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