Dance of Affliction (GxG)

Taken

»»-----¤-----««Estelle's Pov»»-----¤-----««

"Put her down and make sure she doesn't cause trouble."

The order is issued to put me in a room. A raspy, profound voice echoes, and I feel my body being yanked into the room, as if I'm a limp puppet. The excruciating anguish and unease caused by the constricting zip ties around my wrists compel me to flinch against my will.

"Hey what the fuck!?" I growl, my voice full with frustration as I remain engulfed in darkness, the bag over my head still blocking my vision.

This is it, I'm actually going to die. You know what, on second thought being flung off a bridge doesn't seem that bad now.

I choose to stay silent, fearing the possibility of being shot or encountering any other dangerous outcome. My thoughts continue to race, envisioning the worst-case scenarios that could unfold. My heart is racing and pounding in my chest and my hands are sweaty.

"Did you get her?" A voice I didn't recognize speaks up. It was a man's voice, deep, raspy, definitely a smoker.

"We did, don't worry. The boss will be happy and won't cut off our balls." Another voice speaks up, this one was less raspy and more tiresome. His whole tone seems as if he's so done with everything in life and honestly, at this point I am as well.

"Well, I must say boss doesn't have bad taste." The smoker voice speaks up and I feel a hand caressing my thigh making me flinch immediately.

"Hey! Piss off!" I automatically reply but I get a laugh in return.

"Look at that, she looks good and has a big mouth." He speaks yanking me forward by my jaw through the bag over my head. His hand clenching around it. "I wonder what else that mouth can do."

"It can bite your dick off." I let out a hiss, but my breath catches as I'm forcefully pushed back into the seat. My surroundings remain obscured, and I'm unable to see anything. However, judging by their actions, it's evident that they are most likely mercenaries. Despite the unsettling situation, I manage to maintain my composure, even as a hand begins to explore my body, tracing from my thighs to my breasts, and even squeezing. The discomfort overwhelms me, and all I want to do is cry and scream. Their touch makes me feel disgusting all over again. I then hear a sound that's followed by the cry of the person who was feeling me up.

"Why the hell did you do that!?"  He grumbles clearly displeased. 

"Hands off her, you know the boss wants her untouched. Don't be a damn touch deprived moron." I'm surprised, because  this time I hear a woman's voice.

A woman? In kahoots with these perverts!?  I can't believe it.

"Stop thinking with your cock for once. You can disappoint your wife later on." She adds. I won't lie, I had to snort back a laugh at her comeback.

"Oh get fucked." He hisses back to her. 

"Ha, I wish! But here I am wasting my time with you dimwits while I could be getting my pussy fucked instead." The woman replies with no shame at all. It seems to work because I don't feel any hands on me anymore.

With a single, swift motion, the veil of darkness is lifted from me. The bright light of the room blinds me, as though I had gazed directly at the sun for an eternity. I briefly close my eyes, shielding them from the blinding onslaught. After a few seconds, I gather the courage to open them once more. To my surprise, I find myself in an abandoned space. 

What even is this place?

I can't believe this is happening. I feel like I'm in the middle of a bad horror flick. Everything is so dusty and abandoned, it's like I got knocked out and woke up in some creepy movie set. I never thought I'd find myself in this kind of situation. I just hope someone finds me soon and gets me out of here. As I look up, the figures come into focus and my instincts were spot on. These two men are clad in sleek black attire, weapons securely fastened to their belts. Their well-built frames exude strength, complemented by their neatly cropped hair and sharp jaw.