Tempting Sin

Basement

A stinging pain spread through her palm from the sheer force of the slap but her rage was still not quelled. She wanted to hit him more for proposing something so nasty to her. Clenching her fist, she fixed him with a defiant gaze and spat in indignation "I am..I am not a prostitute." Her voice trembling but firm reverberated loudly in the room.            

His eyes flashed with icy fury, making her skin prickle with goosebumps. Before she could even muster the courage to flee, his arm shot out at lightning speed, and in a flash, she found herself pinned against the wall behind her. His fingers curled around her neck and squeezed her throat in a vice-like grip, cutting off her air supply. The girl's eyes popped out of her sockets in shock. Tears trickled down her eyes as she gaped at him in horror. His nails, like spikes, dug into her skin. 

Leaning in aggressively, he closed the gap between them until their faces nearly touched. His glare, sharp as daggers, bored into her with a threatening intensity while his lips curled into a menacing snarl. Having him this close, Nevaeh went icy with panic. Through gritted teeth, he hissed words like venom, "It won't even take me a second to snuff out your worthless existence. No one would give a damn if you died, anyway.." he squeezed harder, "Lowlives like you are just a burden on the world. Instead of licking my feet for giving you a chance to salvage your fucking excuse for life, you are giving me attitude, huh? Lose your damned attitude, woman, before you lose your life." 

The air crackled with tension, his malicious words hanging heavy between them. Nevaeh could only weep for mercy as her lungs screamed for air. Her eyes glazed over, silently imploring him. She couldn't understand why he was being so cruel to her. What did she ever do? The grip around her neck was so brutal that she feared her neck would snap in two if he didn't stop. She didn't want to die. How will her nanny live without her?

Sin watched her fighting for her life with a straight face. The sorrow in her eyes was profound enough to tear hearts but too bad for her, he didn't possess one. For all the pain leaking from her pretty eyes, he felt nothing. 

However, he eased his hold around her neck and allowed her to breathe. He didn't want her dead not until he had a taste of her. He watched her gulping air with a bored expression.  

The man eventually released her neck to grasp the hand she had used to slap him. He gently fiddled with her index finger as if examining it. The drastic shift in his demeanor worsened her trepidation. 

His expression eerily calm as he began, "All I need is your pussy to be between your legs. I won't hesitate to dismember the rest of your body if you dare defy me again," while saying the last sentence, he raised his steely gaze to her and snapped her finger without so much as faltering. A piercing scream tore from Nevaeh's throat as she felt an intense pain exploding through her finger.     

He, unfazed by her pain, rose to his feet, throwing her hand away. She whimpered between her sobs as her hand hit the cold floor. An electric sensation jolted through her hand.  

"You are going to stay here with your fans until you learn to behave," he announced in cold, exact terms while buttoning up his jacket and then spun on his heels to leave.  

Nevaeh felt as if someone had struck her with lightning. She shook her head vigorously. The pain pulsating in her broken finger overshadowed by her fear of being left alone in this ghastly space. 

"No, please, no..don't leave me here..let me go, please, let me go," she shouted after him but he didn't care to even spare her a glance.  

Suddenly a stream of golden light burst forth from a lone bulb, casting a dim glow across the basement, allowing her to see the dead bodies of her assaulters arranged in a macabre line right in front of her. Their eyes were wide open, staring right at her. Nevaeh screamed aloud, petrified.