SEDUCTION BY DEATH |English Version|

Chapter 10

Christian
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How wonderful Vivien feels in my arms. No matter how much she denies that she is not mine, her body says the opposite. I can still feel her sweet taste on my lips and the cherry scent of her skin.

Throughout the auction, I was in another room, where they play poker for very high stakes. Here you can win a business or a new "toy", like the one in the center of the room. This is a young girl from Moldova. Young and naive. I turn my bored gaze to William Walker as he examines the young woman's body.

Fuck, she is good enough to be your daughter. Walker immediately turned his gaze to me. I sit in the center of the table and drink my whiskey while Gianna hangs around her husband. I loved the twinkle in my obsession's eyes as I walked arm-in-arm with Donnavan. I am not at all interested in her as a woman. I just need information. I came here to learn more about "Lilith". Having learned from one martyr in my basement that Donnavan was working for "Lilith". I had only to look at her and this painted woman was ready for anything. She opens her legs for everyone while her husband fucks girls younger than her. I do not want to sleep with her, I just need to make her think that this is possible and find out everything she knows, or through her reach her husband and kill both of them. I have not decided to kill them or let them live yet. What worries me now is the girl in the center of the room.

I shuffle my cards through my hands and place my biggest bet in the center, throwing my chips onto the table.

"Gentlemen, we are opening," a man in white gloves and a yellow vest tells us.

My opponents in the circle begin to open their combinations and I wait for my turn. The whiskey in my glass warms my insides as it travels down to my stomach, but I still want to feel the warmth of Vivien's graceful form.

She told me that if I want her to be mine, I must belong to her in the same way. Heart, I have been yours for a long time. My whole life belongs to you. My black heart beats in your thin fingers.

"Mr. Caine," the man turns to me, tearing me out of my thoughts about the small wild cat in the next room. I am sure she can show me a lot.

I look over at the girl, who has clearly been drugged, her mascara is smeared on her face from tears, and I see bloody streaks on her body. Bruises on the arms and legs indicate violence and it disgusts me to look at it.

With one movement of my hand, I reveal my cards in front of the players, so that everyone can see.

"Royal flush, Mr. Caine, you win."

Of course I won, I didn't need to strain myself to outwit these fools. In front of me is a straight flush, which consists of an ace, king, queen, jack and ten of the same suit. I point my gaze at the girl in the center to my man at the wall and he follows my command. After I won it, it is now in my complete power. I want to bring her home. She did not deserve such a fate. There are whores who voluntarily agree to such trades and this is their choice, then I give this winning to someone else. To the one who will fuck her as he pleases or dispose of her like the last unnecessary thing.

Perhaps some people have the idea in their heads that this will save them from a pimp and some rich mama's boy will fall in love with her and marry her, but this is not so. This does not happen. Most of them end their lives very badly, and it's good when it's from an overdose, and not from injuries inflicted in some sex basement.