Three's Not A Crowd: A Polyamorous BDSM Story (18+)

Taken to be Tortured

Maxwell's POV:

I banged on the metal door one last time, before yelling out a curse and sliding down against the door with my head in my hands.

I was supposed to catch a flight back home by tonight. But here I am, stuck in this stupid basement with no light at all.

I started banging on the door the moment my eyes got used to this darkness and I could spot the huge metal rectangle in the room.

The last thing I remember, before I was apparently kidnapped, was getting in an elevator with two guys. I think one of them used chloroform on me.

My head was still throbbing from whatever they had used to knock me out. My thoughts raced back to Xavier and Sylvia.

I'm like....100% sure this is one of Xavier's enemies. I just hope he realizes soon that I'm missing. I also hope he knows where to start looking for me.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and a blinding light flooded the room. I shielded my eyes with my arm, squinting to see who was there.

A figure stepped into the room, tall and imposing. As my eyes adjusted, I instantly recognized him.

Xavier had searched the skies and the oceans; the mountains and the caves, for this one man on Earth. Yet, he never found him.

The vengeance for Natalia still just remained a dream for him. And at one point, I even tried to convince him to just stop.

But Xavier was adamant on getting revenge for his sister. To this day, he is still searching for the one and only – Zoran Aleksa.

Zoran Aleksa, the Serbian mafia don. The man, who is stood right in front of me right now. Well fuck.

"Well, well, well, look who's awake," Zoran's voice was cold and menacing. He stepped closer, and I could see the cruel smile playing on his lips.

"Why am I here?" I asked, trying to keep up my strong facade.

"Why are you here?" Zoran laughed, "Are you that stupid? I need leverage on Xavier. And thanks to Elena and Luca, I now have that."

Elena and Luca? What the fuck? I thought of those two as friends!

Before I could respond, Zoran's henchmen grabbed me, dragging me to my feet. One of them threw a punch to my gut, knocking the wind out of me.

"You see, Maxwell, this isn't personal. It's just business," Zoran said, almost casually, as if discussing the weather.

"But I do need to make sure Xavier understands the gravity of the situation."

Another blow landed, this time to my ribs. I felt a sharp pain, a crack that sent waves of agony through my body.

I collapsed to the floor, clutching my side, trying to catch my breath.

"He's not going to give you anything," I spat out between gasps, "You're wasting your time."

Zoran knelt beside me, his face inches from mine, "Oh, I think he will. When he sees what's left of you, he'll realize he has no choice."

He stood up, motioning to his men, "Take good care of him. Make sure he's...comfortable."

The men dragged me across the floor, chaining me to the wall. They took turns beating me, each hit slowly breaking my resolve.

By the time they left, I was a broken mess. My body was bruised and battered. The darkness started to feel extremely suffocating now.

I tried to hold on to thoughts of Xavier and Sylvia trying to search for me, but even those began to slip away, replaced by the overwhelming pain.

At that moment, I made a promise to myself – I will get out of here. I will see them soon.