Quicksand

Chapter 6

Adrik's lips crushed down on mine, his kiss brutal and unyielding. At first, I couldn't fathom what was happening, my mind reeling in shock. But as I tried to pull away, his grip on my face tightened, holding me in place.

I struggled against him, but he was too strong. His tongue forced its way into my mouth, and I felt a wave of revulsion wash over me. I tried to bite down, but he just laughed, his lips still locked on mine.

Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, he pulled back, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "You're mine now, Joy," he whispered, his breath hot against my skin.

Adrik's eyes seemed to bore into my soul as he spoke, his voice low and menacing. "My name is Adrik Molchalin." The words hung in the air like a death sentence.

My mind racing, I felt a chill run down my spine. Molchalin... the name echoed in my head, conjuring up images of brutal violence and ruthless power.

"You're one of them," I whispered, my voice trembling. "The Molchalins... the crime family."

Adrik's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure. "I want you, Joy. And I always get what I want. Submit to me, and I might let you live."

His grip on my face tightened, his fingers digging into my skin like claws. "Refuse... and you'll suffer. And your loved ones will suffer with you."that includes your mother who is rutting in one of my cell.

I felt a wave of terror wash over me, my heart racing with fear. I was trapped, at the mercy of a monster.

Adrik's breath was hot against my ear, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper. "I'll break you, Joy. I'll destroy everything you hold dear. You'll beg for mercy, but it will be too late."

His hand slid down my throat, his fingers wrapping around my neck like a vice. I felt my airway constrict, my vision blurring at the edges.

"Choose wisely, Joy," he hissed, his eyes blazing with intensity. "Submit to me, and I might spare your life. But resist... and you'll suffer a fate worse than death."

I tried to speak, but my voice was barely a whisper. My mind was racing, desperate for a way out. But Adrik's grip was unyielding, his power suffocating.

In that moment, I knew I was staring into the face of pure evil.

Why me?

Adrik's grip on my neck tightened, his eyes flashing with anger. "Why you?" he repeated, his voice low and menacing. "Because I like you"

His fingers dug deeper into my skin, and I felt a wave of pain wash over me. I felt a surge of defiance, despite the fear that threatened to consume me. "I'll never submit to you," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Adrik's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with excitement. "We'll see about that," he hissed, his grip on my neck tightening.

"Detectives! Detectives!" I screamed, but no one came to my rescue. Adrik's laughter echoed through the room, his eyes gleaming with triumph.

"Detective, detectives!" I shouted again, but Adrik just laughed louder. "You think the police can save you, Joy? I own them. I own this city. And soon, I'll own you."

He released his grip on my neck, but his eyes still held me captive. "No one can save you from me. I'm the one who makes the rules here. And you're just a pawn in my game."

I felt a wave of despair wash over me, but I refused to give up. I knew I had to keep fighting, no matter how hopeless it seemed.

"You'll never own me," I spat, trying to keep my voice steady.