It was exactly one month of the disappearance of Roze.
Jim was helpless neither he could find any trace of him nor Damian was realising him from his clutches.
He contacted with Sasa but Voklov had other plans.
"Damian, plz leave me now"
He was in between my legs.
I have orgasmed for the fifth time.
But he had no intention to leave me.
I clutched his back hair to retract him but he has swallowed me again.
"Damiannnn.... Papi plz no more"
And bite came without any signal.
"Aaaah"
I kicked his neck to leave me but no use.
A knock on the door came.
"Come in"
Damian shouted.
"No.no..."
Damian's assistant came and gave a bow. Without looking, he said,
"We have located them"
Damian looked up "where"
"In Scotland - a palace surrounded by snow and wolfs"
Damian snickered "as expected of him" he signaled the man to go.
He looked at Jim,
"See, found your son. Now shut up and let me have you."
Jim got shocked and started screaming to leave him.
After another two sessions he got released. He ran as fast as he could.
He immediately called Sasa, but the number again dead.
Determined, Jim alone went to Scotland.
The weather didn’t suit him but he had to bear it. For his son.
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The mansion looked ghostly. Like no one lived there. It was covered with snow, still you could tell it was blackish., no guards, when Jim rang the bell. Only a butlar opened the door.
"Yes, master Jim. How can I help you?" Jim knew then and there RED knew about his arrival.
Removing his face mask "I want to see Roze."
"I am sorry to inform that the madam is busy now, he won't be able to come"
The butler tried to close the door at his face, but Jim knew how to be persistent. He forcefully went inside.
"Then call Red"
"Yes master Jim."
The butler got the dissatisfaction behind Jim's tone. He knew Sir Damian will have his head at a single word from Jim.
Jim sat at the couch near the fire place. He sighed at the warmth.
This place is way too cold, too haunted. His eyes teared up at Roze's thought. How he is living here?
He is hypothyroid. Can't tolerate cold.
"What are you doing here?"
There stood Red in his dark blue silk robe. Nothing else. The sweat and the messy hair said everything.
Jim's gaze darkened "bring Roze out"
Red snickered "no"
Maze came out from nowhere and gave him a cigarette.
"I want to see my son" Jim said
"He is no one's anything, only mine"
Sighing "listen, I am not here to argue with you, where is he?"
Red came near Jim with his smug look
"Maze, take him to my room"
Jim wanted to slap the shit out of him
But he remained silent, for now Roze is important.
Maze directed him towards the fourth floor, the isolated door.
Jim felt so many emotions, his inside was trembling. He imagined every worst scenario possible.
The door opened and the room seemed totally different from the outside. It was white, More like too much white. A Princess canopy bed at the centre, curtains surrounding it.
Expensive white carpet spreading the whole floor.
"Open your shoes, he doesn’t like dirt"
Jim gave Maze the nastiest look.
He stepped inside.
"Roze" he called no sound from the person in the bed.
"Roze" he tried again.
He ran towards the bed.
The guy sleeping there didn’t move.
The bite marks say everything.
He screamed at Maze to bring him a doctor. Maze remained silent.
Like he knew nothing.
Felt nothing.
After one hour of cleaning and sponging Roze's body, he responded in with dizzyness.
Jim made a soup of rice and chicken stock, as Maze wasn’t helping him with nothing.
He was only observing.
"Roze baby, wake up now. See I have your favourite soup. Come on."
Roze opened his tired eyes and tired to talk but only harsh voices came out making no sense.
His vocal cord was damaged.
Jim took him in his hands to calm him
"I will take you with me"
The words felt like burning coal on him, Roze removed himself from Jim and started making loud noises - shaking his head from left to right.
"What happened? Why are you shivering? " but no words worked.
Roze was trembling, more like trying to hide.
"N...h....o....h..aaa..."
Like Roze trying to form words, but couldn’t.
"Ok..ok...don't pressure yourself"
"M...a.." Jim stilled.
Roze now looked like a toddler who said his first word 'MA'
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Guess what happened to our lovely Roze....
