His Desire (Sequel To His Slave)

His Desire Chapter 3

This is the fourth time I've written this...

Hunters muscles flexed as he dug his finger nails into Libby's arm. She jerked back away from him but his feet stayed solidly on the ground.

"We can do this the hard way or the easy way?" He murmured through gritted teeth. Libby slowly looked up at his cold emotionless face. He may have been young but any traces of playful youth were gone from his face. His mannerisms made him seem much older, nothing like a 22 year old.

"Libby..." Strained Greg who was stood next to Hunter. His expression was pained. He looked uncomfortable. There was something more wholesome about him, something deep within his eyes. Something told Libby she should listen to Greg's reaction. He was warning her.

Eventually Libby collapsed under Hunters ever increasing pressure. She swished forewords, immediately being engulfed by Hunters arms. She wasn't getting away.

"Maybe there is hope for you" he whispered in her ear as he walked her over to a black 4x4. Libby shivered. Even his breath in her pure skin made her feel sick. His words were disgusting.

As Libby was shoved into the back of the dark car she caught a glimpse of Mr Liger walking back into the boarding house. He seemed eager to make another sale, ruin another life.

Inside the car was dark. The tainted windows let in limited light. The furnishings were black leather, cold and strange. Libby shakily inhaled. There was that nearly new car smell, fake and alien.

Libby manage to pull herself up uninformed her still bound hands. Awkwardly she propped her self up in the back seat as Hunter and Greg climbed into the front seats. Greg pulled across his seat belt while Hunter revved the beefy engine. The whole car purred.

Swiftly Hunter pushed down on the gas and the car lurched forwards, speeding onto the main road. Libby was thrown back into the cold seat. Groaning she sat up again. Hunter huffed, reaction to her noise. Greg glance around and have her a stern wary look. These were two serious guys.

"We've got to be quick, the plane leave in an hour" murmured Hunter to Greg as he drove down country lane under the fading evening light.

Wait what?! Flight? "I'm sorry did you say plane?" Hissed Libby from the back seat. Hunter inhaled and pushed his foot down on the accelerator, sending the car forewords again. Greg turned around and have Libby another glare.

She grumpily sat back in her seat again. These guys were getting annoying, Libby wanted to know what was happening.

"Ryan should meet us in Spain, he can inspect her then and decide what we do with her..." "Hold up!" Shouted Libby getting angrier "Spain?! We're leaving the country? And Who the hell is Ryan?!" "Shut up!" Hissed Hunter slamming his foot down on the breaks. The car skidded to a half sending Libby crashing forewords. "Greg sort her out will you, we have a plane to catch...." Said Hunter sternly as he started the car again.

Greg wiped his forecast and undid his seat belt. Libby stared at him wide eyed.

He then proceeded to climb over his seat and toward Libby. She pulled her self back into the corner, trying to get away from him. Greg slipped over his seat and knelt on the back seat crawling to wards Libby. He lifted up his arm.

She winced expecting a strong blow to the face, instead, however, Greg continued to lean over the back seat into the back trunk. He fumbled around for a minute as Libby watched in horror, what was he doing?

"Bingo" whispered Greg as he lifted out a plain white cloth.

Libby's eyes grew bigger....

He then turned to her again and crawled closer, towering over her shaking body. "No no no..." Shouted Libby as she tried to push his hands away. He looked down at her, pain in his eyes. He understood her fear.

Sudden the cloth was on Libby's face, she coughed and splatters under its suffocating surface. Gasping for air Libby drew in a big breath. The air stung her lungs. It was pungent, toxic, poisoned. Libby became light headed. Her hands fell from Greg's straining arms. He hated what he was doing.

Darkness scratched at Libby with each new breath she took until eventually it consumed her. Her limp body fell back in the seat, unconscious.

Greg leant back, ashamed of his actions. He wiped the sweat away that had formed in his forehead.

From the front seat Hunter laughed. "Ah silence..." He teased as Greg climbed back into his seat. He looked at hunter and rolled his eyes at his enjoyment. Hunter grinned. "Next stop, Spain baby...."