His Desires

Chapter 11: Finding a Way Out

Okay guys this isn't a story update

JUST KIDDING! Sorry this took so long. I literally had no laptop so i went out and bought one and now I can write my chapters! Its been a rough few months lately with my partner moving out for work related stuff blah blah. Anyway I appreciate all the comments and omg thank you for sticking with the book i promise to work on my updates. Thanks guys! and enjoy. much love.

A violent shrill blasted inside my ears, the vibrations sending my body over the side of the couch I was asleep in and onto the floor. My head missing the edge of the coffee table by inches. I thought I was still in a dream, my eyes adjusting to the bright yellowness of the room. Perhaps I was and everything that has happened in the past 36 hours has only been a passing of short hours outside my own mind; that I'm asleep in my own bed. However, my body starts to twitch recognising the aches, especially the burn between my legs. That's when I know, that Victor is in fact real and not some Italian psychotic, sexy-as-fuck, Mafia sex God that my deranged imagination conjured up as a result of sex depravation. Not even my B.O.B can give me this type of sensation as the aftermath of sex.

Suddenly, as I fully shake away the fogginess of sleep I can hear the faint shrill and it continues to repeat, over and over again. Like an alarm almost but the sound is insidious. Screaming at me, RUN! HIDE! GET OUT! It's warning me. Something isn't right and as I look around the room completely empty, the furniture scarce and isolated in various spots inside the large space causing my skin to tingle as anxiety grips the back of my neck, pinning my body down against the carpet. I've never felt so alone and the thought of facing whatever has triggered this alarm alone, unnerves me deeply; racking my body in shivers like I'm laying naked in the cold. Thoughts of escaping are there, floating just above the surface of my mind as if at any minute I can turn them into actions. Just use your legs, get up, Amalia! Nothing happens. I'm still lying on the floor. So much has happened to me and at this precious moment I am alone and have an opportunity to run. Why am I wasting it?

You're worried. Am I, though? I answer my questions silently.

You're scared, but not for yourself. For Victor. That is ludicrous, fucking borderline insane.

Aren't you? "That's it. No more." I speak aloud, getting up from the floor and throwing the blanket back onto the couch. My legs move on their own accord, rushing to the dresser and throwing on a pair of boxers to cover my nakedness. The alarm still hasn't stopped. What's going on?

Opening the door, I take a peek out into the hall; it's empty. I thought Victor would have had people stationed outside my door, yet he probably already did. Whatever emergency this is, it's serious; but it raises my suspicion. Why wasn't I notified? Taken to Victor so I didn't have this chance to escape? I ignore the answer, fear has already unfurled inside my chest, crashing it down like a wave. Whatever is happening, I know I can't stay in Victor's bedroom. Taking a deep breath, I slip between the gap and silently close the door behind me.

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I haven't seen a single person running down the halls. No screams, no shouting, no noise. Dead silence. I remember what Bailey said to me, As an employee, Fantasy can't be held accountable if any of the girls were to cause an incident. Where are the girls? This place, I have a faint clue what it could be. A club. More specifically, a brothel, yet that's not what Margaret seemed to think. Who cares what she thinks? I met a girl though, before I fell. Her name, Delilah I think it was. A platinum haired cowgirl in the lower level. So it has to be. The moans, the stench of sex and liquor pungent like body soap. There's also the fact that I'm in Nevada; all the way across the globe far away from home. How am I supposed to get home? I don't have money for a plane ticket, If I could access a phone I could ring dad and tell him what happened; get help.