WARNING EXPLICIT CONTENT....AGAIN!!
Previously On: Erotic Desires:
Shit... That was amazing, Rose." He said, kissing my forehead as he zipped back up his pants.
"My name. Is. Delilah." I said, still looking at that same flickering light.
He grabbed me harshly by my hair, wrapping it around his hand and pulling me close to him.
"Your name will be whatever the hell I say it will be. Understand?" He whispered. I said nothing.
"UNDER-FUCKING-STAND?!" He yelled. His bass filled voice echoing off the walls.
"Ye- Yes sir. I- I understand." I nodded as he let my hair go.
"Good little slut." He patted me on my head as if I were his pet dog.
He reached into the mini fridge and grabbed another syringe, injecting me into the left side of my neck this time.
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LUCAS' POV
/Day 3/
I decided to go to the police station. I thought that if anyone could help me, it'd be the the MAPD.
"Hi, how may I help you?" The female receptionist gawked over me as I towered over her desk.
"I need to report a missing person." I said.
"A whom is the missing person?" She placed a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear as she began to type on her computer, still eyeing me from the side.
"My girlfriend." I cleared my throat. Her eyes went from sensuality to embarrassment in the matter of seconds.
"Oh." She scoffed. "What's her name?" She asked.
"Delilah Rose Monroe. She's 5"5 and she's 22. She has kinky dark brown hair and beautiful brown eyes." I rambled.
"Where are her last known whereabouts?" She asked.
"She went with some man named Guy Ray for a meeting. Shes an aspiring plus-sized model." I answered. "She's been missing for three days now." I added.
"Okay. A missing persons report has been sent out." She commented. "Oh, and do you know what she was last wearing?" She added, looking up at me.
"A gray jogging suit." I answered. She nodded in agreement.
"You're all set, sir. We will do everything we can do help find your girlfriend. Leave your phone number here please." She pointed to a sign in sheet which I signed and imputed my number.
I left the police station and sat in my car. Placing my head onto the steering wheel.
"Fuck man." I groaned quietly. I grabbed my wallet from my pocket and gazed at the picture of Delilah in my wallet. She was smiling hard with an egg roll in her grasp. We had went on a date to the mall and she loved the Chinese Food place in the food court. I pulled the photo from the sleeve and held it in between my index and middle finger. I kissed it softly. Missing the embrace we shared just three days prior. I sighed as I managed to crack a smile, thinking about the good times. I placed the picture back into its spot in my wallet and started the car.
