Deya is a 23-year-old girl who lost everything. Consumed by blame, she navigates the London streets in search of her ultimate end.
When a ruthless gang leader, Max, crosses her path, she can't believe her luck. But what happens once he, contrary to...
Max opened the door of her prison and started to drag her upstairs. I was in a basement. The realisation hit her as they entered the main house. All the walls were covered in colourful graffiti and she couldn't help but think that it looked rather vacated.
They climbed to the second floor where Max abruptly pushed her into a room. Looking around, she couldn't help but gasp. After the walk through the house, it felt like entering a whole new world. The walls, furniture and even bedsheets were all toned in black and the whole bedroom reeked of masculinity (picture below). Was it Max's bedroom?
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But before she had a chance to ask, he led her to another door revealing a bathroom. Dragging her in, the girl couldn't help but take a curious look around. How comes everything looks so immaculately clean? He didn't strike her as a cleaning type of guy.
But before she had a time to figure it out, Max yanked her to his body by the wrist he didn't let go off since they left the basement. She was sure there will be a bruise by tomorrow but right now she had more pressing matters to focus on. Specifically, her face pressing into his grandiose chest.
Why does he have to smell so good?
"I'll give you two options now." He whispered as he leaned to her ear.
"I'll leave and give you ten minutes to take a shower and put on the clothes I gave you.." He paused as if to let her consider it.
"Or?" She couldn't help but ask as curiosity was getting the best out of her.
"Or I'll undress you and wash every inch of the tiny body myself." He replied, emphasising every word.
Deya couldn't help but shudder. Why is it that somewhere deep inside his threats made her want to disobey, just to experience his touch? Am I that twisted?
"T-that won't be necessary." she blushed and tried to get out of his grasp but to no avail.
"Not so quickly." The fingers of his free hand twitched with the hem of her hoodie while he spoke. "I'm afraid you'll have to take off your clothes first."
"W-what?" Deya stuttered as she considered what she just heard. He couldn't expect her to undress in front of him. Could he?
"No" She protested and a small pout appeared on her lips.
"We both know you have serious issues with obedience." Max sighed with pretend remorse. "I have to make sure you'll do as you're told for once."
There was truth to his words, yet, the glint in his eyes let her now he was enjoying the situation immensely.
Pervert.
"Well, I guess you'll just have to trust me 'cause I sure as hell am not taking off my clothes with you present." She motioned to the door signalling for him to leave. Who does he think he is?
