Captive

Chapter 2

"That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you're not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong."
― F. Scott Fitzgerald

Song: "Ghost Town" by Adam Lambert.

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Diego

She was trashing and screaming. Luckily the car was soundproof. I gestured Caluccio and immediately he knew what's he needs to do. He bounded her hands and ducktape her face.

Her beautiful face was now red and puffy from crying. Her hair was messy, all over the place. She was breathing heavily, her chest was heaving ups and down. Soon she will be doing all these but the reason will change. She will trash and turn and moan under me. I will be above her making her mine.

My dick harshly squeezed with all these thoughts. I wanted to take her right here, right now. But I don't force women. Women beg me to get fucked and soon this kitten will do the same. She just needs to calm down. I couldn't take my eyes from her. I didn't like that Franco was holding her. I wanted to hold her. But this will raise questions to my men.

I can't wait to get home and ravish her.

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Hailey

The car was driving much quicker than I thought. I wanted to scream, I needed someone to help me.

Who are these people?

Where are they taking me?

Where's dad?

I felt tears burning my eyes but I can't wipe them because that bulky man bound my hands behind my back. The rope was so tight it was hurting me. This will leave a bruise. Suddenly the car stopped halting us forward. The bulky men got out of the car, not only him. Everyone left the car leaving me alone.

Are they going to kill me?

What's happening?

My mind was filled with lots of questions. My dad just suddenly came and took me away from the horrendous orphanage because I ran away from the foster home again. I will be eighteen in a few months.

I thought now I am going to be happy. Dad said he will enroll me in a good college.I just went to get groceries with the money dad gave me. I shouldn't have gone. I should have stayed. I hope dad's okay. The car opened and the bulky man pulled me to his shoulders. My legs were dangling and my stomach was hurting from the pressure of his shoulder.

There was heavy sound and also the wind was gushing, my hair was a complete mess. I look up to see why it was so windy, there was a private jet.

Where are these bulky men taking me?

Are they going to sell me?

It's better if they kill me instead of selling me to some old pervert.

This time I was sobbing, there was no way I could control my crying. I tried to get away but suddenly I was passed into another man's arm. The man who had a knife full of blood on his hand was standing in front of my father. He was fuming with rage that made me immediately cry more. My face was duck-taped otherwise they could hard my loud sobbing.

He pulled me on his shoulder to make me yelp. But I struggled, tried to break free. Promptly there was a stinging sensation on my butt. The realization hit me hard, he spanked me. This time I stopped, there was no way I could escape from them. There were so many men, all of them with heavy guns. Where could I possibly run?