His Slave
S
d what I receive is never good. I a
life that I am kidnapped by so
, I saw Marcus Sterling's body hitting the floor the same way my Mom's body hit
, but I think he is dead and I don
aring for them or develop Stockholm syndrome. Or the better optio
. There is only one bed here, a dirt
he is kidnapped for possible r
ome other reason than reveng
initely
dirty with mud and blood now. I
d the only source of light is the b
omeone steps inside. The smell of expensive male co
t's a stupid question,
sn't bother to g
e it i
his movement calculated and
ing in my throat. A common reaction after seeing s
s when I look closely. His eyebrows are thick and sharp, a
t, giving away how
n color and pressed to
im look manly. His hair are messy like he
eight is perhaps, six something. His body is athletic,
wearing a black t – shirt with simple
und his neck which is tucked under
, but the next moment, I glance in hi
less. Careless. Unforgiving.
and I know the situation is goin
inking my eyes, he tilts his head pul
an feel the fear radiating off
y chest rising and
peaks in a whisper, his
ump forming
I feel this sudden urge to cover u
finishes and walks forward
same time. Something about him can scare everyone out
the mad look in his eyes or his
, but he grabs it before I can do tha
ough again
le all the while my eyes are fixed at
hispers and his hand stops at my
e is not like that? What if he is not going t
ss my lips, hope snea
go. " I plead, my t
s and his hands reach
upper half bare. " I will let you go a
e and my survival instincts k
let it
t as he throws his shirt
time as I back step toward
oward me, his steps cautious a
ed chest and his hard abs, b
ing in front of this scary man, I think Elias was ten
spers in my head and I pres
y on you. " He tempts me with
How do I cooperate in such situa
e pushing it forward. His hand turns on the switc
hits me. My eyes land on the camera in one co
his? " There is disbelief i
ed in another hell a
it. " He sneers, his eyes
Definitel