Chapter 15. The monster

I just couldn't bring myself to do anything, though I had the belief that there would be a danger. However, I didn't visualize it, in this form.

In front of me were Mark and two tinted, Chevrolet Silverado cars. They just rode past me within the last three minutes and Mark immediately, came down from the car, ordering me to enter inside.

To me, that was very rude and unnecessary and why the hell was it this bastard that was coming to kidnap me. I just couldn't believe that all this was happening. I fought in vain. The last thing I could remember was giving up. He was five times stronger than me.

How I wish, everyone standing there watching, with their hands on their heads while some were shaking their heads In disbelief, and others getting shocked by what was going on could actually help me.

Unfortunately, they did nothing. They probably thought that Mark was being romantic and wanted us to go out on a date. Meanwhile, I was kidnapped and about to go back to the den. I wouldn't even wish that for my foes.

I wanted to shout Mark discreetly pointed a gun at my belly and I'm sure they were all heavily armed, and Mark was a man who lacked patience. I could foresee bloodshed, and I knew they would go, scotch free because they are the government.

Mark smiled at me as he gestured for me to enter the car. I glared at him furiously as I quietly moved into the car, helplessly.

As I entered the vehicle it smelled weird, kind of toxic. When I looked around I realised that their nose was covered except for mine as I slept off immediately.

Later, I woke up in a different place and my hands were heavily unable to move. I looked up only to find out that my hands were tied together on a pole. I looked around and could see the bastard looking at me, he was seated on a chair sipping his drink.

From the place we were, I could tell it was a hotel room “I am glad you are awake" he said to me as he dropped the cup down. “Dance," he said, with a deep voice.

From my past encounter with him, I knew he meant his words. Fear gripped me at the pronouncement of the word DANCE. For crying out loud there wasn't any kind of music around, how was I supposed to dance without any music.

I was just confused, "Dance," he said again, with a sense of fierceness and rage. I could tell he was really angry. I looked at my hands on the pole and a cold breeze travelled down my body. I was really shocked.

I was just realizing, that I had been standing naked before him. He wanted me to dance naked before him. At the thought of this, my nipples hardened, not in pleasure but in fear.

I stood there thinking of what to do and how to go about the dance.

And I saw him, stand up from the chair. He was holding a cup containing alcohol. He walked toward me and I fake a smile because he had this evil grin on his face.

When he got to the pole, which I was tied to. He reached for my jaw as he gripped them firmly and that caused me to cry, “Open your mouth" he said. Out of fear, immediately I opened my mouth, and he emptied the content of the cup in my mouth.

It was an awful thing, as the drink came in contact with my mouth. I felt like throwing up, it was damn hot and it had a different taste. Yeah, I don't drink, but I was drinking before at high school, and I was selling in a restaurant bar so I could tell literally the taste of all drink. The alcohol, which he was consuming was my third best drink and the taste wasn't palatable at all at that particular moment.

I knew, he added something to it and I guess it would have been something not good. Immediately, I lost track of time and myself. My adrenaline spurred up as I stood up and I couldn't control my body. It was like I was on fire, the next thing I found myself doing was dancing.

Damn! I was stripping, I wanted to stop but I just couldn't control myself. As I danced, I could see him smile with every move I made, and that made him grin barely. From his facial expression, I could tell he was really enjoying it. It was a pleasant sight to him, but to me, it was a horrible experience.

I was pleasing a man out of my own will under the influence of drugs. It really pained me and I felt like killing myself at that moment, with anything I could lay my hands on so far as the material was sharp enough.

I stripped for an hour or more and the next thing I knew was that my adrenaline suddenly dropped down to negative zero as I heavily fell to the ground with my eyes widely opened, although my vision was very blurred. At that point, I had no control over myself and I was just too weak to move.

He stood up and I could see the bulge on his trousers had increased. It thickened as it fully carved his dick arced on his left lap and the veins were even showing through his trouser like he had no boxers on. He walked toward me and removed the handcuff that was tying me to the pole.

I dropped flat on the ground as he freed my hands. I was laying down there, weak, he placed water at my feet with a huge amount of dollars and left the room. That was shocking!

I was stunned at his attitude, this guy was a scum bag. I remained laying down there, weak, I was really in need of strength. I stretched my hands and held the bottle of water, which he placed in front of me. I gripped it and I tried my best to open it, with the little strength I had.

When I succeeded, I gulped down the whole content of the bottle. With that, I felt a bit relieved and strengthened. Before I knew it I had slept off, already.

When I woke up I found myself on the bed, I was shocked at how I got there. Behold, there was this bastard, Mark, he was putting on his clothes. He smiled at me and left, I felt humiliated and ashamed. I felt, like a piece of trash, being used by a man, and his right-hand man.

I was devastated, was I cursed or something. What were they playing at? He made me dance then his dog fucks me later on. I couldn't get it. However, this time around, I didn't feel any pain around my vagina region, “did Mark do anything to me?” I asked myself.

We saw the door knob of the room being turned. I looked at Mark and his face was filled with nothing but fear. Even, I was really afraid of what would happen, if it was Mark's boss.

Fear was written all over his face, immediately he started sweating. It was so embarrassing, to imagine both of them in my room.

The atmosphere was tense as the door knob turned completely, and the door was pushed open.

Only to reveal.....