Kidnap • LK

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My heart races as I feel his large hand slide through my hair and down to my cheek.

"I know you're awake," his deep voice fills the room.

"See?" Did he notice my eyes open even in the darkness?

I sit up in bed, slapping his hand away from my face as he stands up.

"W-what are you doing here?" I stutter, my fingers trembling uncontrollably.

"Am I not allowed to enter this room?" he asks, and I see him smirk as the moonlight illuminates his face. Suddenly, my heart beats faster at the sight of his smirk—it's so familiar.

"Who are you?" I demand, desperate to know.

He chuckles. "I'll tell you later," he replies, stepping closer.

"No, don't come near me," I plead, covering my chest with the blanket.

"You're mine now, you know?" he says, sending a chill down my spine. How? Why?

And because of that, I chuckle. "Are you kidding? I'm not yours!" I scoff sarcastically.

"Well, I know you hate your parents, but let me tell you, they've already sold you to me. You're my property now, a valuable one. I can do whatever I want with you. I can fuck you every second and even kill you if you do something stupid. Remember, Lalisa Manoban, your soul is mine."

My parents sold me? How could they? They're not my parents; they're monsters! I hate them! And now, my life is ruined—by them and by this man, this devil in front of me.

He owns me? No, no, no!

I stood up and left the bed, stepping in front of him.

"No! Please, let me go... Please, I'm begging you, don't do this! I can pay back the money, but please," I started to cry, feeling the old me resurface because of this situation.

He grabbed me by the waist, forcing me to touch his body. I could feel his warm breath and see his familiar, yet intimidating eyes.

"Sorry, but it won't happen, never," he said, leaning in close to my ear. I flinched as he bit my earlobe.

"Please," I cried.

But he tightened his grip on my waist, softly kissing and warming my ear.

Then an idea popped into my head.

I kicked him in his groin, causing him to stop and momentarily enjoy the pain I inflicted. I took the opportunity to break free, running to the unlocked door and out of the room, leaving him behind.

Initially shocked by the grandeur of the house, I had no time to dwell on it. Running downstairs, I heard him shout, but I ignored it, focusing only on escaping. Finally reaching the ground floor, two men spotted me and gave chase.

As I reached the exit gate, a group of men intercepted me, one pointing a gun.

"Don't you dare run, or else I won't hesitate to pull the trigger," he warned.

I realized I had failed my chance and was now in serious trouble. Feeling defeated, I cursed my luck and my situation, knowing I was in deep trouble.

"Get her," he ordered, and two tall men grabbed me, dragging me back to the dreaded room.

Pushed inside and stumbling, I groaned in pain as my knees hit the floor.

"Now you're dead," he declared, his voice sending shivers down my spine, every footstep intensifying my fear.

Forced to stand, I began to cry, feeling hopeless.

"Stop crying, it hurts my ears," he barked.

His words only made me lose hope further, every utterance pushing me deeper into despair.

"How dare you kick me like that? Your stubbornness! I'm done!" he shouted, making me cry even harder as he pushed me against the wall, attacking my neck with harsh kisses.

I tried to resist, but he persisted, relentless in his assault. Eventually, he grabbed my thigh and maneuvered me onto the bed, continuing his relentless advance.

I cried, feeling like a loser, utterly powerless.

It surprised me that he hadn't kissed me on the lips yet, for which I was thankful. I refused to let his dirty mouth touch mine.

As he held my arms above my head, I pleaded, but he paid no heed, undressing me with a smirk on his face.

I stopped struggling, knowing what was to come, feeling utterly defeated.

He released my hands and began to assault me further, his actions becoming more aggressive.

I moaned involuntarily, horrified by my body's response.

"Did you enjoy that, doll?" he asked, his tone mocking.

"P-please," I begged.

"Well, sorry, I won't stop. I've started, so I'll finish," he declared, resuming his assault.

I fought the urge to moan again, opting instead to cry.

His touch was intoxicating, my body betraying me despite my resistance.

I couldn't understand why this was happening to me. Why me? Was this some punishment for my past behavior?

If so, it was too much. I didn't deserve this!

But as his actions intensified, I found it increasingly difficult to resist. My body wanted it, despite my mind's protests.

I surrendered to him, kissing him back, consumed by desire and despair.

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