Chapter 5 BLUE EYES

BILLIONAIRE THIRST FOR LOVE

Chapter five

A young brunette girl was brought in. She looked half-naked, the flimsy gown she wore barely covered her cleavages down to her ass cracks made noticeable as she walked.

She had sea-blue eyes, with an innocence that was captivating and pure.

"Hey, will you walk!" The Boss raged, the girl stood at the corner fidgeting with her fingers and the hem of her short dress.

She looked like a scared mouse, oblivious of her environment.

I felt sorry for her, why would a young girl be here? She barely looked eighteen. I was mentally sizing up her age.

My eyes wandered from her head to her toes, I was in pain from the manhandling from the kidnappers but my heart constricted far worse when my gaze met her.

Is this place a kingpin for kidnappers? Why were no other people held hostage? What had they subjected this young girl to? My heart breaks for her and I didn't know when a teardrop slipped down my cheek.

"Oh lover boy, spilling tears like a fool." The boss mocks, rotating a knife to the air trying to scare me.

"What do you plan to do with her?" I yelled. Of the truth, I didn't know where the courage came from but I hated not to fight back.

"Who are you talking to?"

"Bastard! I'm talking to you coward!" I barked, bravely with fire in my soul ready to rip him to shreds if given the chance.

The young girl's eyes widened in fear as she heard what I said. She kept her eye contact with me and shook her head in worry out of fear of what their Boss would do to me.

A hard kick had me spitting blood coupled with two punches on my face that left my nostril dripping with blood.

"You had the guts to talk back to me?! You wanna play tough huh?" He ripped my shirt off with the knife and had his boys settle me on a chair and tied me up in strong ropes.

Fuck! What did they have in mind?

"Susan!"

Susan remained mute, she had fear in her eyes and it was so easy for me to read through her and understand her body language.

Words are the last thing on how to communicate and this day was a great reminder of how I could pick my fingers on body language without words.

I understood she was afraid and hoped the Boss would not tell her to hurt me.

"You keep me silent?"

"No... um.." She shivered in fear as her lips quivered.

He pulled at her hair roughly, as his fingers dug roughly into her scalp. He yanked at her hair hard as pain jolted through her.

"Ahhh..." She screamed in pain, trying to push his hands off her.

"Shut up bitch! Next time I call your stupid name answer immediately you hear that?" He growled into her ear and pushed her roughly to the floor as she moaned in pain.

"Yes." She replied as tears streamed down her cheek.

"Why don't you pick on someone your size? Leave her alone, punish me but let her go!" I raged. My heart clenched with rage seeing the young girl sprawled on the floor writhing in pain.

He claps his hands, "That's so touching, lover boy. You truly care for a slut you know nothing about?"

"She's not a slut!" I yelled and the Boss slapped me hard across the face.

"You say she isn't a slut? Now Susan will you show us a little demonstration?" He ordered fiercely with a stupid smirk sending shivers down her spine.

"What?" Her innocent blue eyes almost turned pale.

"Strip!" He ordered and her head spun.

"Please don't make her do this. Let her go and face me." I begged in my state of helplessness when I noticed Susan's hesitation to strip. I've come to realize what followed next when the Boss request isn't met, it comes with punishments and torture.

I didn't want that for Susan; there I was wishing my bodyguard Cross was here or even knew where I went but sadly I sneaked out of the house of my own accord when he asked me not to.

Now I would pay the price for my actions!

"She's my slave and would do everything I asked of her because I own her body and soul. Now bitch move it before I descend on you." Boss yelled harshly.

Susan had pain in her eyes and started peeling the gown off her skin. The clothing material wasn't any better because she looked half-naked but it served as her only shield from her vulnerability.

"Hey take it off slowly, give us a show!" Boss ordered again, as he smirked in amusement seeing the pain in my eyes watching her strip to the lustful gazes of the males in the room.

"Okay," Susan muttered and flicked her fingers on her nipples while shaking her ass in their faces. Her boobs bounced and her ass clapped, displaying her pink clit.

"What did you say again she isn't...." They roared in laughter, as Susan stopped the public display and fixed her gaze on the floor.

"You forced her to do it. She's not a slut. Bastard!!" A roar escaped my throat with a visible scowl printed on my face.

Even though I felt disgusted with the act it doesn't mean I would degrade her because of anything, the young girl was frightened and had to follow orders or get killed.

What was she supposed to do?