Chapter 5 5

CORA.

That monster!

He had the nerve to unalive that man. That poor man.

I shot him with a pistol and didn't blink.

His heart didn't skip a beat as the gunshot bore a hole through that man's chest.

Heartless bastard!

How dare he!

And his nerve to make me touch a pistol. The cold metal still had its imprint on me. I could still feel it.

I was scared.

I sat there, shivering with my hand supporting my body while I was in his bed.

I was still naked. My breast was bare to the bright chandelier light above my head.

The thick sheets wrapped around my legs, almost like he had left me.

The Baron, or whatever he was called, had left moments before. Maybe even an hour before, but yet I hadn't recovered.

"I need to get out of here!" I slapped myself, forcing myself to snap out of my thoughts.

Yes.

Escape. There was no way I could stay here with cruel men like this.

Not after I had witnessed what he could do firsthand.

As I scrambled out of bed, forcing myself to the bathroom to wash my face and hands, I caught a quick reflection of myself.

Naked.

Bare.

A flash memory of him on top of me lingered in my mind.

His touch.

His kiss.

I wasn't sure I had met a man who had been so tender with me.

Or was it because he had kidnapped me from Dante?

No! I was not going to let his words touch me. I had to leave.

I slid into my underwear and then my dress before I walked out of the door.

I passed through the first room and then the next. Unsure of where I was, I found a window and poked my face out of it.

"Goodness!" I squeaked. One wrong slip and I might have been dead. Fallen from the fifth floor of a tall building, facedown on a busy road.

I pulled back to assess my situation.

Where was I?

I found no landmarks.

No McDonald's or Starbucks.

No popular billboards or anything that I could pick on.

A part of me felt lost.

Where had he taken me?

A creak dragged me out of my thoughts. It had to mean he was returning, and that was no good news.

I spun on my feet and quickly gripped the nearest door that led to the staircase.

My head poked down. There was no one coming up; instead, the men were descending to my floor.

I heard his voice.

"Have the body moved. I wouldn't want to kill the rest of the men today. I'll keep them as prisoners; when I get my money, we'll end their lives. Understood?!"

His men chorused like minions, "Yes, boss!"

And then he hand-signalled them to move while he began descending the stairs to my floor.

This was my chance.

Quickly I ran to the side of the wall.

I leaned with my back, holding my breath as I pushed forward, step by step.

Making sure my weight didn't creak underneath the stairs.

The Baron marched to the door and then got inside. It wasn't until he had locked the keys in that I dared to run through.

Without looking back, I raced down the staircase. I held my breath; my wobbly legs danced unsteadily through each flight as I fought with all the strength I had left to escape him.

I soon came to find that it was of no use.

I descended the staircase to the last floor.

I battled with the locks and won. I scavenged through the parking lot like I was a thief searching for gold until I finally found my escape route.

I thought I was free, but just as soon as I was about to taste victory.

The Baron called out for me.

"Hey, baby girl." He growled. "Where do you think you're going?"

My heart skipped a beat at the recognition of his voice. My stomach churned with fear.

"Oh no." I swallowed, gently turning back to face my doom.

"I thought I told you not to run away."

"I wasn't leaving." I immediately answered, frozen in place. "I was only taking in fresh air."

He started moving and didn't stop until he was breathing away from me.

He was a tall man. Handsome but intimidating enough to scare anyone who stood close to him and with memories of how I had seen him shoot the other man. I was shaking my pants.

"I can promise you...I... I... wasn't escaping. I was just walking around for fresh air." I started; tears already flooded my eyes.

"Don't you ever lie to me..." He growled again, leaning into my face, his lips barely inches away from mine.

His eyes locked on mine, causing my heart to skip a beat.

He sensed my discomfort. I could see the smirk on his face from it.

"If you weren't a virgin, I promise you wouldn't be able to sit for a week for lying to me."

I gulped hard.

Did he mean he would spank me with pleasure in mind or a literal beating?

A part of me wished I could ask, but the other part of me was too scared to say a word.

"I didn't mean to run away. Please... forgive me. It isn't what it seems. I'm sorry."

He watched my lips move with a kind of desperation I hadn't quite seen before. Like he was begging for me to speak.

"Shhhh..." he ended up hushing me.

"You don't need to beg me like this. There are other ways you can do that. I'll show you."

Without a warning, I watched him bend, and the next thing I knew, I was hanging from his shoulder, my head swung without caution. My eyes spun. I suddenly became dizzy.

And I told him!

"Please set me down," I begged.

He didn't care. He smacked my ass and roared with laughter.

"That's good enough for me. More lubrication for when I need to stick myself in your mouth. Just wait till we get to the room...."

******

The caution I had spent escaping The Baron amounted to nothing.

Not with the way he carried me over his shoulder like a sack of rice.

Parading me through as we walked past his guards and the rest of the staff in that building.

I picked my mistake while we walked. While escaping, I barely had time to notice the CCTV camera that had been stationed in every corner of the building.

That must have been how he had easily found me, I said to myself.

"Here!" He yawned as he threw me off his shoulder and onto his bed.

He went around his bed slowly as he peeled off his shirt and the rest of his innerwear.

"You're lucky. I am in a great mood. If I weren't so happy, I would teach you a great lesson, but thank your stars."

He unbuckled his belt, dropped his pants to his knees, and stroked the thickness that had grown in the boxer he wore.

"But all that is behind us..." He turned to me with an eerie smile.

Seeing how gently he stroked himself stirred something inside of me.

It was true I had never been with a man.

But that didn't mean I didn't have feelings.

I didn't feel the heartbeat in between my legs and the intense jump my heart was having as I watched Baron.

I was a virgin, true, but in my mind, I had slept with him a thousand times now.

"Aren't you going to answer me, baby girl?"

He stopped stroking. Paused to look me straight in the eye and then continued.

"Do you like what you see?"

I still wouldn't answer.

Not because I didn't want to.

But because I was ashamed.

Ashamed of my thoughts.

I wanted him so badly that it hurt my insides.

A few minutes ago, I was terrified of him.

Then I had tried to escape, and now, I wanted him to ram through me like he had no life to live tomorrow.

Was I a slut?

Was I no less than those strippers for thinking this way?

"Speak!" He commanded.

That shot me out of my thoughts; I was now present with him.

When he had my full attention, he snapped his free hand in my face.

"Because you're a virgin, I won't treat you like I treat the other woman. I'll be gentle with you."

Somehow, that made my heart sink.

I didn't know if I was happy or saddened.

"Thank you," I muttered.

"I'll even give you a choice." He added.

His smile had returned, and so had his stroking.

"I'm hard now, and I want you. Do you want me to?"

My lips quivered.

The answer was yes, but why was it so hard to say?

Hand on his budge and a raised eyebrow at me, he swiped his tongue on his lower lips gently, "Talk to me, baby girl... What do you want?"

"I want... I need...I'm not sure."

"Make up your mind, baby girl. Don't keep me waiting." He groaned.

"I...I want you to...to...leave me alone." I screamed.

A moment later, my eyes widened at the words that had just spewed out of my mouth. That was not what I had in mind.

That was not how I was feeling.

How could-wait! What!!!

He looked at me like I had committed worse than murder. His eyes turned red, and his hands left his hardened cock.

I could see anger flash on his face, but along with it, came silence.

Deafening silence.

I opened my mouth to ask him to wait.

I could explain.

But before I could say a word. He had left and locked me inside.

I turned to my reflection on the stand beside the bed and slapped my lip.

"Now you've said something you weren't supposed to...What are you going to do?!"