Ashton
I did not realize that I had fallen asleep again after Zie used my body. He fuck me so good last night that my body is aching right now. Until now I can still feel that my asshole is slightly open because of his massive size.
I was about to get up from the bed when suddenly I felt the yacht shaking, it seems like it's going into another direction or what, I don't know and I don't care, it doesn't matter to me. I have no clue of what was going on, I'm still stuck in this hell of a room because it's so hot in here. Also, nothing has changed, I still can't see anything because of the darkness but after a few hours of being stuck inside this room, I'm starting to get used to the darkness.
I gently capped the side of the bed and my brows instantly furrowed when the only thing I touch is the soft mattr
Ashton I was just standing on the corner, there were almost ten guards inside the room including their boss who was staring at them with deadly eyes. I can't figure out why this was called the torture room when the only thing I could see inside was the king-size bed and the huge cabinets around. I mean the torture room that movies and books always trying to visualize is that torture room is a messy room with a stinky smell and lots of paraphernalia that used to kill anything that moves, but this room is far from that, this room could pass as an entertainment room if only there is a flat-screen TV in here. I can feel the tension inside the room while their boss is sitting in a chair full of haughtiness. Until now, I still don't know his name but I don't care, it's doesn't matter to me. We had been standi
Ashton "What are you waiting for? Give us a good show." Their boss commanded with an authoritative voice, I felt his grip on my waist tighten. Even though I hate sitting on someone else's lap, I mean I don't know him and it feels so uncomfortable having his hands wrapped around my waist, but I could not complain because in this room, I'm just nobody and as much as I want to slap this man, I rather not do it because I know I'm going to regret it later. I'm scared that he gets angry at me and decided to just kill me. Pang slowly ambled towards the bed, I could still see on his face that he was still hesitant about what he was asked to do. As Pang approached the bed, he suddenly stopped and faced us with a stoic face. "I-I saw Ron last night enter his room, boss." Pang's voice was weak as he pointed his finger towards my direction causing me to suddenly feel nervous. "What are you trying to say?" Their boss asked without emotion in his tone, it was as if he's bored. "What the fuck, b
Ashton "What the fuck, Vin? This is your fucking punishment and you should be the one suffering, but by the looks of it, I feel like I'm the one being punished." Pang said with gritted teeth, his face darkened as he tried with all his might to get out of the handcuffs that were gripping on his wrist tightly. Until now, Vin is still lying above Pang's muscular body. "Well, I suggest you get used to this already, Pang. This is how the world work, it's not my fault that you're a lousy fucker. Tsk, you are the most dangerous assassin, as they say, Pang. What will your clients think of you when they find out that someone is gonna ripped your ass today." Vin said mockingly causing Pang to become even angrier. Vin thought that Pang could do nothing anymore because he was handcuffed, but while Vin was gri
Ashton "What the fuck? If you still don't want me to move then I bet my dick will soften. You're taking too long to get used to my huge dick, Vin." Pang complains gritting his teeth, he is getting bored and he's also having a hard time controlling his erection because it's already a minute or worst two and Vin still does not allow him to move and thrust his dick in and out in his asshole. "What the fuck too, Pang. You keep on moving which makes the pain get worse, and stop complaining because it's not my problem that your dick is massive. I think the pain will never subside." Vin sharply replied, his face wrinkled in too much pain as he tried to catch his breath. As I watched Pang and Vin, I couldn't help but felt amused by them, it seemed like they didn't like what they were doing because they had been
Ashton "W-Why would you kill them? They did what you wanted?" I asked Luciano when I could no longer control myself, I felt a mixture of anger and fear now. I don't know where did I get the courage to speak up to him but I think it's because I'm feeling annoyed with him. He treats his people as his possession as if he owns every one of us here inside the room. "Brave of you to stand up for them, babe. Tough luck but no, I wouldn't change my mind just because you said so." Luciano replied in a lifeless tone as if he doesn't care if someone dies. "But boss, we did what you told us to do, I let Pang fuck me even though we're not the real culprit," Vin complains and slowly got up from the bed when he hears Luciano order Klen to kill them. Pang, on the other hand, remained silent but was nervous as well.
Ashton "Are you kidding me? What you said was that only Klen and Ron would stay in the room." I complained and stepped and begin to ambled towards the exit but Klen quickly grabbed my arm and force me to turn my body in front of Luciano who's glaring at me. I swallowed my saliva in extreme nervousness. "No can do, babe. You stay here." Luciano spoke with an authoritative voice. He was looking at me as if he'll snap my neck if he hears me complain again. "Of course, I'm staying in the room," I said and faked a smile but deep inside I was having a panic attack. Why would he want me to stay inside the torture room? My knees were shaking as I walked towards the seat where Luciano was sitting earlier. I gulped when I heard the door closed.
Ashton "Let me help you," I said softly causing Ron to look up, his eyebrows rose when he saw me but he then looked down and get back to what he's doing after smirking at me. "I'm an assassin, I'm capable of nursing myself but thanks," Ron replied as he poured the alcohol on his palm where the bullet had penetrated. I couldn't help but frown at what he was doing, a moment later Ron stopped pouring the alcohol on his palm and took the clothes lying on the bed and put it in his mouth, he took the bottle of wine again and poured it in his palm, Ron was trying to suppress the pain by biting the shirt, he was trying not to make any noise. I don't know why and I don't get it why he pours alcohol on his palm but I guess it might be because he does not want his hands to get infected.
Ashton "Follow me, babe," Luciano ordered so I immediately looked in his direction, my brows furrowed when I noticed his tee-shirt that's full of blood, he also has a wound on his shoulder but when I look at his face it looks like he is used to being injured or getting wounds. He doesn't even look like in pain. "Are you deaf, babe? I said follow me." Luciano said authoritatively but instead of feeling nervous, I only feel annoyance now apart from the fear of what I just witnessed earlier. "What the fuck? I have a fucking name, my name is fucking Ashton so stop calling me babe, boy, or kid. Fuck you all!" I shouted and pointed my finger to Luciano's people, I could no longer control myself because I was so annoyed and sick of them calling me those names. I don't know where I got the strength to swe