DANTE“Riddle me this,” Enzo said, watching me send the punching bag off its hinges. “A man gets a splint stuck in his thumb. Thankfully, it’s not a big one neither is it deep enough to require surgery. Yet, said man has refused to take said splint out or allow anyone to take it out for him. Instead, he cradles his injured finger and lets the weight of his pain fall on everyone around him. How could this be?”I ignored him, picking up the punching bag and attaching it back, readying myself for the next punch.I intentionally refused to spar with Enzo today, I did not trust myself to not batter his face. As resourceful as he was, he wasn’t the best fighter. A defect he seemed to take pride in. I vented out the weight of my anger on the bag, this time, sending it flying across the room and too far for me to retrieve. Rubbing my fists together, I stared murderously at the bag resting close to the exit and turned to Enzo who immediately shook his head indicating he’ll neither be pickin
“I don’t know what it is about you, but I’d be very for my life and live what is left of it quietly if I were you,” Collin one of Dante’s guards said as he walked into my cell with a bunch of keys. “Stand.” “Huh?” I questioned, peering at him through heavy lids. I was tired. Not just physically but emotionally too. Honestly, I felt more drained emotionally than I did physically. “Get up!” He ordered harshly and I rose on wobbly feet, holding the wall next to me for support as the room spun around me. I had not stood on my feet since Dante shoved himself into me and discarded me like a used condom. It took a moment for my body to get used to bearing the weight of my body again. Collin walked around me and I heard the jingling of keys before I felt the weight of the chains drop from my wrists. I spun on my heels and felt immediately nauseous, “What is going on? Where are you taking me?” He ignored me, bending to unlock the chains around my ankles. “Miss Carter w
BELLAI felt someone’s fingers threading softly through my hair, I should have been startled but it felt so good.I lay there, savoring the feeling of being touched softly. I couldn’t remember the last time someone touched me with the slightest bit of care or affection. I didn’t know how much I craved to be held softly until now. Every finger that had touched me was from a place of selfishness and was born of sexual desires. If I got a hug, I might just fall apart from the weight of the emotions I’m carrying.The person who probably held my hand with the slightest bit of care was Ronan. There was Vivian too but that was a long long time ago.She was the only one who would tackle me with random hugs, try to braid my hair, and even cuddle me sometimes.I always pushed her off, claiming I wasn’t a fan of physical touch but the truth was, I didn’t know what to do with affection, nor did I know how to return it.The concept of it felt too ambiguous and almost laughable to me. What do you
BELLAI paced back and forth while waiting for Vivian to exit Miss Carter's office. I couldn’t relax knowing I was the reason she was in there and I won’t forgive myself if she got into any trouble because of me.I nervously chewed at my thumb, glancing at the wall clock for what would be the hundredth time, and the whole of seven minutes had passed with her in the witch's lair.I always guessed I had a bit of bad luck, I mean I’ve been screaming it since day one but now, I wasn’t sure it was just ill luck. Maybe I was cursed, maybe some evil French woman did some sort of voodoo on me because how does shit always seek me out wherever I go?Ill luck was me getting into troubles that were sometimes of my own making. This was everyone who tried to as much to stand up for me getting into trouble and even losing their lives while the culprits always went Scott free.I heard Miss Carter's door open and practically dashed to it to be met by the unpleasantness that was Anna.She was wearing a
BELLAFuck me sideways.The big guy upstairs really did say he’ll deliver my enemies into my hands and he just did it in the best way. When my shock at the scene before me finally wore off -which happened in seconds, as I had no prior high expectations of the duo- I could feel a shit-eating grin stretching out my lips as I watched them look at me in part horror and part hatred.“Fancy seeing you here Miss Carter, or should I say, Rose.” I smiled, walking out of my hiding place and her glare intensified. “The situation at hand is quite the leveling ground, you certainly don’t expect titles after what I just witnessed,” I said, gesturing at their current state of undress. I let a fake shiver run through me as I directed my attention to Anna. ”Please put on some clothes, the sight of your bare body is giving me the heebie-jeebies. I already have a lot of nightmares plaguing me as it seems.”She was oddly quiet and compliant for a renowned talkative and bully and I got the dopamine kick
Bella. “Next we have Isabella,” the auctioneer announced with lecherous smile. “She turned eighteen two weeks ago. Height: 5’7 with a sweet weight of just 58kg. Her boobs are 32 inches, her waist is 22 inches, and her hips are a generous 39 inches.” He rambled off without glancing at the paper containing my details. “Hair colour is blonde, natural. Blue eyes and all that. The rest of her less interesting details are included in the file before you. And if you’re yet to catch up, she is madame Charlotte's diamond of the season. A look at her and you can already tell what she was trained for.” He smirked, causing the crowd to chuckle.“Turn around dear, let them get a good look at you. Bidding starts at $1,000,000.” He announced, casting a lustful gaze at me.“Least I forget, she’s purely a virgin.” He added like it the cherry on top, leaving murmurs of excitement and satisfaction in his wake.I felt disgust crawl all over me, almost pulling my lunch to the surface, a surface I desper
Bella.“There are rules guiding this establishment, rules you’re expected to strictly adhere to. Under no circumstances are you to break any of them, not one. Am I clear?” A middle aged woman who looked like the lower budget of Madame C addressed us. The movies were right, the actual wolves did put on sheep clothings and the worst of criminals were dressed in expensive suits and dresses, no tattoos or piercings in sight. “Yes Ma’am.” We chorused.“Some of these rules are general, while some will be particular to the division you’ve been placed. Yes, divisions,” she repeated, probably seeing the questioning looks we threw her way. “I am certain you all weren’t trained the same way in your place of……grooming.” She continued, pacing back and forth and observing us like we were under a lens. “And even you were trained in a similar manner, I’m certain you all didn’t go for the same price.” She pinned her gaze on me as though she was trying to send a message. I was very intent on not re
Bella.I ended the dance with my signature split, hands running from my boobs to my pussy as I maintained eye contact with my chosen prey. It was a method Madame C taught me herself. She always said to pick a face in the crowd, preferably a the most intimidating face you can find and perform for them. You can send teasing glances to the other men in the room but make sure you don’t break the spell with your client of choice. She said men had fragile egos and this would send the others I didn’t pick into some sort of frenzy, trying to draw my attention while my client of choice would get an ego boost like there was something about him that made him better than the other men. It didn’t make sense to me at first but in two months, I’d realized she was absolutely right. She was in fact right about a lot of things. I picked myself off the stage in the most sensual manner known to man and stalked off without a goodbye bow or a glance in their direction. I liked to dismiss the night lik