HAKAN~After the woman nearly killed me with a heart attack by trying to shoot herself, I dragged her into the house and this time, she didn’t resist. The rest of them had gone to their rooms so I took her to mine. Everywhere we passed, she kept twisting and turning to look around, not to check for escape routes like I usually would when I entered a new place, but because she was taking in everything. The floors, the ceiling, the walls, and the interior decor of my house. The inside of my mansion made even more of a statement than the outside. Everything was placed strategically to show off my wealth so whenever I had guests over, no one would dare question my status.The only part of the house that was simple compared to the rest were the bedrooms. Since no guests would be allowed in our private spaces, each of us had designed our bedrooms to suit our personal tastes. As I opened the door to my room, we left opulence and stepped into modern elegance. The colours were in varying shad
NIGHTINGALE*I waited to see if he was bluffing but I should have known by now that Hakan wasn’t like the other men I serviced while I worked on the streets. He had my hands pinned above my head and even when I tried to move my hips and force his fingers back into me, he moved farther away.“Say it, Nightingale. Tell me I’m the only one who makes you feel this good.” He whispered against my lips.He was the only man who could make me delirious with pleasure but I didn’t want to say it because it felt like I was letting him win if I do so. I could feel his hardness against me and I knew that he wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. So I held on to my defiance and refused to speak, hoping that his control would snap and he would still fuck me. Instead he stripped me naked and bent me over the bed in less than two minutes.I was embarrassed by how wet I was, I knew that his hand was soaked with my juices and so were my thighs. But I don’t seem to be able to control my body’s reaction
HAKAN~I should probably see a therapist. My obsession with this woman was unreal and probably psychotic at this point. Seeing my cum on her skin filled me with such delight that even I could recognise how unhinged it was. Even after I just came hard enough to see stars, I could feel my dick twitch at the sight before me. Meanwhile, she was suffering. Needy whimpers escaped her lips as she wiggled her hips and begged me to let her cum.. But I stepped away from the bed and tucked myself back into my slacks. Since I hadn’t gotten fully undressed, I only had to fix my zip and belt and she turned to glare at me while I did so.“What was that for? I did all you asked of me. I said what you wanted me to, so why did you leave me hanging?”“This was a punishment, remember? You don’t get to cum until I think you’ve earned it.”“Fuck you. I’ll just do it myself. I don’t need you.”She moved to put her hands between her legs and I grabbed her wrists.“Don’t you dare. This body belongs to me and
NIGHTINGALE~“I’m not crazy.”“Therapy isn’t for crazy people. It will help your detox process.”How do I explain to these people in a way that they would understand? I don't want to detox, I definitely don't want therapy because no matter what she says therapy is just a way for them to know what's in my head and see if I'm insane. I just want to keep living in blissful oblivion.“I don’t want it, I don’t want to get clean either. I was basically kidnapped and forced to do all this. You’re part of this, so you’re basically a criminal too, doctor.” I said to her and she just smiled but her smile looked sad for some reason.“Then you’re lucky you have someone who cares enough to want you to live. If I had the guts to do what he’s doing for you, my twin brother would still be alive.”As she said this, I blinked repeatedly. I felt a twinge of guilt for bringing up something that obviously hurt her but just because her twin died doesn't mean I will. I've been using hard drugs for several
HAKAN*Nightingale was relapsing. Somehow during the discussion with the doctor, being horny was no longer enough to stave off the withdrawal symptoms. Her eyes kept moving around, not being able to focus on one thing at a time to show her restlessness, then threatening me with a desk lamp like that would stop me from coming to her.When I told her that I would rather have her hate, I meant every word. Because even if she hates me, she is still mine so she would remain by my side. But if I let this addiction kill her, then she would be separated from me forever. I won't let her out of my sight ever again. Not even death is allowed to take her from me. I heard the doctor walk away to give us privacy but I didn't turn to bid her farewell when all my focus was on the woman before me."Then don't watch me. Turn away so you won't see me make a mess of myself." She whispered to me but it wasn't her words that made my chest ache, it was the look of absolute defeat in her eyes.The Nightinga
HAKAN*The rest of the day went by smoothly, but at night, Nightingale got worse. She was feverish and she couldn't stop it itching her arms. She had little bleeding stripes and bruises from her fingernails. I had to tie her wrists to the bedpost to stop her from harming herself even more, but being restrained made her even more restless so she began to attack me with her legs."I hate you! Why did you bring me here? I hate you so much!" She screamed and nearly knocked my teeth out with a kick.I held her ankles and pinned them to the bed so she couldn't hurt me."Please, it hurts. I n.need, just give me a pill.""You've already had your night dose of the medication Doctor Kyren prescribed to wean you of your addiction. You can't have more." I spoke calmly in order not to agitate her but she still yelled at me."I DON'T WANT HER MEDICATION! T.they're not strong enough. I need a stronger dose or just give me something else, cocaine, heroin, meth, I don't fucking care. Please. It hurts
NIGHTINGALE ~I felt so warm. It was like being on a cloud heated by the sun, floating around the sky. It was weird but I felt… safe. That was the only word to describe it with. It’s been a long time since I felt that way, yet for some reason I couldn’t remember why I felt like that now. Then suddenly the scene changed. I was no longer floating, my feet were firmly planted on the ground but it was barren land as far as the eyes could see. Then I felt a presence right before I saw him appear on the horizon.‘Hakan’ That was his name, I could remember that, yet I couldn’t remember why I knew the name. But my body responded to him like it had been trained to do so. It was Pavlonian conditioning at its finest. My nipples hardened and I felt myself get wet between my legs. I wanted to get on my knees and beg him to relieve the ache in my body. Yet, he was a stranger.He strode towards me, basically glistening under the sun’s rays. His steps unhurried, drawing out the moment by staring at
HAKAN*After her emotional outburst in the bathtub, I could feel Nightingale withdrawing from me. She probably felt embarrassed after crying in my arms. I didn’t mind that, in fact, it was actually better for her to start letting out some of the grief she kept bottled up since she lost her sister. Her despair was just because she was carrying too much burden in her heart and soul, letting it all out may help her recover her will to live. Since she had no clothes of her own yet, she had to wear one of my shirts and a smaller sized sweat pant that was still too big for her. She looked adorable in oversized clothes, but because of the frown on her face, I didn’t tell her that. She was grumpy because I refused to let her have ice cream for breakfast. She needed to keep up a proper diet in order to gain some healthy weight, and binge eating icecream was not the way to do it.Our first stop was a private hospital owned by one of my alias companies. I booked a VIP room and had the doctor a