The next day he informed the maid to look after Ruby as she needed some special care. And after that he went to his office, the meeting he had been scheduling again and again were now on pending. And Joseph was very worried because Dawson had never been this much careless. He wore his black suit on, and then wrapping the Rolex watch around his thick wrist he stepped out of his room not before spraying his personally favourite fragrance on his body. Joseph already stood there in lounge holding the iPad in his hand and penning down important things, waiting for Dawson to arrive. Just as Dawson arrived he followed him to the black Mercedes, as the driver opened the door for him. He was used to skipping breakfasts when he had important meetings. He mostly enjoyed breakfast in his office where his building provided a great view from the top where his office was located. The view somehow didn't make him feel lonely and that's how he spen

As soon she reached the large metal gates, she stopped. The large metal rods had a large lock fixated on it. She didn’t know how to open that because it required a password to unlock it. In frustration she started jangling the huge gates with her hands, as her heart started to well up. She was extremely disappointed.  She was so close to her freedom and gates wouldn’t open. She banged her hurting head against the metal rod and cried loudly. But no one was there to hear her screams and wails. She wanted the gates to open and she would just run out back to her home.  She banged the gates with so much force that her hands started to hurt again. She didn’t care if she was getting bruised again in the process.  All the while he stood there, watching her with a satisfied smile. She looked so perfect, struggling for her freedom and here he was more intelligent than her. How can he leave the gates unlock when he held a prisoner in home.  After crying fo

He backed away his hand from her jaw and gripped her throat as he lost his control over his anger. He didn't realize what he was actually doing. Gripping her throat, she was suffocating. She helplessly tried to back away his hands as she tried to scratch his hands with her nails but it was not working. Her eyes were constantly falling into the darkness as she was struggling to inhale air. And he wanted to kill her. Take his revenge and end her. But somehow it couldn't happen, because his other part didn't wanted her to die. It wanted her to live and devour her body out of lust which he was craving since a week now. Killing her would be no use, why don't he make her personal whore? To make her suffer the most after all death is not a punishment, it is a bail and life is the real punishment in which you suffer and constantly go through pain. His conscious advised him to make her his slave, his prisoner, it would be more pleasurable. And that's how he let go o

Flashback "Sir what should I do with this?" Joseph asked without knowing what to do with Ruby's bag which he found after she fainted. Till two days it remained in his car and then it caught his eye when the driver was placing his bag in the backseat. "What is it?" Dawson asked without giving him a glance and continue typing on his laptop. "Sir it's Miss Ruby's bag and there's an old diary and a broken phone in it along with some dollars" Joseph replied to him after he searched the bag. "What diary?" Dawson asked curiously. "It's an old diary, probably belongs to Samantha. In short it's a journal in which Samantha wrote many things" Joseph replied. "Is there anything important in it, that Ruby carried it along with herself to her grave?" Dawson asked hinting at the possibilities in it. "Maybe I haven't read it yet. But I'll report you shortly after I figure it out" Joseph replied and w

It was 01:00 am in the morning when she woke breathing heavily and her forehead covered in thick sweat. She was constantly having nightmares since she arrived but couldn't put up with it. Every night her sleep was disturbed like this. She stood up from the bed to drink water. But it seemed like Amber forgot to place the jug on the table. She was utterly terrified of going out of the room alone at this hour but her throat was itching with dryness. Leaving no choice she wore her slippers and opened the door to go to the kitchen. The lights were off as usual and cold breeze was blowing through the windows and into the house. After monsoon, the winters were expected as the breeze felt chilly. She was wearing very light clothes so she felt herself getting cold. She rubbed her hands around her shoulders and upper arms, in sense of warming her up. The warm sweat was now giving her a sensation of coolness as it evaporated slowly. She stepp