Dymond.
Three days in this "cell" is enough to send my mind to the verge of crumbling into insanity.
It is cold in here, the walls are impersonal. And the stares of the security men do not make it better. The entire situation still feels like a whirlwind to me.
I was broke, hungry and desperate. And all I did was steal a piece of jewelry, just like I have done countless times in the past six months. But I have learned during my stay in here, that the diamond I stole belongs to a very powerful, ruthless and wealthy billionaire, Nile Garres.
I had thought the diamond was a regular one, until I heard one of the guards saying it was mined from an asteroid. Well, I finally messed up.
How was I to know, anyway? It looks just like a normal diamond, only bigger and shinier.
Actually, it felt really heavy in my pockets as well, in the thirty minutes when it was in my possession before I got captured. But after meeting their employer, I am not one bit sorry for stealing from him. The guy is unbelievably arrogant and entitled.
I have to beg for my freedom?
Why does he not just throw me in jail? Maybe that would have been to my benefit, anyway. Because it seems only prison can save me from my miserable life.
I shift my wrists against the cuffs, but not too hard, so I do not bruise myself. Since I got locked in here, the guards only bring in food and watch me eat, thrice a day. The same food, every time. I realize now that it is some type of punishment technique. A female guard takes me to a bathroom to ease myself at intervals, but never let me take a shower.
So I am currently sitting in a cold metal chair, wearing the same dress and underwear for three days, and going mad from the silence.
The door suddenly opens, and the head security guard called Mike walks in holding some keys.
"Mr. Garres has ordered your release." He says monotonously, unlocking the cuffs around my wrists.
I am speechless with shock, watching his movements with wide eyes. That arrogant boss of theirs really told him to let me go? Suspicion slithers into my mind and I back further into my chair, shaking my head,
"Don't touch me! Are you guys trying to take me somewhere to kill me?"
Mike arches an eyebrow, "Mr. Garres just has no time for petty criminals like you. You being here is more of a nuisance to him than stealing his jewel."
I scoff, incredulous. And above all, in disbelief. Something just seems too fishy about the way he is letting me go just like that.
All of a sudden, I see him slip out a white towel from inside his inner pocket. My eyes widen in recognition and I try to lunge away from him. He is unfortunately too fast. One big arm locks around my shoulders and upper arms, completely immobilizing me.
I struggle and try to scream, but his hand presses the towel against my mouth and nose, cutting my scream off.
A foul chemical makes its way into my airways almost instantly, and my struggle immediately grow sluggish. My eyelids droop without my consent, and I am still trying to scream when I completely go unconscious.
The rocking of a vehicle rouses me out of my drug induced slumber, and I blink sluggishly, looking around slowly. All of that grogginess snaps off when I see two men in suits on either side of me, in the backseat. And Mike is driving.
"Where are you taking me?! This is illegal!" I scream anxiously. "How dare you drug me?!"
Something about my words seem to be amusing to them, as I catch grins and smirks appearing on their faces.
Mike swerves sharply into a rowdy street, and stops the car.
"Now." He says.
I am confused, until one of the guards at my sides opens his seat door and steps out, yanking me out along with him. He pushes me towards the streets and gets back in, slamming the door shut. Just like that, the car sped off. I am standing in the asphalt dust, staring after them, completely stunned.
I am free? They just let me go?
I am not sure what is actually happening, but I will not wait for the to change their mind and come back to recapture me. Hurriedly, I turn away from the spot and try my best to blend in with the crowd.
The night life seems to be at its peak, with streetlights, roadside stalls selling street food, and young people laughing and making videos of themselves having a good time.
That life is nothing like mine.
I push myself to move forward, not sure where I am headed, but I just have to make sure I don't leave a trail. I am experienced in hiding myself when I don't want to be found, so it is pretty easy for me to do this.
I did spend the last six months on the run, after all.
After what seems like an hour, I am breathing hard and in a completely different area. It is still crowdy, with noise and laughter, and that is perfect. But that does not stop fear from filling my veins because I know that soon, the streets will get more deserted and more dangerous for a woman to be roaming about all alone.
I have no money, no shelter for the night, and desperation clawed at me.
Out of habit, I find myself looking over my shoulder too many times as I came up with a plan to steal some wallets from random people in the crowd. I could make a few dollars to help me get off the streets for the night, at least.
I am so invested in my thoughts that some group of girls bump into me, and I get shoved sideways.
"Watch where you're going, homeless freak!" One of them snaps at me, and the rest giggle, simultaneously shooting me dirty looks as they walk past.
I am about to remind them that they bumped into me, when I register what she called me.
Homeless freak.
For the first time, I remember what I must look like to them. Dirty clothes, ruffled hair that has not been washed or brushed in three days. I basically look homeless. Still, their words sting, and I protectively place my hands around myself as if to hide my appearance.
My fingers feel something strange within the fabrics of my dress. Thin, stiff, like thick paper. That is the spot where my hidden pocket is.
I quickly shove my hand in and pull out the strange object. It is an envelope. I frown, because I do not remember putting this in there. The only thing I had placed there is the stolen diamond, and the guards quickly found it and took it away.
I pause. Could Mike have put this in my pocket while I was knocked out?
I turn the envelope over, and see the initials N.G printed at the edge. Nile Garres.
For some reason, my heart begins to race. I tear the envelope open and peer inside. What meets my eyes makes my jaw drop, because I have never seen a wad of cash this crisp, and huge for a very long time.
It is money.
Why will someone I stole from let me go scot free, and still give me money?
It makes no sense, but I do not need it to make sense, because I am already moving down the street, towards the nearest hotel. I ignore the stares following me as I walk up to the reception and ask for a room for the night.
"Of course, Miss. Please wait in the reception for a moment while we prepare a room for you." The receptionist smiles, trying not to stare at my disheveled state.
I nod, and turn around. Instead of going to sit on one of the couches, I cross over to the other door that led to some type of restaurant. I fill my belly with a hearty meal, and go back to the reception afterwards.
When I am finally taken to my room, I lock the door and move to shut all the windows and blinds. I usually do not take rooms on the first floor, for safety reasons, but now I do not have much of a choice as there were barely any other rooms available.
After I am sure my room is secure, I move into the bathroom to take a very long, and deeply relaxing bath. With my freshly washed hair wrapped in a towel, and my body wrapped in a bath robe, I step back into the bedroom.
The tiredness from the craziness of the past few days is finally catching up to me, and my bones sag in my own flesh as I stumble to the soft bed. All my body wants is sleep, but I know I will never sleep peacefully unless I make out my plans for tomorrow.
I can not stay in this hotel, or any hotel, longer than one night. Staying here is already a high risk, tomorrow, with the rest of the money, I have to head to the outskirts of the city. There I can spend a few days before I have to move again.
Thinking so hard, even while tired must have caused me to doze off, because the shrill sound of the telephone ringing suddenly jolts me awake.
I stifle my gasp, then reach for the telephone, wondering why the hotel staff would be calling by this time.
"Hello?"
"Miss, you are entitled to a limited spa offer, courtesy of the hotel. I was wondering if you would like a late night spa session, all for free?" The receptionist's voice comes in.
I sigh softly, "No, thank you."
"Alright, Miss. Have a good night."
The call ends, and I sink back into the bed, deciding it is better to get a good night rest so I can be more alert tomorrow. Pulling the sheets over my body, I snuggle into the pillows and slid my eyes closed.
But in the last split second, I catch something from the corner of my eye. My eyebrows furrow, and I move my eyes around, trying to figure out if I had really seen a tiny red light. I slowly sit up on the bed, stomach churning.
I have the habit of thinking I have seen things that could threaten my safety, even when I might be in a secure place. I do not blame myself, because that habit was born out of paranoia and trauma.
I have every reason to be paranoid.
But now, I am sure I had caught a glimpse of a tiny red dot from the light in the middle of the ceiling. Looking at it now, I can not see anything unusual.
I shiver, realizing that I had forgotten to do my routine checks in any room I sleep in.
When I stepped into this hotel room, I only locked the doors and windows. I did not check for anything strange.
That is a big mistake. Now, I regret being that careless.
With a gulp, I reach for the light switch on the wall beside my bed, and turn the lights off. I narrow my eyes and watch the lamp on the ceiling more closely. And it is right there.
A tiny red dot of light, coming from deep within the lamp. It is staring back at me.
My heart thunders, as a deathly cold run over my entire limbs. It is a camera. There is a camera right inside that light bulb, silently watching every single one of my movements.
It has been there, from the moment I stepped into this room.
The terror that seizes me, as I stare at the red dot in the darkness, is one of its kind.
Someone was watching me.
Dymond.I have no idea how long I spent frozen in space with terror, just watching the camera with wide eyes, but I am jolted out of my stupor when the telephone begins to ring again.I jump in shock, heart nearly tearing out of my chest.Panting, I reach for the telephone, not daring to take my eyes off the camera for even one second, as if it could magically disappear if I look away. Pressing the phone to my ear, I start to speak frantically, "Is this the reception? Thank goodness you called, I just found a—""Yeah I know, baby. You're looking straight at the camera. Straight at me." A male voice interrupted on the other end of the call, shocking the life out of me.Worse, because I instantly recognized the voice.The soundtrack of my nightmares and misery.I yelp, nearly throwing the telephone as far away as possible as if it is on fire, but his voice freezes me in place."Don't you dare hang up on me, bitch." He yelled, then his voice suddenly softened into a sickening sweet tone.
DYMOND The cold of the early morning air seeps into my skin through my meager clothes, and I rub my arms, shivering slightly.I am headed to the subway, where I can get a train out of the city. I am walking so fast that I get to the stairs leading underground in mere minutes.The streets are deserted, so I am really startled when a sudden sound comes from behind me.Whirling around, I look for the source of the sound, but I can not spot anything out of place. The streets are empty, and a couple of recycle bins lined near an alley are the only things behind me.Still, I know unexplained sounds are a bad sign, so I turn around and run down the stairs.I am heading further into the subway to get my tickets when I hear another sound, this time, it sounds like footsteps.I did not bother to look back, I just increased my pace to a jog and soon I was at a counter, getting my train tickets. The woman giving out the tickets is some middle aged woman with a nice smile.I am fidgeting when she
NILEI roll the piece of diamond in my hand, staring at it intently.From the way I have been spending hours gazing at it, recently, the poor jewel should have holes in it by now. And no, I have not been admiring it, the real reason is something I don't even want to admit to myself.This jewel now reminds me of Dymond Hackers, the stubborn little thief.It does not help that they actually share a name. I was pissed off at her the last time I saw her, simply because she did not give in to my sick urge to humiliate her and make her beg for mercy. But after holding her in cuffs for three days, I became more fascinated and curious than angry.I never went back to the steel room, but there is a camera fixed in there, and I watched her through that for those three days.Creepy? I really don't care.I realize that despite her stubborn facade, she is really nothing but a scared girl. Those green eyes of hers occasionally shone with helplessness and tears when she though no one was watching. I
Dymond I still can't wrap my head around the fact that I have been locked up by Nile, that psychotic billionaire. I let out screams and with my fists clenched, I frantically pound on the hard steel door yelling obscenities but my cries seemed to fall on deaf ears as the door remained unyielding. My screams echo in the silence, boring through the depth of my distress and at this moment I was the perfect picture of despair and helplessness. I knew I couldn't afford to stay in one place for a long time especially not after my failed attempt to steal Nile's diamond and Greg constantly keeping tabs on me. I can feel Greg's sinister presence closing in on me. He's been stalking me for months now, and I know he'll stop at nothing to silence me. This room might act as a temporary refuge, but I know it won't be enough to keep him out. Soon, he'll walk through the door and finally end my desperate struggle for survival. Greg is coming, I can feel it and I know he's close. But I will nev
Nile I grab her head tight and slam her down harder against my crotch. She groans, gagging as my cock sinks deeper down her throat. I hiss, feeling the warmth and pressure through my hard cock. Still, I am nowhere next to cumming. Soft lips trail along my neck. Another pair close around my nipple. A naughty tongue slowly licks the ridges of my abs. Eight naked women in my massive king-sized bed, pleasing me with their mouths, their pussies, and bodies. Breasts of varying appearances dangle in front of my face, cushioning the back of my head. Large and bulbous, small and perky, double D cups, tiny dark nipples, large pink nipples. My harem has it all. “You seem so tense, Master..” Lily, number 8 of my harem, whispers, biting the side of my neck slightly. “I am fucking tense.” I grumble. “We'll fix that,” My number 5 says, an exotic beauty with shining bronze skin, and a sinfully curvy and soft ass, “We always do.” Gilda, the beautiful blonde who has my cock in her mouth, looks u
NileI walk briskly into one of the rooms with an air of authority around me. My head of security and private investigator swiftly rise to their feet and give a slight bow as a show of respect. It seems they've been here for a while, the atmosphere in the room is very tense.My head of security, Dante and the private investigator both have stiff expressions on their faces. I walk slowly towards one of the soft cushions in the room. My steps echo in the silence of the room as I sink into the soft cushion. I nod lightly beckoning them to take a seat.As they took their seats, I stared directly at their faces only to find a mixture of uncertainty and fear."How's the investigation on Dymond's attackers.” I ask in a low sinister tone. The room falls silent as they both avoid my gaze. Dante gets up, clears his throat and decides to speak.“Sir.. we've managed to narrow down a number of possibilities and routes as to –.” I cut Dante off with a cold glare as I clenched my fists hard. "Numbe
Dymond I sit up on the bed with a groan, running my fingers against my temple. My ass cheeks throb My cheeks are hot with anger and humiliation. My feet hurt under the bandages, hurting from when I stepped on broken glass from the window. Upon a closer look, I realize that I have been placed in a different room. A bigger, lavish and more ostentatious bedroom. The windows here, are automatic and tightly shut, so there is no way I can easily shatter it the way I did for the last bedroom. I glare across the large room to the jacuzzi pool rippling right before a massive TV. It is absolutely ridiculous how vain Nile Garres was. Did he place me here to impress me? Is this a way of apology for taking me over his knees like a little girl, ripping my ass open and spanking me? I am so stunned by his audacity. If it were another situation, I can file a lawsuit against him for touching such an intimate part of my body. But this is tyrant with money, influence and power, and I am locked und
Nile."Please, wake up, Mr. Garres." I am back in that dream again.That nightmare where I am groveling on my knees, crying and being the very essence of what it means to be pathetic. For years the image is still burned clearly into my brain. My willpower is too strong when I am awake for it to show itself.So it only lurks in my dreams. A recollection of the lowest point in my life."Mr. Garres…?"The voice finally wakes me up, and I pry one eye half open to see the woman on my bed, tapping my arm. I groan in irritation, holding one hand above my eyes to block out the light."What do you want?" I ask."Your phone has been ringing nonstop for a while now, sir." Her voice answers timidly. "With your permission, can I please bring it to you?"I am tempted to promptly go back to sleep, when I realize I have never seen this particular woman before. I open my eyes fully to stare at her for a full moment."Who are you?" I finally ask.She blushes, suddenly lowering her eyes and fiddling