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 suddenly glances behind me and asks,
"Did you come with someone?"
"What? Why?" I frown.
She hesitates, looking back at her desk, "Well, there's a man standing near that sign, and he has been looking this way for a while now, so I thought—"
"What?" I whisper in terror, looking back to the spot she described. "There's no one there."
I look back at her for some explanation, and she takes another look herself. She raises her eyebrows and gives me a small confused chuckle. "Oh, I'm sorry… I must have been… mistaken…"
She does not look quite convinced herself, and neither am I. There is every possibility that I might be in danger right now. I have never wanted to get on a train so fast.
She hands me my train ticket and I all but snatch them from her hand, turning around to continue on my way.
This subway is different in design from the ones I have previously been in, so I have to cut through some corners before reaching the tracks. There seems to be no other person heading for the tracks as well, and it unnerves me. On the other hand, it has a good side. It means there will be no crowd for anyone to hide in and follow me.
I am so preoccupied by my thoughts that I do not hear the harsh breathing behind me until it's too late.
A rough palm slaps against my mouth from behind, slamming me back into a male chest. I immediately try to scream, but the sound never leaves my mouth.
Undiluted fear melts my heart into nothing but butter, as my assailant begins to chuckle, dragging me away from the open and into some far corner where most of the lights are broken.
That chuckle is so familiar, that even if I have any doubts on who is attacking me, those doubts are gone now.
He pushes me against a wall, and I gasp in pain, crumbling down to the floor.
"You think you are so smart, huh?" He booms, pacing in front of me.
Slowly I raise my head from his scruffy boots to look at his face.
Greg's face has not changed much, apart from the sunken cheeks and the crazed bags under his eyes. His short beard looks unkempt and prickly around his chin, and his hair straggled around his face.
This is the appearance of a man who threw his entire life away, just to follow me around and make mine miserable.
"Get away from me." I whisper pathetically.
"Or what?" He snaps. "You sneak out and try to get on a train, thinking you have fooled me?? But now, you should know that you can never get away from me, Dymond. Now, you're going to come with me."
I shake my head frantically, and suddenly spot a piece of bent metal a few feet away from my hand.
Greg steps forward to crouch in front of me, touching my face with his disgusting fingers.
"You have no choice but to cooperate with me. I can kill you here, or you'll be a good girl and follow me out of this subway. I must have pushed you against the wall too hard, right? You're nose bleeding. Come on, let's go, my love. I'll get you treated."
"Never!" I scream and grab the piece of metal lying at my side and strike him on the head with it.
He let out a pained groan and fell on his elbows. I scramble up from the floor and try to run off, but his hand clasps around my ankle, stopping my escape. I lose my balance and fall to the hard floor, screaming.
I repeatedly smash my free foot against his hand so the pain forces him to let go, but to my terror, he only holds on tighter.
"You think you can escape so easily?!" He snarls and pulls me back roughly.
I slide against the floor, back to him and the rough concrete scratches painfully against the skin of my elbows and knees. Greg flips me around, and I start swinging blindly, screaming so hard, desperately hoping someone would hear me and come to my rescue.
"Shut up!" He yells and slaps me across the face.
He wrangles the metal out of my hand and flings it far away.
Pain is radiating through my face and every part of my body, but I know keeping my mouth shut like he wants would be a terrible idea. I keep shrieking, weakly trying to push him off me.
He slaps his palm over my mouth, and leans so close to my face, laughing maniacally.
"Look at you, Dymond. So stubborn, so pathetic." He spits, then lowers his free hand down to find my pocket.
He rips the fabric open and raises my train ticket and remaining cash, so I can see them.
"I wonder why he would give you money when you tried to steal from him. Did you tell him about me?" He asks. "Did you tell how your crazy ex has been making your life miserable for months, is that why he let you go?"
In a fit of rage, I sink my teeth down into his palm, biting so hard that I am sure I drew blood. He curses and pulls his hand away from me. He is livid with anger.
Scattering the cash all over the floor, he pushes both of his hands around my neck, squeezing tight. I gasp, clawing at his hands as I feel myself unable to breath. The pressure of his weight is crushing my throat, and I am convinced that this is where I die.
"I did not want it to end like this, but you leave me no choice, Dymond!" He croaks, choking me harder.
His eyes are filled with sadness, that even I am almost fooled.
But I know better than anyone, that Greg belongs to a mental asylum. He is completely and utterly insane.
"It hurts me to see you like this, my love!" He smiles, tears running down his face all of a sudden. "But you have to die. You have been a bad girl, so this punishment is long overdue. Remember when I told you that only death can keep us apart? Yes, this is it, baby. This is it."
He begins to laugh.
My vision darkens as I struggle. My nails draw blood from his skin as I try to get his hands away from my neck. My feet kick and drag against the floor as I fight to hang on to life.
But it is not enough.
I am slipping away faster than I can fight. My movements slow down, and my hands fall to the ground. There is a ringing in my ears, permeated by Greg's laughter, and a single tear rolls out of one of my rapidly drooping eyes.
"...this is where the screams came from, I'm telling you, I heard them loud and clear!"
"What? But I can't see anything. Are you sure we shouldn't call the cops?"
"We have to be sure first, I don't want to be arrested for making a false alarm—"
Those voices are unfamiliar, and I suddenly feel Greg freeze.
Footsteps echo closer to where we are, and I realize in my barely conscious mind, that people are coming in our direction. To help. They are coming to save me.
"Wait! I can see something! It's a dude… what's he doing?—"
"Oh my god, he's attacking someone! Hey! What in the world are you doing?!"
The footsteps turn into footfalls as the strangers run closer.
Greg begins to panic.
He glares at me and whispers, "You got lucky, sweetheart. I'll be right back!"
He gets off me and runs in the opposite direction. I gasp in the air, but at this point, breathing feels too painful.
"Hey, go after him! Don't let him get away!" Someone shouts.
"No, wait. It's a girl. And she's badly hurt!" I feel someone crouch down beside me. "Let the creep go, he could be dangerous for you to go faster alone. We have to get her some help immediately!"
Another person hovers at my side, "Y-yes, I'm calling the paramedics right now!"
Their anxious voices slowly merge into one, and a numbness takes over my body. The little bits of their conversation no longer reach my ears as I slip into unconsciousness.
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
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 un
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.