Amanda woke up to someone moving her around. She heard a gunshot and people screaming in response to the shot fired.
She heard a threatening, raspy male voice say, "Everyone down on the floor! Lay the fuck on the ground now!""Welcome to the land of the living," Placido said as he moved Amanda, helplessly strapped to a wheelchair."How? What the fuck?" As Amanda spoke, she did so with difficulty because her jaw was slightly broken.Placido chuckled wryly. "We're going home sweetie. I can't believe your bad luck. Yuuno, it's funny how you jumped off a cliff to end right back in my hands."Amanda agreed with Placido inwardly.She felt hurt all over her body, but her mind was too distracted to focus on pain. She looked up in surprise as Placido rammed the wheelchair through the double swing door, and she frowned at the disrespect with which he pushed her around.She wondered if she just used the wheelchair for this particular moment or if she had broken her hips and spinal cord during the fall and that she was bound to remain in the wheelchair till death do them part.'Focus!' she told herself. 'Hmm, by now, enough time would've passed for the Puppeteer to notice my lack of communication.'Briefly, Amanda felt a beacon of hope, but just as Placido entered the hospital's receptionist floor, her face crumpled into a weary look. Amanda had just realized she'd asked the Puppeteer not to interfere since he had more significant issues than Senna Black.'What a mistake!'Amanda watched the men pointing their guns at the people lying on the floor with disdain. She recognized them as the men who had earlier joined Placido in chasing her to the cliff.As Placido wheeled her out of the hospital, the men slowly backed out of the reception with him. One of them opened the back of a waiting van, and the other man joined Placido in hauling her into the back. She couldn't believe she was being transported back to her captor. Placido was right. She had terrible luck.Suddenly, she saw Placido looming over her with a creepy smile. Then she looked closer at him and saw him holding up an injection."I guess this time I'm going to stick the needle in you for good, finally," Placido said, injecting Amanda in the neck.Amanda had felt the light fade out after being injected. She woke up groggily to the sound of guns firing as if she were in a war zone.Naturally, she responded by trying to run, but rather than feel a burst of speed moving forward, she ended up toppling down with a wheelchair, and she groaned in pain.Her eyes scanned the room from her current position on the floor, and she noticed how the walls around her were indelibly stuck with bloodstains. She wondered about the amount of people's blood that was attached to the wall. She wrestled with what was going on as the sporadic shootings continued.'If only I could unstrap herself from the goddamn chair,' she thought as she writhed in pain from even trying to move a muscle.'Oh fuck, I seem to forget that I managed to survive a great fall, and almost every bone in my body is useless now.'Suddenly, everything was quiet. All at once, the shooting had stopped, the door to the room creaked open, and then came in a pair of black boots.Amanda's eyes traveled up to see who had just walked in. She was almost expecting it to be Placido or Senna, and she was shocked when she saw neither of them. The man whipped out a knife and cut Amanda loose."How did you locate me?" Amanda asked, feeling a sharp pain as she spoke."Oh Amanda, when will you learn that the Puppet and the Puppeteer are inseparable?" the masked man answered. "An invincible cord binds us together. So, every step you make as my puppet, I feel it.""How-""Rigorous training," he answered, knowing what Amanda wanted to ask next. He helped her onto the wheelchair.Amanda nodded slowly as the Puppeteer wheeled her out of the room. She couldn't believe he'd emerge on such a daring rescue for her.She also wondered what rigorous training he had gone through to enable him to infiltrate Senna's club single-handedly, kill every guard on duty, and walk out as if they were just checking out of a hotel.***Senna kept on thrusting his hard dick into the new girl, Balia. Earlier, he'd approved of her for insubordination when she questioned his order to apologize.Balia squirmed in disgust and moaned unpleasantly as Senna ravaged her body. She felt dizzy as he pounded her harder and faster, his breath ragged from possible exhaustion from beating her pussy for over ten minutes. She was tight, and he loved it, loved how her inside clenched firmly onto him. She wasn't as wet as the other girls he had been with, but it was nothing a lubricant couldn't fix.Balia had been begging him to stop for so long that she was already too tired even to make a sound. It hurt her from the very beginning. She hated how he groped her boobs, pinching her nipples to tease her. Senna enjoyed the pain he caused her. It pushed him to go in for more.Balia's voice began to fade."Don't you dare pass out on me," Senna growled, slapping her cheeks frequently to keep her awake. "I want you to feel everything I do to you."He slowed down from the fast thrust, watching her expression as tears clouded her eyes, but only to push himself back inside her, harder, to hear her scream.Senna was satisfied that he did."Yes, this will teach you never to question me. Understand that you belong to me, and I will do as I please with your filthy ass!"He pulled out again, only to push himself back in, also earning another wail from his victim.Balia wanted to cry out every thought of hate she had towards him, wanted to reach for a knife and stab him till she bled every life out of him. He had tied her down to the bed, and she could barely move. She knew if he even released her, she still wouldn't have been able to make much movements either.All she could do was cry. She was loud at first, but after a few minutes, Balia could barely make a sound except the ones forced out of her from the pressure he continued to apply.The walls were closing in on her, and her eyes began to drop, but this didn't stop Senna."Please," she begged."Shut up.""I'm sorry," her voice was merely a whisper this time.Senna glanced at an incoming call on his cellphone and let it ring out. He received a text almost immediately saying: 911. Once he saw the emergency code, he immediately climbed off Balia Telese and threw on his sweatshirt."Hold tight bitch. I'll be back in a minute," Senna said as he left the lady tied down to the bed to call his caller back."Yo, what's up?" Senna said.Balia saw the change in Senna's facial expression, which seemed to suggest that he had received a piece of bad news.She couldn't suppress wishing that the bad news, whatever it was, would've just made Senna's heart give out. She helplessly watched him as he left her tied to the bed without saying a word."Set me free...Please..." She grasps for air."Placido, what the heck went on down here, man?" Senna said as he stormed into the basement of his nightclub with two security guards strolling behind him.Everyone quickly turned their attention to him."The Puppeteer happened," Placido responded."And Amanda?""Gone. He took her with him.""Damn! I don't get it. The Puppeteer is just one man. He should've been outmanned and outgunned.""Yes, and he was all those things, outnumbered and outgunned, but boss, I'm telling you, this guy's reflexes are out of this world. He's fast, like one of those guys in the matrix.""Did you get a look at his face? What'd he look like?" Senna looked at all the dead bodies just lying around and grimaced inwardly."No, I'm afraid not. He was putting on a mask."Senna sighed softly. "So why didn't you go after them?"Now, it was Placido who grimaced inwardly. "Boss, he knocked me out pretty bad.""Placido, I don't pay you to get knocked out like a bitch!"Placido gave a resigned sigh. "I'm sorry, it won'
Balia was still in that position for over thirty minutes. The ropes had done a number by sinking into her skin. It hurt like crazy, and she was sure it would leave an angry mark on her skin. Her ankles felt the same way.She looked up to the four-poster bed at each corner, where the rope was attached to curved brass rods, strong enough that even her weight couldn't pull off.She was wise enough not to try to swing. It wasn't going to be to her benefit. She imagined herself turning from left to right to get the rod off. It would only make the rope sink deeper into her skin and cause her more pain.When she couldn't take it anymore, she began to whimper. Hot tears ran down the side of her face as she sobbed and weakly called out for someone to get her out of there. She wondered where the vile man had gone.Was he going to leave her here for the rest of the night? Was he going to make her his prisoner? What the hell had she gotten into tonight? She beat herself up for not apologizing wh
“I didn't catch your name, red hair," Senna said as she caught the dress he tossed at her.Balia ignored him and walked towards the bathroom to get changed. If he wanted to know her name, he'd have done that politely over a drink or after asking her to strip for him.These were the perks of being a stripper. The bad perks. Men could make nasty comments about you, slap you in inappropriate places, and even ask for sex, and all you had to do to keep your job was grin like a fucking Cheshire cat and do whatever you were asked to.She wondered who this man was and where he had come from, making him feel he had authority over her. What had she gotten herself into?She hadn't. The universe was against her this evening because she had done nothing to warrant this harassment from this strange and devilishly handsome man. As hard as it was to admit, he was an attractive man. She knew he was older than she was, probably in his early forties. But she hated him still.When she got to the bathroom
The drive was a long one. They drove from the city to the more sophisticated part, which was less noisy and commercial. Here, there were large mansions, beautiful houses, and aesthetically pleasing stores. Balia distracted herself with this. She had only been to this part once when she had considered modeling as a career. Well, that didn't go as planned.All she knew about this Oriental part of the state was that it housed millionaires, billionaires, celebrities, and people who came from generational wealth, and from the looks of it, Senna belonged here. It made her wonder what he did for a living.Business tycoon? It looked like him. He looked like a rich, handsome Italian who had either come from old money or had built himself up over the years. But still, he screamed wealth.For most of the ride, he was on calls, speaking to different people and cussing them out, and this made Balia wonder what kind of working environment his employees had to survive.They finally got to a gated es
Senna kept pacing around his master bedroom as he waited for whoever the fuck was on the other side of the phone to pick up the call.He had tried calling a few times, but there was no answer. The call ended with an annoying beep, and he stifled the urge to toss his cutting-edge cell phone across the room to crash. He had been doing that lately and getting new phones every week. Now was the time to change and be fucking disciplined.Just as he was about to dial the same number, a call came in. It was from Diablo, and Senna hoped it wasn't bad news. He had been the bearer of bad news late, which wasn't what he needed on a night like this."Batista," Senna began in a terse voice. "I wasn't expecting your call.""I also wasn't planning on calling you tonight. Something's up.""And what could that be?" Senna asked as he stopped in front of his bay window. He stared down at the gardens, taking in the dusky colours as the lights surrounding the area shone warmth on them. "Marchetti. He s
He was gone as soon as he said those words, leaving Balia staring at the door in shock with her fork still hanging in the air."What the hell?" She muttered to herself. Things seemed to get worse as time went on. It was barely a day, and he was ordering her around.Dread filled her as she was taken back to earlier tonight. She remembered how he had possessed her like she was a plaything. He had rough-handled her like they were enemies in her past life.She let her fork clatter to her plate, not minding if it was going to chip the edge of the ceramic plate. The food in her mouth now tasted like chalk, and the beautiful walls of the dining room looked gloomy.Tina came into the dining room with a pitcher of water. She was smiling, but it soon faded when she noticed that the dining room was quite empty."Balia, why is Senna not here?" She asked as she placed the pitcher on the dining table and picked a cup to pour for Balia. "Did he go out to pick one of his weird calls again?"Balia had
Balia slept with tears in her eyes. She had been so tired that she could barely remove her clothes right after, and when she woke up at midnight, she did the needful and threw on the tank top and shorts. It was far more comfortable than the outfit, even if it was tight.She had taken a seat by the window to think. But no tangible thoughts came in. No good thoughts, no positive thoughts. Just memories from her young days, when she used to live with her family before she was finally able to move out and find her place. She had to be harassed by perverts and married men who could not keep their eyes in one place.All her life, she had lived in misery. Having to deal with her brother, Luca, who had involved himself in illicit drug activities, had drained her of the money she had saved several times, and he always went back to the same thing. It was like he enjoyed ruining her. He always forgot that he had a sister, only remembering her when he got into a mess that could claim his life.Si
Balia's POVI was soon naked before him. I covered my arm over my chest to hide my breasts from his view. He was yet to turn back to face me. A call had come in seconds ago, and he spoke in low tones with whoever was over the phone.I felt the morning chill wash down over my body. I was annoyed that he had left me this way, like I was an exhibition or a mannequin waiting for someone to notice it and clothe it. Or otherwise.I pushed from one side of her foot to the other as I waited for him to gaze upon me finally, and when I heard his phone going to sleep, my heart lurched.He turned towards me, his eyes on mine as he drank me in. He was expressionless at first, but then his eyes began to rake down my body with painstaking slowness. I stifled a yell of frustration, digging my fingers into my palm and feeling like I could draw blood from my skin.How could a man upset me this much and make tiny waves of desire course through my veins? It was irritation, and then it was lust and attrac