Page 21 of Die For Me

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I had to go back to our apartment first to get a good look at the video. It started with Michael taking Hana’s legs with his hands and quickly fucking her. Her moans, muffled behind the tape, made my dick twitch. I sat on the couch as I pulled my dick out, watching Hana get pounded. I began to stroke myself as I watched Michael turn her over and pull out, her pussy juice visibly stringing from his dick, before he mercilessly plunged himself into her ass. Fucking ruthless; he better not have hurt her. I watched as Michael pulled out, put some lube on his dick and her ass, and then thrust back into her. Hana came easily. She loved being fucked in the ass from behind. He made her come with a wand too, her nipples perking and her moans like screams underneath the tape. I fucking lost it when I watched him come all over her—what the fuck was wrong with me? I came so hard into my hand, watching my wife get fucked by another man. Not just any other man,Michael. Perhaps I just loved seeing Hana get fucked, being the dirty fucking whore she was. And watching her enjoy it was even better.

But I still couldn’t let Michael have her all to himself.

I cleaned myself up and went to the same police station where I had filed the missing person’s report. I demanded to see the same officer I had spoken with before. He led me into anoffice and sat me down, and I didn’t even wait until he sat in front of me to show him the video.

“My wife is fucking terrified and was taken by her ex-fiancé. A clearly jealous ex that will stop at nothing to have her. And now he’s showing off,” I said as the officer watched the video.

Could he tell that Hana was enjoying herself, or was that something only I could tell?

The stone-faced officer looked up at me and then back down at the video. He sighed and nodded. “Do you know where they could be?” He handed me my phone back.

“No.” I shook my head. “That’s not any place I’ve ever seen before. Can’t you track where they are by this video he’s sent?”

“We can find out where the last ping was from this phone number. It can give us a general idea and we can go from there. I’ll need his name and cell phone number and I’ll have our IT guy look at your phone and get that video off there.”

I eyed the officer suspiciously. I didn’t want anyone else to see Hana getting fucked. But I had to cooperate. I needed to get my wife back.

“Whatever I can do to help, officer.”

Emily

I had someone cover the rest of my shift at the bar. I don’t know how many times I called Michael, but I did it over and over until I almost arrived home. Adam had no idea what was going on, but I needed to tell him now that the police were getting involved. I’m sure Jack would start playing the part of worried husband too, and he’d tell everyone he was close to that Hana had been taken from him.

I finally sent a text to Michael before I walked into my apartment building:Jack called the police and showed them that video. What the fuck is going on, Michael? Please tell me that Hana is there willingly.

I started walking toward the stairs when my phone began to vibrate in my hand. I answered immediately. “Michael! What the fuck is going on?”

“Jack went to the police?” Michael hissed into the phone. “Real fucking rich of him.”

“Let me talk to Hana,” I insisted. “You’re not giving me any fucking answers, and I’m fucking done.”

There was a pause.

“Fine. But she’s fine, Emily. However Jack made that scene out to look, it’s not what you think. You know how mine and Hana’s sex life is,” he said lightly.

I rolled my eyes. I wish I didn’t.

“Put her on the phone, Michael,” I ordered.

There was a long pause before I finally heard Hana’s voice.

“Em, hey,” she croaked out; it sounded like she had been crying all day.

“Hana, please tell me you’re okay. Please tell me you’re there on your own volition.”

Hana let out a little laugh. “Emily, I have no idea anymore.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” I shouted angrily into the phone—I had had enough of this go-around with them.

“Tell Jack we’re in Cos Cob in a white townhouse by the school—”

The phone cut off.

Holy fucking shit. Hanawasfucking taken against her will? And she wanted me to tell Jack where they were? Had she been with Jack willingly this whole fucking time? My mind was officially blown, but I didn’t have time to overthink things. I immediately dialed Jack as I stood in the stairwell of my apartment building. He answered after one ring.

“I just talked to Hana. She wanted me to tell you she’s in a white townhouse in Cos Cob by the school. That’s in Greenwich, near her parent’s house. The call ended before she could finish talking,” I blurted into the phone quickly.

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