Page 44 of The Filth Kings

Once her door shut, I walked to my Uber truck and opened the back door. I sighed and used the step ladder to climb all the way in. The driver didn’t mutter a word to me. His face was shadowed by a baseball cap. I shut the door, and the truck sped off a little too fast for my liking.

“Excuse me!” I sat up to get the driver’s attention.

He ignored me, and I made a mental note to rate him with a one star. For a moment, I got lost in the rhythm of the streetlights that we passed by as my mind started to wonder off. I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard a muffled noise that sounded off from behind me. I tried to turn my head to see where the noise was coming from, but the truck jerked as the driver made a sharp turn into what looked like a dark alley.

“Umm—Sir?” I asked as my nerves started to get the best of me.

He ignored me once again. I started to blink my eyes rapidly as tears welled up inside of them. The alley had dim lights but was mainly swallowed by darkness. The farther we got, the darker the alley grew, with only the headlights leading the way.I’m being kidnapped!

My heart beat wild inside of my chest. I turned around in my seat once more as my pulse quickened as I laid eyes on a man that was hog tied with duct tape that sealed his lips together. His eyes were as big as balloons. He pleaded silently with me as the truck came to a stop.

I looked back up at the driver, whose hands gripped the stirring wheel with an eerie calm. His knuckles were steady like the sounds coming from the third-row seats didn’t bother him at all. He turned the engine off, and the doors unlocked.

“Run as fast as you can, Angel.” He chuckled mechanically.

My hands shook as I felt my bladder tighten, I grabbed the door handle then opened the door. I swallowed down hard, as my entire world began to spin out of control.Run Angel, run!I picked up my left foot and it felt like something weighed it down. I took off running with my tears turning into ice sickles. My fear kept overturning the adrenaline that pumped through me in an attempt to escape my worse fear possible… being kidnapped.

My heels clattered against the uneven pavement as I ran as fast as I could with desperation driving me to push harder. I heard echoes of laughter from a distance, and I felt defeated. The alley seemed like it was never ending, I risked taking a glance over my shoulder as my heart pounded harder with thoughts of someone close behind me.Big fuckin’ mistake!

My footsteps were louder than I needed them to be. Being in the dark amplified my fear and anxiety. In situations like this, it was best not to panic or else something would end up going bad in my fight to survival. My panic caused my heel to get caught on a jagged edge of pavement, I tripped first, then stumbled. My arms flailed out like I was trying to swim against the wind but failed to stay afloat.

I fell to the ground. My palms ached bad, pain shot up and down my body. My pulse roared in my eardrums; my thoughts turned into a jumble as I struggled to stand. There was no time to utter a silent prayer, all I could do was say his name.God.I had hopefulness rising inside of me as I pushed forward. I thought because I stumbled and had fallen, no one had caught up to me. No one was actually behind me and that Uber driver was just probably a weirdo.

No! He knew my fuckin’ name!I picked up my speed at that revelation until I collided with something as solid as concrete wall.No, it was someone!The impact knocked the air from my lungs. I stumbled backward and fell right on my ass. My eyes grew wide as they snapped up to meet a pair of smoldering black eyes. I gasped as I used my palms and feet to push myself backward. My hands stung and the thin material to my sheer romper had ripped open at the bottom.

“The game started weeks ago, Angel. It ends today.” Detavio’s voice was low and terrifyingly close.

The chill of the night seeped into my bones as I sat frozen, trapped in a dark alley with a man that I said I wouldn’t further look into anymore.

“I love the smell of your fear, Angel. It’s a little too late to give in when I gave you an option back at your mother’s coffee shop and you stubbornly declined it.” He chuckled dryly.

“Fuck you!” I spat.

Anger took over the fear that I desperately wanted to let go of. If this was the end for me, I was going to make it hard for him…or so I thought.

“I’m tired of hearing that from you, Angel. It’s been very tempting. The taste of you is one of a kind, the way that your wet little pussy grips my tongue when I push it in and out of you is what has kept you alive this long. Are you scared and wet for me right now?” Detavio cunningly asked.

His foot kicked tiny rocks as he took deliberate steps toward me. Seconds later, his breath fanned my face as his hand slid between my legs.

“I’m not scared of you, you sick bitch!” I yelled at the top of my lungs.

“You pissed yourself, Angel.” He taunted.

I slapped at his hand and even tried to move it. His hand snatched the sheer material from underneath my ass, he ripped it all the way up until half of my stomach was exposed. Detavio used his free hand to push me hard until my back touched the concrete.

“Besides piss, I can smell your arousal. If I slide my hand past your panties will the inside of you be wet for me…like it is every single night, when you dream about me?” He asked as my breath got caught in my throat.

I hated myself right now, the way my pussy betrayed me the moment his woodsy masculine cologne invaded my nostrils. I couldn’t see him how I wanted to but felt his presence, and that alone had my body reacting to him in the wrong kind of way.

“Answer me, Bitch!” His voice vibrated through me.

My lips trembled. If I answered no, then he would know that I was lying. I did the most these past couple of weeks. I uploaded several videos that I had in my drafts from interviews that I hadn’t edited. At the time, I wanted answers from him based off the newspaper he left in my bathroom. Tonight, I finally decided that I didn’t want no more parts regarding the Decebal men.

I opened my mouth to speak, nothing came out. I gasped and shuttered when his hand slid under the seat of my wet lace panties. With one hand, he gripped my pussy and squeezed it like he was getting ready to juice me for everything inside of me. His middle finger skillfully slid between my wet folds. I shuttered as he pushed his middle finger in and out of me.

A stubborn moan escaped my mouth as his thumb slowly drew circles around my erect clit.

“Filthy fucking slut!”

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