Page 65 of Stolen

Megan’s death had happened only yesterday. It was too fresh, too vivid in my mind still. I wasn’t ready to face her murderer just yet. I’d witnessed so much death, brutality, and cruelty in such a short period of time. I didn’t know if I even had the strength to stare it all back in the face without losing my shit.

“Are you deaf, bitch? Move!”

Swallowing down the nerves that were ready to eject up my throat, I crawled out of the cage and stood with my head held high.

“Let’s go,” he said, taking my elbow in a tight grip and heading for the door.

Once outside, two more guards fell in line behind us, escorting me all the way up to the fucking third floor to knock on the last door I wanted to walk through.

* * *

I watchedunimpressed as I stared at the TV screen, surveying the crying and concerned faces of Jaden's family being interviewed by their local news station. My lips sneered in disgust as I observed the man I recognized as her boyfriend, claiming his love and determination to find her. Hilarious.

I took note that the guywas tall, lean, and muscular but still slight in comparison to my own build. The thought of killing him as easily as I knew I could brought some semblance of amusement to my mind. Wiping the earth clean of anyone who thought they had a claim to anything that was in my possession.

Her brothers were no exception either, even as they promised to never stop looking for her until she was finally back home. Even her mother begged for her safe return. How adorable…

Their visible heartbreak was endearing, but in the end, it changed nothing. Jaden no longer belonged with any of them—her fate had changed forever the day she was brought into my office. A choice that was not of her making.

In my world, the choices you made often determined how much longer you had to live. From the clothes you wore, to the car you drove, to the weapon at your waist, every move you made could unknowingly push an invisible domino that would lead to your inevitable demise. In order to survive, every decision had to be calculated with distinct precision, all avenues assessed, and all possible outcomes evaluated. Otherwise, the risk of complete ruin could be imminent.

I learned these rules at a very young age, began their study the moment I could clutch my fists. Combined with my ambitions, ingenuity, and sheer callousness, I took my father’s formidable syndicate of the underground and forced its evolution into the ruthless colossal empire that it was now. We were unmatched in all aspects, and I had yet to find a challenge I could not conquer.

That was, until this curious little redhead stumbled into my world. A world she and I met in by pure fucking chance. Because the truth was neither of us were supposed to be here right now.

I had only temporarily taken over management of the auctions barely two weeks ago. I had my suspicions that the previous manager, Jonathon Voit, had been pocketing some extra side fees by allowing a few of the buyers to sample the slaves before the auction. A grave mistake on his part.

The Warehouse wasn’t a fucking brothel; I had enough of those scattered all over the damn globe, and Voit certainly wasn’t a fucking contractor either. So after placing him at the bottom of an acid barrel, I now had the pleasure of finding his replacement. Just another fucking task on my never-ending list of shit to do.

But in the end, I couldn’t help but notice the happy little accident that came of Voit’s mistake. Had I discovered his little side hustle a week earlier, I might have never encountered the feistiest little bitch that was never meant to be here in the first place. What a tragedy that would have been to miss the opportunity to tame a lioness unlike no other and then make her purr for you.

Jaden had somehow managed to secure a nice little spot for herself in the back of my mind, a place far deeper than even my own reach could handle. No woman had ever left such an impression on me before, never left me wanting for so much more.

Recounting all the little battles we’d engaged in brought a tinge of warmth to my chest. Jaden fought with such passion and such tenacity. It was admirable for a woman of her size, even if it was pointless. Because the sweet satisfaction of crushing her back into submission could not be compared. It was becoming exhilarating just to watch her cave. And she did beautifully every time, even if she wasn’t the sole recipient. Turned out Megan had a purpose after all, one that would teach Jaden another valuable lesson in submission.

Teaching her to give in to her role had somehow turned into the most fascinating game of chess I’d ever played, but teaching her to give in to me was the sweetest checkmate of all. The feel of her wet pussy clamping down on my dick as she came was a moment of triumph I would never forget. She had completely shattered underneath me, and with those tears sliding down her post-euphoric face, she’d become the most beautifully ruined thing I had ever seen.

Yet I didn’t want it to end.

I wanted more tears to spill, more cries from her mouth, and more pleasure from her body…as well as pain. I wanted to push her, test her, challenge every inch of her body and mind just to see how far I could stretch it before she would inevitably snap. And when she finally did, I’d remold her all over again until she was exactly the way I pictured her in my mind—bent over and begging for me.

It was becoming harder and harder to ignore how much more I wanted from her. This undeniable need to control and dominate every single inch of her mind, body,and soul was overwhelming me to the point of insanity. She was like a drug I couldn't kick, and her resistance to me only made it worse.

And the thought of making all my desires a reality would be as easy as snapping my fingers.

Decided, I pulled out my phone and requested Jaden’s presence to Lewis downstairs. Since the auction was now right around the corner, it was time to make up my fucking mind.

* * *

Moments later,a voice came through, and the guard opened the door, motioning for me to enter. Pushing the door open, he yanked me to the center of the room, then turned around and headed back for the door, leaving me stranded again with the last man I ever wanted to see.

Why did fate have to be so cruel as to allow such a bastardly monster to continue walking this earth? He rivaled the fucking devil; how had he not been struck down by lightning yet? Or at least hit by a bus.

I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, eyes downcast to the floor before finally realizing where I was supposed to be. Cursing myself and everything around me, I slowly descended to my knees and knelt on the floor like the perfect little slave I now was.

From the corner of my eye, I could see Captain Fucko sitting at his desk, typing away at his computer before he lifted his scrutinizing gaze to me. He looked fucking impeccable dressed in his shiny silvery gray suit, silver tie, and black dress shirt. His short brown hair was perfectly styled with a five o'clock shadow lingering on his chin and jaw. Such a beautiful exterior to conceal all that ugly within. I imagined if someone were to cut him open, you’d find nothing but oily black ooze inside.

When his eyes settled on my kneeling form, his lips curled into a cruel smile, making my stomach clench.

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