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(...Bound to the Devilā¦)
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CHAPTER 3š¤4
By: Blessing Orji.
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"You try anything stupid, and we'll shoot. Bang" he added with a smirk.
The alcohol drained from Dawn's face immediately, and beads of sweat formed on her forehead, her mouth going dry.
Her legs trembled and she tried to take a step back but found herself rooted to the spot, unable to move.
Who are they?
That was the only question in her head.
The guy withdrew the gun from her head and put it back in his pocket.
With a firm grip, he lifted her off the ground, swinging her effortlessly over his shoulder, and began walking away.
"Let me go!" Dawn screamed, kicking her legs furiously.
"Damn, she's stained" the other man muttered, his gaze fixed on the back of Dawn's gown as they walked.
"She'll get changed. I saw it earlier, too" the man carrying her replied.
"I said let me go, bastard!" she yelled again, struggling to break free.
"Shut up, or you die here right now!" the man growled, his voice cold and threatening.
Dawn immediately clamped her lips shut, and in the next minute, she was already crying.
No one cared.
Her cries grew louder, the sound echoing down the hall. But still, none of them paid attention to her.
"Let me go! W-where are you taking me?" she sobbed, her voice cracking.
What if they kill me for real? she thought, sniffing.
"Someone help!" she screamed.
They entered a corner and found themselves in a dark hallway.
It was so dark that she could hardly see anything.
The further they walked, the tighter fear gripped her chest.
She tried to make out anything in the blackness around her, but all she saw was nothing.
Her mind raced.
Are they going to kill her here?
But the fact that the men could walk as if they were lights was damn shocking.
Are they wizards? Vampires?
What the hell are they?
She continued screaming for help, hoping someone might save her from these two mysterious men.
She's just 23! She can't die yet, not now.
She continued screaming until her throat went sore.
Exhausted, she finally gave up on fighting.
She shut her eyes tight, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Please, Lord, save me, she thought, her body trembling.
After what felt like an eternity, they stopped in front of a door that stood slightly ajar.
The man holding her pushed the door open, and as soon as they stepped inside, it slammed shut behind them.
The room they entered was dark, suffocatingly so.
As they moved deeper, Dawn's eyes fluttered open just to see another blackness.
She felt herself descending, as if the person carrying her was going down or, should she say, walking down.
"Where are you taking me?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.
"Shut up, bitch! Just shut it!" the man snapped, and she flinched slightly.
Suddenly, the light flickered on, blinding her eyes for a moment. She blinked rapidly, and as her vision cleared, she saw they were walking down a staircase.
It was a traditional staircase, each step covered in thick cobwebs, as if it hadn't been touched in decades.
Everything about it looked utterly old
At the bottom of the stairs, they emerged into another hallway which looked luxurious but creepy.
The ceiling glowed with red bulbs arranged in neat rows. The walls were decorated with paintings of cigarettes and alcohol bottles.
Surprisingly, the hallway was lined with identical gray color doors. But a door ahead stood out.
It was wide, larger than the others, and pitch black.
The man stopped in front of one of the small doors and the other man kicked it open, revealing an unexpectedly large bathroom.
They went inside.
At the same time, the small door just a few steps away from the black door creaked open.
A guy stepped out looking so hot that there was no other word for it.
His transparent pink shirt clung to his toned chest, and the baggy cream pants he wore, paired with white sneakers, gave him an effortlessly stylish look.
His creamed dyed hair fell over his forehead, and gold chains rested around his neck, with three earrings on both ears.
He looked simply hot and sexy.
Behind him, a man in a sharp black suit followed, his face hard as stone, as though he had never smiled in his life.
Two other men, clearly bodyguards, came after, and they opened the black door, they all entered.
Back To The Bathroomā¦
The bathroom was far from clean. A massive bathtub stood in the corner, surrounded by torn female panties, bras, and clothes.
A shower was also there.
Dawn was dropped to the floor and she staggered, her body weak, before falling to the ground with a thud.
Gasping, she froze as the man who had carried her knelt beside her.
Without warning, he ripped off her sweater.
"W-what" she stammered, her voice small and shaky as she hugged her body
"Say another word, and I'll slice your throat," he warned.
She swallowed hard.
I swear, I really wanna smash his ugly face, she thought, biting her lips hard.
Why did she come to this damn club today? If she had known it would turn out this messy, she would have stayed home.
Wasn't she just at the club drinking? She only wanted to use the restroom. And now, she ended up here, trapped in the hands of two dangerous strangers.
The man stretched his hand forward, ready to tear her gown, but she stood and stumbled backward on shaky legs.
But the second man pushed her back to the floor, grabbed her wrists, and slammed her hands to the floor, pinning her in place.
"Let go of me, ugh" she gasped out.
The first man smirked, grabbing her ankles with one hand and trapping her completely.
"You can't escape. Not now. Not ever"
Before she could react, he tore her gown from the top to the bottom, leaving her in nothing but her bra and panties.
Her face burned with humiliation as the man's eyes crawled over her exposed body
He licked his lips lustfully and a sickening feeling twisted in her stomach.
Gross, disgusting!
He took off her panties, a sour look crossing his face when he noticed the bloodstains.
That's when she remembered...
she was on her period.
But even the cramps she felt earlier are gone now, though what is happening to her is worse than the cramps.
He tossed the stained panties across the room and let his gaze linger on her bra. His throat moved hungrily as he noticed how her breasts pushed out.
"Fuck, sexy" he muttered, and in the next minute, the bra had already left her body.
Her small breasts bounced free, and he cupped them roughly.
She hissed in anger.
"Bastard! Screw you. I hope you die right now!" Her voice cracked feeling disgusted by his touch.
His expression darkened, eyes reddening with rage.
"You little bitch" he snarled.
And before she could blink, he slapped her soundly, sending her head snapping to the side.
Her hair fell messily over her face.
She winced, feeling the sting burn against her skin.
That hurts!
"I should screw you right now, but since the buyers don't want used goods, I'll spare you" he spat.
Dawn looked at him, confused.
"Buy me?" She blinked, not fully understanding what he meant.
He gave her a cold, twisted smile. "You'll understand soon enough, pretty"
He turned to the other man and said, "Get the gown"
The other man nodded and released Dawn's wrists.
This wasn't how she thought the night would go. She never imagined something like this happening, not in her worst nightmares.
Was this the end for her? Was her life over?
"Get in the shower and clean up. Don't waste my time" the man said, standing up.
She didn't move.
"Shit, time's running out" he sighed frustratingly.
He held her by the hair, yanking her up from the floor, and she whimpered.
He dragged her to the shower, pushed her inside, and turned the water on.
"Clean up" he barked harshly.
She shook her head, her tears mingling with the cold water.
"I don't want to"
With a scoff sigh, he shoved her out of the shower, threw her off and she hit the floor hard.
Her knees got bruised in the process.
The other man returned with a gown, and they dressed her in it while she lay there, crying.
Once she was clothed, they left the room with her and went forward to the black door.
They opened it, revealing the same dimly lit room earlier.
Dawn looked around, her eyes darting from the powerful men seated around the room to the girls standing nearby.
She gulped, feeling every pair of eyes on her.
What is this place?
"A new one," the man who had killed that girl earlier said loudly.
"Yes, boss" the two men replied in unison.
She was pushed inside, and the door slammed shut with a loud thud.
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ITALY, MILAN~ 3:00 AMāTHE BLACK FANG CLAN>
Three cars sped into a large compound, tires screeching on the rough pavement.
The mobsters scattered around the area paused.
The cars came to a halt.
The first car's doors opened, and two ladies stepped out. They wore matching black leather jackets, fitted pants, and face caps that covered their faces.
From the second car, two guys emerged, similarly dressed.
The doors of the last car parked in the center opened.
From one side, a guy stepped out. On the opposite side, another figure emerged.
The moment he did, the air shifted.
Silence blanketed the compound.
Every head lowered in respect, mobsters bowing, as though gravity itself demanded it.
With an eye roll, he slid his hands casually into his pockets.
He started walking forward. His stride was confident, deliberate, and commanding.
Once he disappeared from view, the mobsters exhaled sharply and murmurs erupted.
*He's back.
*The mission was successful.
*Of course it was. As long as the Boss is involved, failure isn't an option.
*He's not called Valentino Rossi for nothing.
*You just called the boss by his name. Are you already signing your death warrant?
*True, Guess I'll start digging his grave.
The murmurs continued, but no one dared speak too loudly.
"Aren't you guys planning to go inside?" one of the guys from the second car asked, adjusting the black backpack slung over his shoulder.
The others hissed and began walking toward the building, leaving behind one of the girls who had exited the first car earlier.
"Did you all just hiss at me?" the guy gasped, holding his chest dramatically.
The girl chuckled softly, catching his attention.
"You're not going in?" he asked, raising a brow.
"I'm waiting for you to go first" she replied, kicking a small stone with her boot, her gaze fixed on the ground.
"Ohhh" he mouthed and started walking in.
"Wait, Skull!" the girl called suddenly, rushing up to him.
He stopped in his tracks, turning around with a bored look.
"Any problem?" he asked flatly.
"I just want toā¦* she trailed off, her eyes locked on his face.
"To what?" Skull asked, his brows furrowing.
Without another word, she stood on her toes, leaned in, and pressed her lips against his.
Skull froze on the spot, completely stiff.
She kissed him slowly, but he didn't respond or kiss her back.
After a few seconds, she pulled away.
"Kiss you" she said with a smirk, licking her lips.
She winked at him sexily before sprinting away.
Skull stood there, watching her retreating figure. His expression remained blank as he muttered under his breath,
"Is she insane?"
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The man everyone bowed to earlier can be seen walking through a narrow path lined with black flowers on both sides.
Despite it being 3 AM, everywhere is still dark, and there is no single light bulb around.
Unlike the compound, where there are bulbs around which glowed brightly.
Finally, he reached a tall building.
A fortress.
He entered, and he met darkness.
Exactly how it should be. Staying where the light is, it's not his thing.
In the next minute, he was already ascending a grand stairs.
After a long walk, he stopped at a door where a guy stood.
Hearing the approaching footsteps, the guy straightened.
"Welcome, Valentino" he greeted respectfully.
Valentino ignored the pleasantries before he spoke up.
"Is Ronan back?" His tone was deep, smooth, and commanding.
So much so that goosebumps seemed to fill the air.
"No, Valentino" the guy replied firmly.
"When he's back, bring the so-called girl here" Valentino ordered, his hand resting on the door handle.
He began twisting the knob before pausing.
"And one more thing" His voice dropped lower.
"She must come here stark naked. Not a single piece of clothing on her"
With that, he pushed the door open and stepped in.
"Yes, Valentino" the guy replied, bowing deeply as he shut the door behind him.
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CANADA, ONTARIO*
"What a pretty one you've brought" a man smirked, his gaze fixed on Dawn.
"You wasted 30 minutes on this" the man in charge said coldly, pulling out a gun. "Good job in hell"
Both men fell to their knees.
"Boss, she was too stubborn to handle, that's why" they said hurriedly.
"You wasted my guests' time" the man said, his voice venomous.
Two gunshots echoed through the room, and the men dropped lifelessly to the floor.
"Ahhh!" Dawn screamed, backing away.
Her wide eyes darted between the bodies and the man holding the gun.
"Y-you killed them?" she muttered, her voice shaking.
"Number 28 will be listed at 50,000 dollars" the man in charge announced, his attention shifting to Dawn.
"100,000 dollars" an old man's voice rose from the crowd, his hand lifting eagerly.
"She's better than any of the goods here. I won't lose this one. 700,000 dollars" another man called out, and gasps rippled through the room.
*That'sā¦ so much money.
"Anyone?" The man in charge's voice carried through the hall.
"850,000 dollars" a third bidder said, raising his hand.
Silence followed as everyone looked around, unsure if anyone would challenge the price.
"Anyone else?"
No response.
"Then she's mine" the man who bid 850,000 dollars said smugly.
"Is she the last good?" a voice cut through the air from the back.
The man in charge turned sharply to face the owner. It was the man in the suit, standing beside the cream-haired guy.
"Yes" the man in charge replied.
"1.3 million dollars"
The cream-haired guy's voice was calm, but it froze the room. A hush fell over the hall as every pair of eyes turned to him.
No one dared to speak.
"I take her" he said smoothly, a faint smile playing on his lips.
His gaze fell on Dawn. Their eyes met, and for a moment, time seemed to slow. He narrowed his eyes, his lips curling slightly.
She's so prettyā¦
"Anyone?" the man in charge asked again, his voice louder.
Still, no one responded.
"Then she's yours" the man finally announced.
The cream-haired guy chuckled darkly, licking his lips.
"You mean to say she's for Valentino," he corrected.
The man in charge cleared his throat nervously. "I'mā¦ sorry. That slipped my mind"
"Tsk. Take her. Let's go," the cream-haired guy ordered his two bodyguards.
While he stood up, followed by the man in the suit.
Dawn stared around in shock, the words echoing in her head.
One million dollarsā¦Did she just get sold?
Her sharp mind tried to piece it all together.
And who is Valentino? Why did he say she's for Valentino?
What's going on?
She was still lost in thoughts when strong hands grabbed her arms.
"Don't touch me!" she snapped, thrashing against their grip.
"Easy" the cream-haired guy said, stepping in front of her.
He leaned in slightly, but Dawn turned her face away defiantly.
"You look young. How old are you?" he asked, his voice oddly calm as his fingers gently pushed her disheveled hair from her face.
She said nothing, her lips pressed into a thin line.
He sighed but smiled widely, almost as if her silence amused him.
"You must beā¦ eighteen" he said softly, his hand brushing her cheek as he studied her face.
"I'm 23, not 18, asshole" she gritted through her teeth.
The moment the words slipped out, her eyes widened in regret.
Dammit! She bit her lip slowly, realizing she'd just revealed her age.
"Twenty-three? Cool" the cream-haired guy said with an amused grin as he ruffled her hair.
She blinked rapidly at the unexpected gesture. For a fleeting second, she almost thought it wasā¦ cute.
And worse..he looked hot and sexy.
Shit, Dawn. This isn't the time to think about trash like that. You just got sold!
The cream-haired guy turned and began walking away, the other man trailing him closely. Dawn was dragged along by the two bodyguards.
Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind.
They're going outsideā¦
Her heart thumped wildly. If they take her outside, she can run. She'll run fast and call the police.
But then it hit her.
Her phone.
Oh no. She clenched her fists. She left her phone at the bar when she went to the restroom.
It doesn't matter. She has to escape by any means. That's the goal.
Before she could plan further, the cream-haired guy stopped abruptly. He turned back, his sharp eyes pinning her in place.
"She must be tired. Let her sleep" he said flatly.
The two men holding Dawn shared a glance, then nodded.
Her brows furrowed. Let her sleep? What does that mean?
The answer came quickly when a cloth suddenly pressed against her nose from behind.
Her eyes widened in panic as she grabbed at the hand holding the cloth, her nails digging into the skin.
A strong, sickly-sweet smell filled her nostrils, growing heavier with every breath.
Noā¦ noā¦
The smell thickened, clouding her mind. The sounds around her became distant as if she were underwater.
The hand holding the cloth pressed harder.
Dawn gasped, fighting to breathe as her grip on the hand weakened. Her head swayed. Her vision blurred.
Her body felt heavy and she felt sleepy.
She struggled weakly, her movements slowing.
And then...darkness.
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TBC.