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CLICK … CLICKI was deeply asleep when I heard the noise, and then the door opened ajar, the masked man entered with a bucket of food. Today, he has brought too many things for us to eat, including chocolates, biscuits, milk, fruits, and many more.George’s eyes lightened up when he saw too many varieties of food to eat. In the last few days, we have been eating a banana or sometimes an apple with a pack of biscuits which wasn’t enough to fill a single person's appetite at all.But, hence the number of people has lessened. The masked man has become generous to us now. It gave me a cold chilling feeling, is he planning to slaughter us now by feeding us with a good appetite?He placed the bucket in the corner of the room and George rushed to it while I stared at the masked man and surprisingly, he too was staring at me.“So, what happened now?” I asked him in a low voice.His stare stayed firm and cold on me but it moved from my eyes to the lower parts of my body, very slowly as though
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Before I am able to celebrate my victory or be able to have a clear look at his face. Instantly, he turned me around, away from him and my face was pressed down on the mattress firmly with his hand.In other words, I was completely trapped.“LIfttt Miieeefff…” My words were muffed because of the power he was putting on pressing me further into the mattress but it felt heavenly to feel the softness under me as I have been sleeping on the hard floor for a quite few days.My knees sank deeper into the mattress and for a moment, I felt like he was trying to suffocate me, does it mean, I have blown up everything?So, I am surely going to die now, a miserable death…But then I felt the cold wind hit my bottoms and then pain, pain in my buttocks.PAAHe just spanked me.“Too impatient.” He growled and PAAAnother hit at my back making me wriggle under his touch. Still, I am not able to pull my head up and understand fully where he had pressed me?PAAThe spanking kept going on until the fles
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“Eloise Muir, and a kid named George, have been rescued. As per reports, Mrs. Eloise has been locked under the Newsfirm. The police had gone to search for the kidnapper and other proof.”The reporters were too loud around me, I couldn’t help but cover my ears, Thankfully George was being led by the other official officers before me.BOOMI was taken into a police car, straight to the police station for my statement and my medical.I am still overwhelmed by the fact that the masked man had held us all captive under the News Firm, the place from where we had been kidnapped but in reality we had never left that place, just trapped under it.GOSH …The door opened and I was escorted by a policeman straight to a small cabin.I sat there patiently, looking around the small cabin, I stood up and stared at the glass mirror on the wall, and there I saw hickeys at my neck, mostly at the back of my neck.Oh No…Hurriedly I started to put my hair around my neck to hide the marks, and then suddenl
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DAVID POV:“As per reports, Eloise Muir, the victim or the assaulter, we’ve not reached the conclusion yet, nor the police officials. It has been circulating that Mrs. Eloise, who was abducted by several other Newsfirm people, hasn't proved her innocence yet. In the place where she and others were kept, the police found no evidence of any third man existing, except Mrs. Eloise and the other victims. The footage was also collected from the scene whose parts are still confidential to the media. It’s been more than an hour since Mrs. Eloise was rescued from the New firm; she is still in the hold of government officials.No lawyer, nor her husband has shown up yet to the scene in her support.”BANGI closed the TV with a loud push at the button and then snarled, “Her husband…”That bastard or I would say a pussy licker, Theo…Theo, what kind of name it is, bloody German.He took away my Eloise from me, but Eloise never belonged to me, she was a bitch a complete bitch, and her husband need
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DAVID POV:“Uhm, Mr. Cooper, it will take a while for him to get used to you, That is why I wanted you to meet him on daily basis, one hour a day would be great to create a bond with him,” The middle-aged woman advised after a while when still Geroge didn’t make a move to greet me or shake the hand which I had offered him a long time ago.Ok, this is going to be tough with Geroge but I’ll do anything to become a good father to him.I sighed and even when I knew he wouldn't respond to me,I still told him before leaving, “I’ll come tomorrow, son.” And then with a small respectful bow, I left the place.My heart felt light after exiting the children’s care center, but the hatred in my heart remains for Lily, and actually, it has increased more after meeting my estranged son.But what about Eloise?I thought about her for a moment, I thought she would be held responsible for everything but no, she seemed to trick the police. Although, she still needed to give her attendance to the police
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DAVID POV:The next day, when I went to see George he remained the same with me. I didn’t force him. I sat with him in utter silence talking with him about some random thing but he never responded.SIGHWith a depressed heart and low spirits, I left the place only to get sight of something unexpected, not someone unexpected.Eloise Muir, she was wearing a long coat that perfectly hid her beautiful physique, but her face looked a little pale and weak.She too looked depressed just like me but what the hell is she doing here?Curiously, I started to follow her within a distance, and then I saw the same middle-aged woman who had greeted me, greeted her, and then she was taken inside.Inside where? To George? Is she here to meet George?I couldn’t believe my eyes, what I was looking at in front of me was like a hallucination, or I could say a miracle.George smiled and excitedly bounced into Eloise’s arms when she visited him, but he still wasn’t talking with her.Yeah, sadly since that k
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DAVID POV:“I’ll see you, then,” Eloise said dismissively, breaking my trance and I looked at her in acknowledgment.“May I drop you off?” I asked her politely and immediately bit my tongue, FUCK, I am not supposed to give a ride to my old bully.“Oh, thanks for asking, but I stay a walking distance from here.” She looked at me apologetically and I couldn’t help but blink in extreme shock.BLINK … BLINK …Eloise and Apologetic? Not in any fucking way..!!“We can actually walk…” She suggested hesitantly when I was lost with the words, and then added, “If you want to…” And there she again bit her lip and I needed to cough to hide the growing bulge in my pants.FUCK“Okay.” And there again I was bewitched by her and obediently started to follow her.We walked the same path that she did yesterday.“So, how’s everything going at the Newsfirm?” She asked, turning half to me.“Oh, same, the way it was always,” I told her calmly.“Oh…” She let out a breath, and again she looked depressed but
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DAVID POV:The insides of the building were plain and unfurnished just like the outside structure, Eloise led me to a tiny room that instantly got full by the presence of us.“Take your clothes off and lie face down on the table. I’ll go wash my hands.” Eloise instructed me and left.I looked around the small room, nothing made it luxurious or close to the class to which Eloise once belonged.Yeah, Once upon a time.The thought brought an evil smile to my face and glee in my eyes.Then remembering her instructions, I started to strip slowly because of the pain in my back. I kept my things aside carefully. After all, I don't trust her at all.KNOCK … KNOCK …A knock came and Eloise entered, taking my breath away for a slight moment.FUCKShe was wearing a white color silk top and a khaki skirt revealing a good show of her legs and that unbuttoned sight of her shirt revealing her cleavage was too intense.I gulped, I was standing in my boxers, she took a step closer and then commanded,
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VIOLET“Time to wake up,” Greyson says in my ear.I open my eyes and blink rapidly, trying to make sense of where we are. Not on the sidewalk anymore, that’s for sure. The air is warm, absent of a breeze. I’m sitting with my arms over my head. I tug, but they don’t move. Something holds firm around my wrists.A rattling to my right draws my attention. He stands at a wall of windows, pulling a chain to open the vertical blinds. We’re in the dance studio, and the lights are off. My eyes catch on myself in the mirror, but it’s hard to reconcile what I’m seeing with the truth.I’m naked to my waist, my wrists tied to the bar just over my head. My skin pricks, goosebumps rising on my flesh. I force my attention away, back to Greyson. He still stands by the large windows, but his attention is now on me. He’s got the blinds open. Moonlight streams in.“What are you doing?” I scoot backward until I’m as upright as I can be. My back bumps into the wall, and I tilt my head back to get a better
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GREYSONViolet, Violet, Violet.I can smell her sweet, floral scent in my room like she rubbed herself along my walls and my sheets. There’s no imprint. No sign of her at all except for the smell. Something I don’t think I could concoct in my imagination.I sit on my bed and inhale again, not wanting to exhale.My father calls me. I consider sending it to voicemail, but the last time I did that, he showed up at my game.Him. At a game.I haven’t seen him witness me play in years, let alone speak to me after the fact. It probably has something to do with our clashing reputations. Can a beloved senator really have a bloodthirsty hockey player for a son?Since our next game is at home, I don’t want to risk that. Coach Roake acted like he walked on water, and I was once again reminded of the complex power my father holds. It goes far beyond his domain of New York.I don’t know if there’s a place his influence can’t reach.“Hey, Dad.”“Greyson,” he greets me. Brisk and businesslike, even t
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“When did you get here, Violet?” Paris asks.I tilt my head. “What?”“When. Did. You. Get. Here?”Greyson snorts. “She’s more welcome than you.”You know… when I want him to stick it to her, he doesn’t. He lets her climb all over him and sit close and flirt and fawn. And when I’d rather be anywhere but here, he tells her to shove it.Lovely.“Grey,” she tries.Oh, hell no. “You did not just call him that.”Her expression darkens. “Why, did you lay claim to that nickname?”I cross my arms. “As a matter of fact, I did.”Jesus. Who would’ve thought I’d be arguing about a nickname… this whole night is a mind-fuck. And in the back of my head, I have Senator Devereux’s secretary reminding me of my agreement with them. The fact that my aquatic therapy costs hundreds of dollars that I don’t have to spare, and they’ve been footing the bill.“You’re nothing special,” Paris snaps at me, flipping her hair over her shoulder.I roll my eyes. I’m sick of her attitude, but I don’t have the energy to
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Willow rushes me after my first class. She almost crashes into me, skidding to a halt inches away, and drags me into the bathroom. She checks each of the stalls and then locks the main door.“What the hell, Violet?”I jerk back. “What?”“What. The. Hell. Violet.” She glares at me. “You should give a girl some more warning before you go off script.”I drop my backpack and shrug, helpless and more than a bit confused. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Are you going to tell me or just keep scolding me?”“This.” She pulls her phone out and shoves it at me.It’s a blog for the CPU Hawks. All sorts of athletic team write-ups, reports, and coverage of the games… plus notices put out by the publicist. Rebecca Dumont.“We met with the publicist the other day,” I say slowly.I click on the most recent post that went live twenty minutes ago.Didn’t take long for Willow to find it—and then me. I’m not sure what I’m expecting to find. I told Rebecca that the previous article posted in the
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VIOLETThe trip organizers rented out one of the conference rooms for breakfast. There’s a congregation of CPU students in the room, spread out across tables, at the buffet line. I ignore them all, though, in my hunt for Willow.I never ended up texting her last night, and I feel a pang of guilt. It eases slightly, though, when I see her sandwiched between Knox and Amanda.Grey stops beside me. Hearing that I’ve used a nickname he likes—especially coming from me, I guess—does weird things to me. Good things. Strange things. It’s a step in a direction I wasn’t expecting. Like our truce. Like pretending not to hate each other.I’m pretty sure I have frostbite on my ass, though.“Hungry?”I glance up at him. “A bit.”He smiles. “Go sit. I’ll grab us something.”“No, it’s okay.” I head toward the buffet.He snags my wrist. “Vi.”“Grey.” I narrow my eyes. “I have a weird relationship with food, okay? Don’t fight me on this.”He appraises me, understanding lighting his expression. He finall
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GREYSON I rise before Violet. I quietly brush my teeth and pull on different clothes, then sit on the unused bed. I grab her phone from the charger and open it, still sort of miffed that she hasn’t thought to put a password on it.Some people are far too trusting.Like Violet, asleep in my bed. I glance back at her and take in her hair scattered across her face, her full lips, parted as she takes in long, deep breaths. Her eyelids twitch, like her eyes are moving in a dream, and her fingers are curled into her pillow.Other than her tense grip, she seems relaxed.My hand aches, but I’ll deal with that later. Both hands are still wrapped. People kept commenting on them last night when I was trying to keep one eye on Violet. The normal rush from being at the center of attention didn’t come, becauseshewasn’t paying attention to me.When the hell did my brain flip to only giving a shit about her?I don’t like it.I go to her texts, and a conversation with Mia Germain catches my eye. The
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GREYSONI consider Violet Reece. Before. The girl who seemed to have everything together.Outward appearances can be deceiving. I know that better than anyone.While she hides in the bathroom, I pull up a video of the Crown Point Ballet. One of their shows stars my girl as the lead. I keep the screen close to my face, trying to analyze her every expression when she dances.There’s another video in the suggested list on the side—an interview with Mia Germain and Violet. I don’t know who Mia is, but I’m curious to see Violet. Not just dancing, but her demeanor.It’s different in front of a camera, that much is immediately obvious. She and an older woman sitting in cushioned chairs side by side. Violet on screen is thinner than she is now. She wears a t-shirt, leggings, and a wraparound cardigan cinched tight to her waist. It gapes at the top. Her hair is slicked back in a bun. Even her face has a sharpness to it that isn’t present nowadays.The date on the video is from a year ago.I hi
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“You find our special friend?” Amanda asks. “Jess is being the responsible one. She’ll get us home.”Oh, well, that’s a brilliant plan.“I need a drink,” I call.They wave me off.I stand at the bar, silent for a moment, then carefully tug my shirt lower. I don’t have a ton of cleavage, but I guess it does the trick. Seconds later, the bartender pauses in front of me. His gaze goes down, then back to my face.“You got a boyfriend, sweetheart?”I smile sweetly. “Nope, but I do hope I can get a screwdriver. And a vodka tonic for my friend.”He smirks. “I can do that for you.”“Thanks.” My cheeks heat at the insinuation.He hands me a glass filled to the brim with orange juice and vodka. I slide him cash and wait for my change, then take a sip. The taste of vodka gets stuck in my nose, but I ignore it.I’ve stayed away from drugs my whole life. I was a good girl. The one who tried to do no wrong, because I thought that was what would save me in the end.Newsflash—that’s a fucking joke.W
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He lifts his head, and I slowly open my eyes. My vision has adjusted. Moonlight comes in through skylights and high windows. There are faint emergency lights outside the rink, just barely visible from here.The cold hit me, and I shiver.He slips out of me and scoots back on his knees. He grips my knees and widens my legs as far as they can go. My ankles are still trapped together by my jeans, stuck on my boots.When he runs his finger from my slit up to my clit, my lips part.“Here’s a little challenge for you, Violent.” He toys with my clit again, analyzing my reaction.I squirm. I want to get off, I’m right there, on the edge, but he pulls away before I can get there. Again. And again. We go through this for fucking eternity, until I’m desperate enough to do it myself.So I do.I touch myself while he watches, while I shiver and moan and try not to let him see all of me. I fucking hate it. Where did my self-control go? Where did my will? But his gaze combats the cold, and I know ju
