5. His Order

He proceeds to enter the car as the bodyguard quickly bow and quickly start the assigned task. 

"Don't let me catch you, angel, you will regret running away" Morris said with a smirk that doesn’t much like his fury eyes.

California~

[The Ritz-Carlton Hotel]

It’s past midnight and Clare still can't fall asleep. There are many things to worry about, so do people, especially her family. She just hoped her parents were fine and that Morris would let her go.

"Why don't you go to sleep? It's late" Christ softly 

"I wonder how dad and mom would be now?" Clare eyes blankly stares at the endless sky from through the room window.

"I'm sure they will be fine" Christ

"I hope so," Clare said in a solemn tone

"I already informed Dad, everything will be fine” Christ assured his girlfriend. 

Truly, the Lawson and Haven families have been close since their great-grandfathers' generation. Whenever one encounters trouble, the other will wholeheartedly help. But this time they face the true Satan and the very well-known tyrant, Christ's dad was pretty shocked when he heard of the Casper. They are all well aware that Morris will go to any extent once he sets his mind on something.

"Rest for the night," Christ said gently

He helps Clare tuck into bed and then climbs to sleep behind, tightly hugging her as if this is the last time between them. He can't be sure if he ever gets the chance to do it again.

They both fall into a deep sleep in each other's arms. It is eight in the morning, the sun rises high from the east intertwined between the seas and sky and amid the ethereal view, the couple's face is full of concern. 

Clare stands on the veranda with a frown as Christ said that their flight got canceled at the last minute for no specific reason. They both were stressed.

Has Morris already figured it out?

"Did you contact the agent?" Clare asks with all the pressure

"I already did. They don't even pick up the damn phone" Christ responded with equal pressure

"Fuck" Christ cursed with annoyance and frustration

"Christ, I think we can go by water " Clare offered her idea

Christ frowns in confusion, seeing this Clare continues  "Why don't we take the ship to Moscow?"

"Right!" Christ gets the point and excitedly agreed

"I'll tell Dad to help arrange the ship,"Clare spoke with hopeful delight, but Christ's subsequent actions left her disappointed.

"You can't!" Christ

"Why not? It’s the only way left" said Clare frown from confusion at the sudden disagreement.

"If you call, they might track your phone. Then it's all over" Christ states his reason as he knows how dangerous the situation led by this mistake.

Clare was so caught up that she completely forgot. At the moment, she just wants to disappear from this damn world. How can her life come to this point? It is all because of Morris, she will despise him with all her being. 

Seeing Clare's disappointed face Christ speaks up "Let's call my friend in Russia. They will arrange the ship for us"

Clare just nodded in acknowledgment. Christ steps out to call his friend using the public phone. He returns later with good news, at least in this situation.

"We will leave tonight at ten," Christ said with an assuring smile

He pulled Clare into a hug, comforting her with a warm and the love that unknowingly brought tears to her eyes.

Unbeknownst to them, their moment was captured, and the photo was soon sent to Morris. The tyrant was furious, he flew into a rage and broke the Ipad. He then draws his gun and continuously fires toward the target.

Casper Mansion~

[The Training Ground]

His action scared the hell out of the bodyguards standing at the side of the training ground. He dropped the gun with a thud, took his glove off, and left with an icy face.

"Everything has been prepared, Sir," Lance said respectfully while walking behind Morris

"Go" Morris answered with a cold deep tone

Outside the massive Mansion of Casper a fleet of various black cars was lined up including Alphard, Mercedes, and the latest Mc Laren.

 "It's time to get you back, angel," said Morris 

California Port [10:30 p.m.]

"Where is the ship? It's passed ten already" Clare said with a frown on her face and many thoughts ran through her head

What if Morris knows? What if she gets caught right this instant? What if they can't escape? What if-?

Her thoughts were cut off by the raving sound of vehicles coming toward them. Christ’s expression became alert as he intently scanned their surroundings. Every direction was blocked by the cars, leaving no gap for escape. 

The car slowly circled the area before coming to a halt. As the door swung open, a group of men dressed in black stepped out, their movements precise and deliberate.Minutes ticked by before the door of the Black Beast Mc Clarence was opened by Lance. A man stepped out, his presence demanded submission and his aura commanded respect. The area turned chillingly cold as if the breeze froze mid-air. 

Morris stalked toward the young couple. The reflex of his silhouette against the car light made him look especially handsome, powerful, and dangerous. Clare was trembling at the mere sight of the tyrant.

Will she be able to escape?

"Enough running angel?" Morris' icy tone turned the night breeze chiller but Clare could see the burning flame in the depth of Morris' eyes burning right through her core.

Of all the feelings Christ had experienced upon learning of Morris’s yearning for Clare, nothing compared to the fury that exploded when he finally saw Morris in person. He stepped forward, and hid Clare behind. 

"Get out of the way you bastard!" Christ spit the words out with unbearable rage only to sound as a joke to the tyrant who responded with a mocking laugh.

 "What is so funny?" Christ

"Fool" Morris one word rendered Christ silent. 

"Come here," said Morris and everyone knew it was meant toward Clare. 

"N-no" after a long while Clare answered, her stammering tone betrayed her fierce eyes.

Morris chuckled "You sure are stubborn" his rigid tone coldly command "Get them"

Upon hearing the order the bodyguards rush forward to corner and separate the young couple. Four of them roughly drag Christ away while the other stand in to prevent Clare from going to Christ without touching her as they still value their life. 

Christ tries to struggle away from the bulk man's grip but to no avail. The assault left him battered and bruised. He was beaten to a pulp as he coughed up blood.

"S-stop stop it" Clare cried out

Morris takes a few long strikes toward Clare, he yanks her into his chest as he locks her in his arms. 

"Let go, tell them to stop!" She yells as tears stream down, her pleas only fall to the tyrant deaf ear but the tears manage to soften Morris’s heart as he gives a sign to stop. 

"Christ!" Clare cried out for her boyfriend as she attempted to help him up only to be  locked tightly in Morris’ embrace. 

Christ was scurrying on the ground with a bruised body and bloody face. 

"Tsk Tsk! what a pity sight" Morris mocks at the insight, his poisonous tongue mercilessly taunting the male. 

Clare's eyes were filled with tears as she turned and glared at Morris. The sight turns the tyrant on as his cock shamelessly hardens.

"Bring him to the warehouse" Morris orders. He then picks Clare up, puts her on his shoulder, and walks toward the cars.

Clare tried to struggle but her strength was like an ant compared to Morris' giant body. Even in this situation he is not the type to give up, she lands a continuous punch against Morris' back but the tyrant doesn't seem to feel the pain as he keeps walking. Clare keeps hitting and squirming like an octopus, the action ceases immediately when a slap lands on her butt.

"Y-you pervert asshole!" Clare curse loudly in between her sobs

"Well you soon see what a pervert I am" Morris retorted. Oh just how much he wanted to fuck those dirty mouth.

It was a two hour ride and they were back at the Morris mansion, Clare got carried to the room on the second floor by none other than Morris. With a soft thud, Clare lands on the king-size bed.

Morris takes his blazer off, loosens his tie, and undos his cufflinks. Seeing the chance Clare took the initiative to run toward the door she only made it two-step before Morris' voice rang "One more step angel and your beloved boyfriend is dead”

The threat was fruitful indeed Clare stopped in place with a stammering voice she asked "W-what do y-you want?"

"What do I want?" Morris asks with a quirked brow

"Strip for me an angel. Show me how sexy you are" Morris then continued whispering near Clare's ear as he smirked "Naked"

"Y-you" Clare's anger flared up but she dare not provoke the tyrant

"On the count of three, angel. I dislike repeating things twice" Morris uninterested said

Clare is hesitant but for Christ's life she slowly starts to unbutton her shirt. She only made it to the second buttons when Morris intervened. "Wait" said Morris

Clare gains hope as she entertains the possibility that Morris might change his mind and let her go but his next words prove the opposite of her thoughts.

"Start with your shorts," Morris said with a coaxing smile

Clare bites her lips trying to suppress the anger that surge to snap the man's head off as she slowly takes off her shorts. Clare's cheek flushed crimson, she was now left with a snap shirt that barely covered her thighs.

"Come here" the tyrant was sitting on the sofa, his posture domineering, his legs stretched wide open. Clare obediently walks toward the tyrant. 

"Kneel" Morris

"This is too much," Clare said, her voice filled with fury.

This is a big humiliation to her, no one ever made her kneel, no one not even her parents but does she have a choice?

Morris said nothing as he held the bigger card leaving the smaller figure no choice but to kneel obediently. 

"I did as you said. Don't kill him, please let him go" an angel voice pleads as she kneels before a tyrant staring at her as if a hunter waiting to devour his prey.

"I'm not done yet, angel. We barely start." Morris said as he wiped Clare's tears away.

"Now be a good girl and suck it," Morris said as his hand motioned his already hardened cock.

Clare's eyes widen with fear, she gulps as the imperious thought occupy her mind ‘The size is inhumane’