Day 10: Johnny wakes up feeling achy. Everywhere hurts. Slowly, he bent his head forward and grunted as the pain ran down the back of his neck and settled back between his shoulders. He squirmed and fell back onto the mattress. This is going to be more difficult than you think. With each passing second, sanity slowly returned, and before long, his heart began to beat in a frantic rhythm. Last night he went out. “Johnny? Is that you?" Johnny grumbled. Is not. No, no, no, nogggg. He pressed his face deeply into the bed below. Your boy is having an erection. It's not just the usual "good morning flag" phenomenon. He is remembering. He jumped when he heard a familiar voice. Her voice. “Damn it!” he mumbled softly. How do you handle this? How can you explain this? Anyone else! Anyone can do that. But no, it was her sitting next to him, when he finally gathered the courage to turn the chair around. Her red hair was loose; wavy curls running down her back. She wears a white shirt that
“You are not an Imposer.” Janice shook her head, “I don't think so. I mean, you can, you're strong, very manly and full of control. But that is the problem. Isn't that right, Johnny? There's too much work to do to stay in control." She raised her slender hand and twisted her fingers into the hair at the nape of Johnny's neck. It was an intimate gesture, full of meaning. Ah, right. Damn crazy bullshit. Yena was right: Sloan no no no. She would look straight at a person and start tearing them apart. No matter how painful it is. Even though she wasn't asked to do so. All night long, she did this to him, provoking, urging, and stabbing him until he surrendered. Janice's free hand grabbed Johnny's thigh and gently provoked it. Johnny swallowed hesitantly, but then let Janice do as he pleased, and so she stepped between his outstretched thighs as if she belonged there. “I won't tell anyone your secrets, Johnny. I keep a lot of secrets; that's my job. If you tell me to leave you alone, I w
“Push him straight up. I want him to sit on his heels,” Celia said and the two men pulled him up.Kid's face was red and wet with tears. His ribcage, unlike his back, showed just a single red whip.“Open your legs, Slave,” Celia said.Kid sobbed violently, his chest shaking with it, but he obeyed.“You were a good boy, Slave. I think you deserve a present.” Celia glides her whip slowly over the boy and Kid's balls. Kid's breathing stopped immediately and only returned after Celia had done it a few times.Slowly, his boy began to stir, erect despite the humiliation and shame. Despite the fact that his audience is anxiously awaiting the moment when Celia uses the other penis on him. Despite the fact that he had no idea what would happen next.Celia continued to coax Kid's erection, going further by kneeling and stroking him with her hands. Kid groaned as his sensitive flesh was expertly caressed. He seemed to have forgotten about the whip, unaware of Celia's fake boy, his body slowly mo
Johnny took a long, hot shower. It helps soothe his sore muscles. The damage was minor, just a few bruises and stripes on his butt. It was a relief to know that no trace would be visible once he put on his clothes.He stopped to buy coffee on his way to work. He didn't want to be near the coffee pot area in the office. Fellow officers would try to get him to talk, and Johnny wasn't in the mood. He walked away quietly, nodded to the clerk, and then got into the elevator, without saying a word to the security guard of the building accompanying him.“Agent Kudo.” Johnny set down his leather briefcase next to his desk, and put coffee next to his keyboard before turning to the officer who had just appeared."YES?"“There was a message for you late last night. Clerk brought it up this morning.” The young man handed the message to Johnny and left.“Thanks,” Johnny mumbled following the young man's back and looking down at the message. Agents at the FIA called. Johnny looked at his watch and
Yena was scribbling furiously when Johnny walked in. She seemed to be in a better mood than last night. Johnny must have complimented Sloan.“What are you writing?” Johnny asked. He put down the leather briefcase and sat down. The chairs here are much more comfortable than those in the foyer. At the same time, sitting in the hospital room also helped her to talk more.“Dr. Sloan gave me a notebook. Very sweet, isn't it? It's been too long since I wrote anything. I almost forgot how much I loved it,” said Yena. Then she smiled."I didn't ask that, Miss Ruiz," Johnny replied, but there was no stinging in it.She sighed, “I'm…you know. I just want to preserve my memories before I stop believing in them myself.”Johnny really didn't know what to say except, "That could lead to a subpoena, you know?"She seemed to be hit hard, the pen in her hand fell down with a 'clack'. "Really? Why did you do that?”"Nothing," he said easily, "forget what I just said."She looked at him, then bent over
When I opened my eyes and realized it was morning, it took me a few minutes to regain my orientation. The anxiety that lasted all night was slowly fading away. I don't remember when I fell asleep, I just remember lying in bed thinking for hours, trying to get out of my current situation without having Eric come to my rescue later.The room I slept in was beautiful and perfect. Every morning, sunlight would flood the room as Celia stepped in to pull back the heavy curtains. I told her I could do it myself, but she just ignored me and continued to prepare the room.“She's not allowed to talk to me,” Eric said as he sat down on the edge of the bed. It's only been his second week at the mansion and he looks so tired, as if he's never rested. He kept complaining that he couldn't continue to wear clothes to sleep for the rest of his life. But he did it every night.Eric was more erratic than usual during the first few weeks. Yes, you are very cruel. He constantly challenged me, teaching me
The worst is about to happen when the dream suddenly changes again. Everything is now faster, even faster than real time. Eric opened the door and asked what the hell was going on, and the arms that were holding me let go. They huddled in the corner of the wall behind me. Freed, I stood up and ran into his arms. I wrapped my arms around him and told him what they were up to.They try to deny it. Eric told them to shut up. He took me in his arms, told them to stay put, and led me out of the ruined room full of air mattresses and clothes, into another room that I recognized as his.He put me down by the door while looking at me once, “Are you okay?” he asked. I nodded, not paying much attention as he ran his hands over his naked body to check for injuries. Seemingly satisfied that I was unscathed, he hugged me again.“What do you want me to do?” he asked. The moment slowed down and I looked into his eyes.“Make them hurt for you,” I whisper.“I will make them pay,” he said. His hands co
Stunned, I watched him leave and brusquely close the door - but that shock was born of a desire to say something to stop him. Anxiety welled up in my stomach as I sat alone. All I can think about is that dream and how wonderful it feels to be kissed by him. What's wrong with me!I don't need to wait too long to think about the questions, or my body's response to them. The door to my room suddenly opened and Eric walked in. Celia followed him, wearing nothing but a pair of black lace panties.Eric quietly closed the door behind them, not in a hurry to pay attention to the obvious question on my face: what the hell was she doing here?Celia is clearly sleeping. Her hair was loose and a little messy. She stood there silently, her hands covering her beautiful small breasts. She didn't look nervous, just shy and curious. A stark contrast to the night she overpowered the Kid in front of a room full of strangers. I looked her in the eye, and when she looked back, I think she flashed a mischi
It's just a feeling, but I've been feeling it for a while. Someone is following me. I contacted Kudo, and he seriously sent some scouts to see if I was in danger. He was supposed to see me in a few days, in the name of investigating a fake case. During that time, he wanted me to behave normally. He didn't want my stalker to find out I knew.Kudo said he had heard several reports of people targeting Raymond's allies. Raymond has been missing for over a year and his government is not happy about it. They think the FBI has something to do with his disappearance. Of course they have no proof. Kudo didn't seem too upset about that, though. The culprit is clearly an unknown person. He freed eighteen women from sexual slavery.When I first heard the news, I immediately thought it might be Eric, and my heart felt like it was being squeezed by someone. Kudo didn't say it, but I think he might as well suspect Eric. It showed in the way he asked if I was likely to know who the person was or if s
Johnny sits across from former Miss Yena Ruiz. She looks terrible. Her long dark hair was pulled back from her face and pulled into a messy bun. She has dark circles under her eyes and doesn't eat much either. The lack of food kept her in the hospital for another 72 hours, but they couldn't keep her once she decided she wanted to leave. Agent Sloan was also in the room. The revelations of the case were hard to swallow for her, too, and Johnny wished there was some way to comfort her without misleading her into thinking he was seducing her. She went to his room after visiting Yena at the hospital, and learned about his last conversation with Yena. They discussed the case for a while, but then she wanted to talk about the night they had sex, and he had to tell her frankly that it was just a one-night stand. She called him a coward. He called her even worse. “Is this the last piece of paper?” Anne Caliph asked. “Yes,” Johnny said. “Once you step out of this room, you will be Anne Cali
“Why don't you let me decide for myself what is right? I want to stay with you.” I said choked. My heart rate increased, and I couldn't hold back the tears anymore. You're giving me a chance to go back home, back to my life, back to what I said I wanted - but all I can think about is, it doesn't matter if That means I'll never see you again. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel and pressed his forehead against it, “You don't know what you want, Nana, and what you want, you're just brainwashed into wanting them.” I immediately inhaled, trying to protest; He raised his hand to stop me. “I've been doing this for a long time - manipulating people to my liking. That's why I think I love you. Because you broke me and then put me back together and made me believe it. This is not an accident. Once you've left everything behind…you'll see that." I could barely see him through the mist of tears clouding my vision. Eric believed what he said. I could hear it in his voice – but he was w
I was just unbuttoning my shirt when it happened. There was a huge explosion and something hit me right in the face. I reached up to touch my cheek. The breath left me in a heartbeat. Eric was above me, screaming, but I couldn't hear what he was saying. Looks like I didn't hear anything. My head ached. I bumped it to the floor when Eric lunged at me. Bricks flew everywhere. “Nana!” Eric shouted as he shook me. It pierced the silence in my head. BOOM! Another flood of rubble flew towards us. Eric lay on top, covering my face with his hands while burying his head near my shoulder. There's someone out there shooting at us. My eyes drifted to the door and I could see huge holes in what used to be wood. We rolled to the back of the bed. My whole body was shaking and I had no idea what was going on. Eric was pushing me and I cried out in pain. “Get in the tub!” He shouted. Then he pushed me again. I managed to get up on my hands and knees. Crawling towards the bathroom, I squirmed in
The mansion is very quiet, strangely quiet. No Felipe. No Celia. No Raymond. Eric didn't answer and I didn't ask any questions.It was very hot outside, even though it was only early morning. I realized I hadn't stepped outside in a long time, under the bright sun. I am wearing clothes. I was…free. My footsteps stopped when that realization hit. FREE!“The truck isn't far, keep going,” Eric said coldly.I felt myself choking, an excited laugh escaping my lips, “Where are we going?” I said with tears of joy in my eyes."Please don't ask. Just go with me.”I looked at him, the pain on his face was so intense. Now is not the time to argue with you. Whatever he was doing, it seemed like a big deal. It will change everything between the two of us, but he is begging me to go with him, and when the man you love asks you to go with him – you will.We walked less than a mile, but I was amazed at the overall scale of Felipe's mansion. Whatever his business is, it's probably making a profit. We
Fear aside, I parted my lips and let his tongue invade my mouth. He groaned as I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him down on top of me. I tug on his dirty shirt and he pulls away from the kiss just long enough to pull it over his head. Sand and blood, I'm sure, fell on my face, but I just wiped them off with the back of my hand and continued to kiss Eric. His hands were everywhere at once, touching my hair, pulling me close, squeezing my breasts. His pillow hill slid between my knees, pushing them apart. I opened my legs and let Eric's lower belly press against me. I can feel his masculinity, confined in his jeans, pressing against his inner thighs. As we pounced on each other, a part of his wild personality seeped into me and before I knew it, I pushed him aside. He grabbed my shirt and let out a sound I understood to be a warning. “Yours, Eric. I promise," I said. I grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head, exposing my breasts to Eric. His mouth came in, causi
Eric has been gone for hours. I sat on the floor, next to his gun, waiting for something to happen, anything. So many times I thought about leaving the room and looking for him, but still tried to convince myself to give up the idea. Eric told him to wait. So I wait.A sense of dread began to rise as I saw light seeping through the curtains. The sun was rising and Eric hadn't come back yet. I wonder if Celia will return, but I doubt it will. The bridge between us has been completely burned down. The only consolation was knowing that she would keep Felipe from harming me.Suddenly, there was a very loud thud at the door, and then another hour. My heart almost jumped in my throat, but then I remembered Eric said he'd knock twice. I reached for the gun, just in case.I watched the revolving door handle and when the door swung open I could barely absorb what I was seeing. Eric stood in the doorway. His body was covered in mud. Blood stains everywhere.“Eric?” I managed to whisper, but sti
“There will be no trial,” Kudo said. He started walking again, a fist resting on the back of his neck. “I know how it is. I don't want to believe it, but I know. I've been arguing with my boss for the past few hours. There will be…” Kudo seemed very flustered. “There will be a lot of arrest warrants, I'm sure. Those who are auctioned will no doubt be taken to a shelter, but… no justice will be served. Not the kind that those victims deserve.” "How can that be?" I sobbed. “How could you let that happen?” “Raymond is a senior officer in the Pakistani Army, Nana. His government will not allow a scandal to get out. They agreed to let our government take part in the raid on the condition that they keep their men out of the way. When the chaos is over, it's up to them to decide who's present and who's not, that's how international political organizations work." I felt like someone had just hit me in the chest with a heavy wooden stick. For the second time in my life, I understood Eric's
“Are you sick?” Eric whispered. His blond brows furrowed nervously. I've never seen him like this. He looks so happy and peaceful. I reached up and stroked his beautiful face. "I am fine." He wiped my eyes, "Then why are you crying?" "I don't know," I replied and continued to run my hand over his face. "I think I'm just happy." He smiled, "Strange reaction to happiness, but that's okay." He bent down and licked away one of my tears. I squirmed, “What are you doing?” I laugh. "I'm curious," he whispered seriously. "About what?" “Will happy tears taste the same as sad tears?” he replied. His words made me cry harder. I can't control them. I am overwhelmed by everything. "And?" I managed to ask. "I think they're sweeter," he replied, kissing me, "but maybe it's just your face." We burst out laughing. I heard voices. I sat up in bed. For a few seconds, I forgot where I was. The room is very small. There are bars on the window frames. The bed wasn't Eric's. “I can't come back