Chapter 4

Lucia could hardly move nor even tell what was happening with her. The only thing she knew was that her body was being carried by two of Sylvester's men. Her eyes were very hazy and her face hurts very badly because of the punch she received.

“W-where are you...taking...me?” Her worried voice was barely out in a whisper as she was forced inside a van. The neighbors and people out on the street close to the building all had their eyes fixed on the men who hurriedly threw a petite figure inside their van. Again another victim of Sylvester King and they all knew that person's fate was sealed for both torture and death.

“P-please....l-let me go...” Lucia's eyes were barely able to open halfway. Her back hurts. Her shoulders and her face all hurts at the same time. Even a harsh headache was surfacing. Before she lost her consciousness she wanted them to let her go. She knew where she was being taken to. To her death and she didn't even know why. She still couldn't puzzle out the connection between her sister and Sylvester. Lucia now wonders if they do have her sister.

“Where is...my sister?” She asked and her ears which were still fully alert heard one of the men on her right say to her with a chuckle. “I think we should be the one asking you that. But don't worry sugarcakes. The mime will make you blurt out everything for sure.” Lucia gulped after hearing the mime. Everybody heard about him. Some were rumours but only the dead ones truly met him. He was Sylvester's top torture men. He was ruthless and didn't hesitate to use any methods necessary whether it's a man or a woman.

“What is...all these about? W-why does Sylvester want me...and, what's the issue with my sister.... Please, we have nothing against Kings...Ah!” She felt another punch to her belly and heard the one on her left yell out at her. “Shut the fuck up!”

The men in the van all laughed out while Lucia lowered herself while rubbing her belly. This men weren't humans but cruel savages. They didn't hesitate to hit a woman but it also wasn't surprising in this dark city owned by Kings. A woman was no less than a commodity for use and when they're passed their usefulness they get thrown out into the garbage.

Lucia's head became hazy and she couldn't keep her eyes open again. Her eyes dared to spill tears as she curled herself in between two bulky men. She could hear her own heartbeat racing like crazy. She wanted to jump out of the van through the window but she couldn't. She knew if she even dared to make the move she would be killed on the spot.

But then the thought that if they wanted her dead then they would have already ended her life back in her apartment. Her barely opened eyes stared at the window on her left and she wonders if she could make the jump and catch these men off guard. With her blurry vision she was able to find a pocket knife hidden in the right flank of one of the men in between her. She quickly took it and hid it under her shirt.

Lucia tried her best to stay awake. Soon she could feel the van almost coming to a stop. They had been driving for more than two hours. And, Lucia saw the alley they were already in. They were on the north side of the city and Lucia had heard lots of stories about here from some prostitutes who were sent here sometimes to pleasure the gang members.

The van came to a stop and Lucia waited for the man on her left to get down from the van. The van stopped in front of a base with a tall metal black gate at the entrance. Lucia felt scary goosebumps all over her with this dark alley they were in. By the time the man got out and was about pulling her down from the van she quickly pulled out the knife from under her shirt and stabbed him hard in his left lower stomach.

“Ah!” A masculine screechy cry left the guy's mouth which left the others confused for only a millionth second and Lucia quickly dashed away running as fast as her legs could take her. Despite her haziness and pain all over her body she fought to run but she couldn't even run a few steps as a car's headlights nearly blinded her and she stopped to shield her eyes with her hands.

Lucia opened her eyes to see the silhouette of a tall man step out of that car. And, then a bullet was fired at her from behind. “Aaaaaaah!” Her right thigh was injured and she felt herself hitting the ground before holding her right thigh that was now bleeding profusely. The pain became too unbearable for her and everything went black in an instant.

Sylvester walked towards the person laying on the ground lifeless. He already assumed she was dead from the bullet fired by one of his men. But then he pulled out his gun and shot at the man who had shot at her. Sylvester got a little down in a squatting position to look at the woman on the ground. Her pink lips puckered in reaction to her chest heaving a little showing she was still alive and breathing.

He tapped her cheeks slightly and immediately could tell she had simply passed out. Looking at her more closely he was reminded of Liliana. They both had the same long brown hair and strawberry colored lips. But unlike Liliana who was on the sexy figure side, the woman on the ground looked more lean than ever. Her body shape was fine but she wasn't close to Sylvester's tastes in a woman. She had no huge curves at all like Liliana.

“My Lord...” Chacho came up to him with his head bowed. Sylvester let out a deep breath and even wondered why he left his mansion to come all the way down here. His men could have easily handled her but Danilo wanted her alive for reasons Sylvester struggled to know about.

“What should we do with her My Lord?” Chacho asked while Sylvester looked at the woman on the ground one more time. No doubt she was beautiful in face but her body drew in the line for him. He liked sensual and seductive women and that was the reason he took a deep liking to Liliana.

But then looking at her he wondered what this woman had to be related to Liliana. No doubt she knew something about that bitch. Not wanting to think much on it he lowered his hand and carried Lucia before loading her on his shoulder.

Chacho wonders why Sylvester was bothered about handling such a lowlife. He initially wanted her dead before and now he was carrying her. He simply told the gang to make way for Sylvester as he made his way inside the base which was his torture house. He got inside with her and took the elevator up to his personal playroom. A VIP room in this place.

She barely weighed anything on his shoulder that handling her seemed like a joke to Sylvester. He stepped out of the elevator and met two of his men waiting outside his playroom. One of them opened the door for him and before entering he ordered them to leave him alone.

Sylvester walked into his playroom that was dimly lighted. The walls fully painted in both burgundy and black colours. A four poster bed covered with red satin sheets was at the center of the spacious room. Sylvester came close to the edge of the bed and threw Lucia on the bed.

He walked towards one of the drawers and took out two metal handcuffs. He got on the bed and handcuffed both her wrists to both vertical columns of the bed. In the process he sniffed her neck. Sylvester was drunk but not heavily to loose his senses. He knew when a woman smelt nice and this woman on his bed did. He didn't know if it was the alcohol in his system now taking control.

He lighted a cigarette and blew the smoke on her face. His body suddenly gaining more heat as he looked at her long pale neck and licked it. His hands roughly grabbed her shirt and brazenly tore open her shirt revealing her black lacy bra hiding her two medium sized swells.

Watching her chest heave softly because of her breathing made his dick to twitch in his pants. The air in the room became so congested and hot all of a sudden and Sylvester smirked while coming to lick her right ear and to whisper. “You are...fucking beautiful.”