“Dad!” she screams, her voice cracking as the car disappears from sight. My grip on her remains unyielding, my hands steady around her. I can feel her trembling, her shoulders shaking with sobs. She doesn’t stop struggling, but I don’t let go.She turns to me, her face streaked with tears, her eyes brimming and swollen. Her cheeks sag, a picture of heartbreak.“Please,” she whispers, her voice trembling. “Just let me go. Let me go back to my family.”Her words sting in a way I didn’t expect, but I ignore the pang in my chest. She doesn’t understand—she can’t. I hoist her over my shoulder, ignoring her soft cries and the weak pounding of her fists against my back.The walk to the house feels longer than it should, her muffled pleas ringing in my ears. I push the door open and head straight to my room, the only place where I can remind her what she means to me.Her tears seep into my shirt, warm and wet, but I don’t stop. She’s mine. She belongs here.I set her down gently, sitting her
SkyMy eyes flutter open to the sound of my stomach growling, a hollow ache reminding me of how little I’ve eaten. I sit up, resting my head against the pillow behind me, and let out a deep sigh. The events of last night replay in my mind—the failed attempt to see my father, the crushing disappointment. The open window lets in a cool breeze, carrying with it an unnerving silence. It’s eerily quiet.Dare isn’t home.The realization sparks a glimmer of hope. I scramble to the closet, yanking out the white sheets, my hands moving with a frantic urgency. I drag the sheets to the bed, tying the ends together in tight knots. Next, I pull down the black curtains and secure them to the makeshift rope. My heart pounds as I glance out the window, checking the ground below.The guards are fewer than usual.A smile creeps across my face. Maybe this is it—my chance to escape him. My father must be worried sick, and I can’t let him stay that way. I know I swore my life to Dare in that moment of des
Dare I have been quiet for a while now, trying to control the urge to snap her pretty little neck and rid myself of the trouble she brings. It takes everything in me to stay composed, but the thought of her daring to escape me gnaws at the edges of my patience. How far was she willing to go just to get away from me?I replayed the scene in my head, watching her through the cameras in her room as she tied the ends of the sheet together. Brave of her, trying to climb down the window like that. If I hadn’t caught sight of the man lurking outside the gate, waiting to whisk her away, she might have made it. That thought alone tightens the knot in my chest—a mixture of fury and something deeper, something I refuse to acknowledge.“Did you forget what you said to me?” My voice is low but sharp, my eyes locked on her. Her head is bowed, but I can see the sadness in her eyes when she glances up, the glint of guilt trying to play its part.It doesn’t move me.A deal is a deal, and she belongs
SkyI ran down the corridor, my bare feet slapping against the cold floor as I knocked frantically on door after door, hoping someone would answer. Time felt like it was slipping through my fingers. Any moment now, Dare would realize I was gone, and if he found me, there would be no escape.A door creaked open behind me, and I spun around. A man in his thirties stepped out, his curly hair messy, a robe draped loosely over his frame. His sleepy eyes scanned me, taking in my dark hair and the oversized white robe clinging to my trembling body.“Please,” I begged, my voice shaking. “Can I use your phone?”He hesitated, glancing down the hall. My heart pounded in my chest, the room Dare and I had shared looming at the end of the corridor. I could almost feel his presence, his shadow creeping closer.“Please,” I repeated, desperation cracking my voice. “Just one call. I promise.”The man sighed, his gaze flicking around nervously, but he finally opened the door wider. Without waiting, I da
Dare “You threw me!” she screams, her voice trembling with rage as I step down from the garbage truck. “I could have died!” “But you didn’t,” I say flatly. “Let’s go.” “I’m not going anywhere with you!” Her defiance is infuriating, but this isn’t a negotiation. Grabbing her arm, I drag her along despite her struggles. She pulls against my grip, but it’s pointless—I’m not letting go. Mark is starting to get on my nerves. If I weren’t cornered with her in tow, I would’ve torn through those men and killed him myself, consequences be damned. But things are different now. I miss the days when my decisions didn’t come with strings attached. No responsibilities. No vulnerabilities. I could kill her right here if I wanted, but the thought of Mark or anyone else getting their hands on her twists something dark inside me. She makes me greedy. Possessive, if you want to call it that. She drives me insane. A week with her and I’m addicted, obsessed. The idea of losing her is unbearable, ev
Sky We arrive at another location which I could only assume was one of his safe house. I wasted no time finding a room, peeling off my filthy clothes, and rushing into the bathroom. I was still seething. He had thrown me—literally thrown me—out of a window into a trash cabinet. The stench was unbearable, clinging to my skin as if it had fused with my pores. And the chase? My life dangled by a thread the entire time, all thanks to him. As I stood under the stream of water, my thoughts drifted to my father. He was probably tearing the hotel apart by now, looking for me. But we’d already slipped away, leaving no trace. Would he find me in time? The sound of the bathroom door creaking open jolted me from my thoughts. My head whipped around, and my eyes widened. “What are you doing?” I yelled, grabbing a towel to cover myself. Dare stepped in, completely unfazed, and completely naked. The water from the shower streamed over his sculpted figure as he stood under the same spray as me.
Sky Kayla's voice rang out behind me, loud as she counted. “Twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine…” I sprinted toward the house, my heart pounding with excitement. The sun was beginning to dip behind the trees, casting long shadows over Mrs. Klaus garden. I pushed the door open quietly, careful not to let it slam and give away my position. Inside, the smell of roasted chicken and freshly baked bread filled the air. Mrs. Klaus was in the dining room, carefully laying out plates and silverware. She looked up as I darted past, her expression half-amused and half-stern. “No running in the house, Sky,” she warned. “I’m playing hide-and-seek with Kayla!” I whispered back, my tone conspiratorial, as though it excused everything. Mrs. Klaus rolled her eyes but waved me off. “Just don’t break anything.” I nodded and moved quickly through the living room, scanning for the perfect hiding spot. The cabinet by the bookshelf caught my eye. It was just big enough for me to squeeze into if I
Dare Everything was out of place, things were turning out more differently that I expected it to, From the minute I met Sky into my life and the visit from Mark, it was all a disaster. The sound of the door bell catches my attention and I make my way to the door. An unexpected guess stands there with a smile on his face. “Dare, it’s been a while” Mark says. He is wearing a blue Jean on a black leather jacket clad with his combat boot. I spot the BMW right behind him and he turns his eyes to it. “Sweet ride don’t you think” he asks and I give him a slight nod. Mark and I have been buddies, we work for the same organization until I left and decided to start afresh. When he first joined us, he was a naive little boy who needed a family, I thought him everything he knew, made sure he could stay on his back on his own. He was my right hand man, I’m certain that when I left he took over my position. “Why are you here?” I ask leaning on the door, the urge to let him in was the las
Dare“What the hell is going on?” Mark’s barges out of the room in front of me confused by the sudden alarm.Without thinking, I grab him by the collar and shove him back into the room. He stumbles, but before he can recover, I have him in a headlock, my arm crushing his throat as I press the gun to his temple. He freezes. He knows I’m not playing games.“Where is she?” I growled. Instead of answering, he has the audacity to smirk. I could see it plainly from the mirror in front of me.“I knew I shouldn’t have left you alone. How the hell did you—”I don’t let him finish. I slam the barrel of the gun against his head, the impact making him grunt in pain. “The next time, it won’t just be the barrel. I’ll put a bullet through your skull. Now, tell me—where the hell is she?”The desperation in my voice is bare. My hands are trembling, my mind racing. Every second wasted feels like another inch she’s pulled further out of my reach, another chance I might lose her forever. And I can’t los
DareThe man from earlier stepped into the room. His black apron was stained with dark patches, and an assortment of tools hung from its front. His hand gripping a knife as he sharpened it with a gravel. Mark stood in front of me, arms crossed, his lips twisted into a smile.“I really wished we could spend more time together, Dare,” he said, his tone clouded with mock regret. “But unfortunately, your time has come to an end.”He turned to the man behind him, gesturing toward me. “Make sure his death is slow and painful,” he ordered before casually turning toward the door.“Mark!” I shouted, my voice filled with rage. “Don’t you dare leave me here, Mark!”He stopped in the doorway, tucking his hands into his pockets, and turned his head slightly to glance back at me. A smirk plastered on his face.“Goodbye, Dare. I no longer have use for you,” he said his final words to me.“You promised me!” I bellowed, straining against the chains that bound me. “You said you were going to let her g
DareFour days—four agonizing, torturous days—had passed since I told him the truth about Klaus. Four days of silence, of being left alone with my thoughts, and the sinking feeling that something had happened to Sky.Now, as he walks toward me, dragging a chair to sit uncomfortably close, I could see it in his expression—something wasn’t right.“Dare, my brother,” he greeted me casually, as he usually does knowing damn well that it pisses me off.The poison in my voice was immediate. “Where is she?”“Relax,” he said, his tone sickening as he sank into the chair. He leaned back, crossing one leg over the other, like he had all the time in the world.I couldn’t take it. The silence, his smug demeanor, the uncertainty—it was eating me alive. My fists clenched against the restraints, my voice rising despite my exhaustion. “Where is she, Mark?”He sighed dramatically, tilting his head to look at me with patience. “Didn’t I already tell you to relax? Why the rush, dear brother?” “I told yo
LeviI walk through the glass door into a building tall enough to be a skyscraper, Blood dripping from my hands, my shirt is also bloody. I walk past the receptionist, her lips part as she tries to speak to me but I don’t have time for such pleasantries. I never will.My hands grip the door knob tightly as I pull it down, my eyes catches him, he sits so relaxed for a man whose ass is on fire, my fist tightens at the sight in front of me. He is seated on the couch, his head pushed backward resting on the top, and his eyes partly closed. The buttons of his red shirt were open revealing his hairy chest, a woman is on her knees in front of him, his hands grip her hair forcefully as he shoves his cock down her throat. The constant choking fills the room. I slam the door, making know of my presence. The woman on her knees jumps in fear turning to me, my cold eyes met hers and I frown that she is still kneeling there instead of doing the needful.“Out” my voice is dead and unfazed. I plunge
SkyI stood in the center of the room, trembling, my legs barely holding me up. A tiny thin white dress was draped over my body, exposing relevant parts. I felt weak—so weak that I could hardly lift my head. Whatever Mark had injected me with was still in my system, dragging me down, making every breath feel like a battle.I blinked against the heavy darkness surrounding me, straining to make sense of where I was. The air was suffocatingly still, but then, out of nowhere, a dim red light came to life in front of me. My heart stuttered as six more followed, each glowing faintly in the oppressive blackness.It took me a moment to process what I was looking at—rows of rooms pressed tightly against one another, their walls opaque except for the illuminated windows. Inside each room, I saw silhouettes. People. Watching me.Each figure wore a mask, their features hidden behind designs—gold, black, crimson, silver. Eyes gleamed through the slits, unblinking and fixed on me. Behind every mas
DareTwo days. It’s been two goddamn days since I told Mark I’d talk. Since I broke and gave him the one thing he wanted from me—my willingness to give in. And yet, not a single soul has come into this room. No food. No water. No Mark. Just me, dangling from these chains like a forgotten animal in a cage.My body is weak, the weight of the chains pulling at my wrists, my shoulders screaming in pain. I can’t stand upright anymore, not even when I force my legs to push against the floor. My head hangs low, and all I can hear is the sound of my own ragged breathing echoing in this cursed room.The red light from the camera blinks at me from the corner, they’re watching me. But they don’t say a word. No taunts, no orders, just silence.Mark is playing his game. Letting me stew in my thoughts, letting my imagination run wild. He knows exactly what he’s doing. I’ve been left to think of the worst—that he’s already harmed Sky, that he’s done something unspeakable to her, or that he’s plannin
“Are you going to talk now, Dare?” Mark asked, though we both knew Dare couldn’t hear him—not yet, anyway. Mark’s voice filled with irony as he continued. “Are you still going to keep your mouth shut after seeing her like this? You’ve no idea the plans I have for her. The things I’ll do to her. And I’ll make sure you watch every second of it.” He glanced at me, his cold smile widening. “So you understand that you are the cause of all this. She didn’t ask for any of it.”Mark pointed accusingly at him through the glass, as if he were scolding a child. He couldn’t hear a word, but it didn’t matter—Mark was enjoying the theatrics.“Connect the sound system,” Mark suddenly ordered, his tone sharp. One of his men stepped forward, fiddling with a control panel near the wall. A faint hum filled the room as the audio link clicked on.The first sound I heard was Dare’s voice. Even in my disoriented state, I could hear him as cold as the night but it faded out quickly.“I swear to you, Mark,” H
SkyI lay there, vulnerable and exposed, every inch of me trembling not from cold but from the utter helplessness that consumed me. The sterile surface of the table beneath me pressed against my skin, intensifying the humiliation I was drowning in. My breathing was shallow, and my chest heaved with the effort to stay composed, though tears blurred my vision.Mark knelt between my legs, enjoying the view he saw. His smug grin made my stomach churn. I tried to twist my head, desperate to catch a glimpse of Dare through the mirrored glass. I knew he was watching, forced to witness every second of this nightmare. My heart broke for him, for us, as Mark made merry in the pain he inflicted on us.“Please, don’t do this,” I begged, my voice trembling, the words barely audible. My throat felt raw, as if the sweetness was gone from it.Mark’s grin widened at my plea. He tilted his head, his gaze flickering over me like I was nothing more than prey he’d caught in his trap. “Begging now, darling
DareThe door open the next day, and I knew what was coming. I had barely gotten any rest, my body too battered to find relief even in unconsciousness. My wrists ached from the heavy metal cuffs, and my ribs screamed with every shallow breath. But when Mark walked in with two men behind him, I straightened as much as my broken body would allow. If they wanted to break me, they would have to try harder.Mark’s sharp leather shoes clicked against the cold floor as he approached, his smile more like a predator’s grin. “Good morning, Dare,” he said mockingly, as if this was some casual meeting. “I trust you had a restful night?”I didn’t bother responding. The glare I gave him was all the answer he deserved.Mark turned to the men and motioned toward me. “Get him up.”They moved without hesitation, their rough hands yanking me out of the chair. My knees buckled, but they didn’t care. I felt the burn of the metal cuffs as they tugged at my raw skin, my arms wrenched upwards as they dragged