Huracio The last few hours were hectic. Not only did Helena slip into my office, but someone set fire to Salvatore’s club after tearing it apart. Four people died, and several files went missing. Everything happened at the same time, effectively preventing either side from calling for backup. How did she pull it off? Who is helping her? “We have underestimated your girlfriend,” Salvatore grumbled. “I think it’s time we bring your wife in.” My heart trembled. “Bring her in for what?” I casually asked, trying not to sound worried or antagonistic. “For questioning.” “She doesn’t know anything.” “She met Helena and didn’t tell you anything. How can you be sure of what she knows when we can’t even trust her?” His tone made me wince. It was filled with contempt and mockery. I have always taken pride in being a ruthless slave master, but Its been four months since I took Katalina in, but I am yet to bring a 19 years old to her knees. She even dared to hide things from me. This is disg
KATALINAFuck! He came back early. I wasn’t expecting him to return early. Whenever Huracio wanted to leave the house, I had to act the dutiful, loving wife role. I pack him a box of sandwiches, and a mug of coffee, and accompany him to his car, where I will then kiss him goodbye. When he returns from work, I must also meet him at the door with a broad, happy housewife smile. Kiss him, help him with his suit, and follow him upstairs, where he usually makes me join him in the bathing. When we first got married, these rituals were upsetting. Most times, I ended up with aching jaws from the fake smiles. But with time, doing these things became natural and exciting. I am truly reluctant to see him leave in the mornings, and can’t wait to see him return in the evenings. With time, he would even urge me to sleep longer in bed. Especially if he put me through a tough night. There are days when he sneaks out of the bedroom just to make sure I slept longer. These rituals are no longer ne
KatalinaToday is a Saturday and I will usually sleep in after a vigorously draining night of wanton sex. Even though I spent the night staring at the ceiling, I woke up feeling more tired than when I had sex all night long. My chest felt heavy, and my brain felt slow. Fear of the unknown was crippling me slowly. I left Emilia’s house as early as 7 AM, hoping that when I got home, Huracio would be ready to see me. Maybe he is going to punish me, but for what? Maybe, he is going to tell me they now have my Mum and I am free to go... “You just missed him.” Rosa said. I met her standing by the front door with a white envelope in her hand. “How do you mean?”“He said I should give you this.” She handed me the envelope. Perplexed, I collected it and quickly opened it. Inside was a short note, and it said that Huracio had to travel and would be back soon. I should not play outside too often and be a good girl. “He traveled?” I glared at Rosa as if it was her fault. “He said it was
KATALINAWe had two more lectures before we could call it a day, but I was in no condition to stay in school. Emilia led me to her car and drove me to her place. Having already said too much, I came clean. Amidst tears and hiccups, I told her everything that was happening between Huracio and me. I told her how my Mum wanted me to steal from him, and what she just told me. She was shocked and said nothing for a long time. We just sat there, in her living room, staring into space. “Huracio is Mafia? You mean he is Mafia and you didn’t tell me?” Emilia gasp, breaking the silence. Are you kidding me? My jaws dropped, and I blinked at her in shock, not knowing what to say. Of all that I said, that was all she grasped? She stood up, and started pacing around her living room. Her face was pale from fear. She has express total disregard for Huracio several times. She was thinking about how he could have easily gotten rid of her and she wouldn’t even know how she died. Then, I remember
KATALINA Can’t believe that this file was here all along. It felt so strange, but I was too happy to dwell on it. “I found it!” I hurried over to the staircase rails and waved the file to Emilia. Her face broke into a bright smile and she waved back. “Come on. Come down. Let me see! “ I hurried downstairs and she snatched it. She flipped it open and we found a bunch of papers. The first page of the paper had the normal contract information about the people involved. None of the names was English, or familiar. I tried to search for Mum and Huracio’s names, but they weren’t there. If the contract has anything to do with Mum, shouldn’t her name be on it? Puzzled, I watched as Emilia turned to the next page. More jargons about terms and conditions. I have always hated reading contracts. Too many definitions and explanations. “Hm?” Emilia rapidly flipped the pages until she came to the main body of the contract, but what we found on it was unrecognizable. “What is this?” I mumb
KATALINA I went through the stack of albums three times but couldn’t find it. Frustrated, I went back to Mum’s room and started searching again. This time, I did a slow and meticulous search, going through everything carefully. I knew I was forgetting something, but I couldn’t remember what it was. After a fourth search and still nothing, I gave up. I went to my room to see if there was anything there that I might need. My room was as dusty as the rest of the house. I had the urge to start cleaning but repressed it. This wasn’t my home anymore. Though everything here belonged to me, I have so much now that they don’t matter. I opened my closet and started looking around. Apart from my toiletries that can expire, nothing took my fancy. Even my highly appreciated perfumes and body lotions. All the products I use for my beauty routines felt like trash. Compared to what Huracio picked for me, they are actually trash. But if I leave them behind, they will go to waste, so I packed them
HURACIO She was trembling pretty badly. Her wimpy, begging voice was a warm flame caressing my ears. Each whimper stoked my nerves, and each plea, tingled my cock, leaving it twitchy and throbbing. If I wasn’t struggling with my self-control, I would have suspected that she was on something. But she wasn’t. If she was, then someone must have drugged me too, because I wasn’t faring any better. I spent the week trying to adjust my feelings, reminding myself that she isn’t someone I can love or be allowed to love. I came home believing that I was back to being myself and that she is just a dog I am training. I was determined to confront her about Helena, then break her in the most brutal way. I was going to let her know the consequences of disloyalty to her master. I was going to keep her locked up until nothing existed for her except my name. But the moment she came out of the car, I saw the fear in her eyes, and the hesitation in her steps. It was like something grabbed my neck, ch
KATALINA“Kitty, wake up. Wake up.” His soft, low voice lured me away from sleep as he gently rocked me awake. “Mm” I groaned, reluctantly. “Don’t you have school? You will be late.” He whispered into my ear. His breath was hot, but smelled so good and fresh. I flustered my eyes open and directly met his gaze. Softly gasping, I leaned upward and kissed him on the lips. I couldn’t help it. His gaze was filled with love and care. The way he looked at me, it made me feel safe, confident, and horny. Very horny.When I caught that look the previous day, my brain went blank and my body took over. It felt like that was about to happen again. After kissing him, I wanted more, but while my brain was on sabbatical, he was alert. As I tried to deepen the kiss, he drew back, cupping my head in his large, sensually warm hands. “Your phone has been blowing up. If you don’t get to school soon, Emilia might show up here. How will you explain yourself?” He chuckled teasingly. Groaning with resent
HuracioI yanked her pants down and buried my head between her legs. Inhaling her fresh scent, I couldn't help but sigh. Nothing changed. She was still as intoxicating as ever. She was wet and her thong was soaked. Resenting the piece of lace standing between my tongue and her juice, I rubbed her hard and protruding clitorise. “Aaaah,” She grabbed my hair and jerked her waist up. Yes. This is how I remembered her, how I always wanted her. Slutty and wantonly demanding my touch.“Wueueue, mummmmmy, I want my mummy!” A child’s cry pierced the air, breaking the spell, and bringing us back to our senses. “David!” She gasped and tried to get out of my hand. “No!” instantly filled with resentment and rage, I pushed her back into the bed and trapped her with my body. “Huracio, that's David. He needs me.” “No. I need you. It's my turn!”With eyes filled with confusion and worry, she glared at me. “Huracio, let me go.” “No.” I hurriedly unbuckled my jeans and slid into her pussy. “Ar
Katalina.“Sleep deeper, ten times deeper, twenty times deeper. At the count of five, I will snap my fingers, and you will wake up.” Huracio’s calm and clear voice continued to speak while my heart raced in anticipation for what was about to happen. He counted to five and snapped his fingers. The girls immediately opened their eyes. The men behind them slipped their hands around them and started playing with their bodies. From their nipples to their necks. They buried their noses in the girls’ necks, kissing and biting. Their huge hands didn't go gentle on the breasts, and the girls couldn't stay still or quiet. They were acting drunk and lewd. They really thought it was Huracio that was touching them. They were wimpy, and wiggling, with his name on their lips. He buried his nose in my hair and sniffed me like a dog in heat. “What do you think?” he whispered close to my ear. Watching them like that was quite arousing. I could feel his arousal pushing against my back, and I was tem
Katalina After consoling me, I asked him what he did to them, and he told me it was called hypnosis. He had been hypnotizing them for a week now. Once they gave him the permission to do it the first time, he gained access to their subconscious and could hypnosis them at any time. “As long as what I ask them to do is what they want, they will do it.” He said with a smug face. “So, what do they want now?” Though I knew exactly what they wanted, I still couldn't stop myself from asking. “What else?” He scoffed cockily. “They want me. Are you jealous?” He ruffled my hair when my eyes darkened in anger at his words. His actions reminded me of Dad, and my emotions suddenly got more complicated. “Wake up!” Huracio snapped his fingers. Miss Kim and Grace slowly opened their eyes. They looked relaxed and refreshed. Like someone who just woke up from a deep, long sleep. Grace stretched and grunted, while Miss Kim just sat up and adju
Katalina “Give me your hand.” He said to Miss Kim in a soft, yet authoritative voice. Acting coquettishly, she slowly placed her hand on his outstretched palm. Huracio closed his palm around her hand, and suddenly jerked it. “Sleep!” He ordered. To my shock, she instantly slumped against him. Her eyes were closed and her body was soft. “Oh my gawd! Huracio, what did you do to her?” I snapped in shock and fear. Ignoring me, he scooped her into his arms and carried her over to the biggest couch in the room. After that, he turned to Grace. “Come here.” He said to her, “Yes, Master.” She whimpered, then started crawling towards him. “Huracio, what is going on?” I asked again, really scared now. What sort of trick could turn people into zombies? The thought that he could do that to me started a storm in my mind. “I just put her under my spell.” He shrugged, looking all smug and p
KatalinaMiss Kim suddenly walked forward and raised her hand to slap me. I had enough time to stop it, but why should I? Huracio was their guest and I wanted to see how she would explain it to him. If his feelings for me were still the same, she would be in for some serious trouble. Wouldn't she?“Pah!”Despite how tiny she looked, her slap carried some serious weight. The moment it hit me, my neck involuntarily swung to the side, and my ears started buzzing. Dazed, I took several steps back, holding my cheek. I could literally feel it throbbing like heartbeats, and the pain spread to every part of my face. Fuck. If I knew it would be that painful, I would have stopped it. It's not like Huracio would let me go even though he didn't love me anymore. Just as I was trying to shake off the dizziness that suddenly assailed me, Grace rushed over, trying to follow up with another slap. Just then, the front door opened. Distracted, h
KatalinaIt was a very long night. I have never felt so stifled in my life.Emilia and I spent half of the night sitting in silence. What should we do? It wasn't that we didn't know what to do, but we had no idea how to go about it. Just when dawn arrived, I turned to her. “You should leave.”“What about you?’ “Me?” I chuckled derisively. “I know I can't escape him. But I will feel better if you do.” “He said he wouldn't hurt me.” Emilia reminded me. “I am not scared of him.” I replied with a forlorn face. Huracio keeps his word. So When he said he wouldn't do anything that would hurt me, I believed him. “Salvatore.” Emilia whispered that dreadful name. “He was the one who ordered Dad's death. Dad did nothing, yet he had him killed. What do you think he will do to you once he finds out that I dared to return?” I gave her a level look, hoping she would understand why she had to leave. “...”“We are in America. I still have time…* “You think so?” I wanted to believe her but my i
Katalina“Kata, I am worried. It's been more than a week.”“I know.”Emilia sat beside me as I watched David run around in the flower garden we found behind the house where Hoseok left us more than ten days ago.Since then, he hasn't come back. Two days after he left, he simply told me on the phone that we should sit tight and wait for him. I thought he was trying to arrange Emilia's travels, but after that phone call, his numbers became unavailable, and his absence became like a heavy hill, placed on my chest. I couldn't stop thinking that something terrible would happen soon. Luckily, Emilia was able to inform her father about the situation we were in, and the man promised to take care of their family. They talked every day, and up till now, everything seemed fine on that side. “What can possibly be going on with Hoseok?”“What if we go back and check?” “But he asked us to wait.”“He needs his family's approval. What if he doesn't get it? Wha
Huracio It's midnight, but Houston never sleeps. The night is cold and the breeze is biting as autumn is just around the corner. Standing in front of the hotel’s balcony, gazing at the city lights. The sounds of cars consistently breaking into my thoughts, — I closed my eyes and let my spirit fly. In five years, this is the first time I am in tune with everything around me. I can feel the ambiance and see the details. I feel alive. A few hours ago, Stone returned with a report. Katalina is staying offshore on a relatively safe island, and Emilia is preparing to move to Poland. “We can't let her leave. As long as she is here, Katalina will not be too stubborn.” I told him. “Boss, do we really have to go this far?” Stone finally asked the question I knew was eating him up since I activated RedNote. “What do you think I should do, Stone?” I gave him an enquiring look. “...” Not knowing what to say, he brought out another file and h
Katalina“You have to help me!” I grabbed Hoseok's hand once Huracio got into his car. To my exasperation, Hoseok just shrugged casually. “He can't do anything to you as long as I am here.” This over pampered man had no idea what he was messing with, but he was all I had. I must somehow make him getting moving.“No, Hoseok. You don't understand. Huracio can do and undo. He will find a way. Please, help me.” “Let's go back and talk about this. But first, are you Catherine, or Katalina?” He sneered, his gaze filled with suspicion. Knowing I had no choice but to come clean, I ran my hands through my hair in despair. “It's a long story.” “Kata, what will happen now?” Emilia stepped forward. She was pale and scared. “I don't know. I honestly don't know.” Back in the apartment, I told Hoseok a watered down version of what really happened, and lied about why I needed to escape. “He is that kind of man?” He gasped when I told him that Hur