SarahThe days pass the same way as always. Sometimes, I'm in the office, taking care of business, and other times… well, other times, I'm doing everything else.The only time I see David is when I go to train him. He has become very good, surprising everyone. He started training almost all day, and Mark says he is one of the best in hand-to-hand combat.Simon is pressuring me to train him with weapons. He is eager to put David through the “rite of passage.” The ritual will take away his innocence forever and put him on the right side of the devil.David still looked at me with desire, but he never showed up at my house again. I never received a call to pick him up from a club or bar again.My body trembles with desire, and sometimes, I think that my men will see through me as if I were transparent, but no one noticed neither from me nor from him.What confuses me is that he wanted us to try, and he was the one who walked away, but I can't condemn him.- Miss Scott, I'm sorry I kept
David3 weeks have passed since I last made love to Sarah.It's strange to be congratulated when I still have no courage to fight at my full.Whether they give me knives or guns or simply fight with clean hands, I try to fail so they don't see how much of an expert I am.My coach in England taught me everything I know and I still remember his pride when I was the best in his class. Sometimes it makes me want to laugh when one of the operatives laughs at me when I miss a shot. If they only knew.But for 3 weeks my service has improved so I have more freedom. Nobody looks at me when I walk around the complex, and it was thanks to that that I heard something that really caught my attention.- Is the team ready? - All ready, sir.- Perfect. David is coming with us.- Sir? He is not yet experienced.- Boss orders. He's going to have his loyalty test next week and he wants to know how his son behaves.- It's dangerous for everyone. If he makes a mistake.- So we have to do everything to
DavidWhen I returned home, it was already 7 a.m., and my father was having breakfast. We looked at each other but said nothing, and I went to my room.Nothing made me feel more insignificant than walking into that room that hadn't changed since I was 16.I take a shower and go to bed. If my father thought I would train today, he was mistaken.I set the clock for 2 p.m. and turned to the opposite side.As soon as I close my eyes my thoughts go to Sarah and my dick throb.God, how my body missed hers.I was tired, but sleep seemed to have disappeared. Unconsciously, my hand slides behind the waistband of my pajama pants, and my hand grabs my fully erect cock that was already releasing pre-cam.With my eyes closed and using the pre-com as lube, I start massaging my dick from the base to the head, imagining that it's her moist mouth and her experienced tongue.I was lost in her, in her absence, in the lack of her taste in my mouth.It didn't take me long to release my seed into my hand w
SarahThe only sound was the normal noise of an airplane when traveling in first class. Simon and all the men accompanying us are the only occupants of this part of the plane. I needed a drink, so I accepted the glass of champagne that the flight attendant kindly tried to hand out to everyone. Simon doesn't look up from the newspaper, but I know he's not reading it.When I saw David at the airport, my legs gave out, and I almost fell. I bet the idiot followed me again. I don't know what conversation Simon and David exchanged, but Samon has been in terrifying silence since he left the airport.I'm starting to think he already knows everything. Who knows, maybe this visit to a cemetery will leave me buried there, too.My mind goes to my mother's sad smile. Simon can turn lies into truth, and my mother loves him. She was happy when I told her we were getting married.“What happiness, my angel. That way, I can die peacefully. Simon won’t let you miss anything, and you will be happy aga
DavidThe taxi stopped under a bridge, and six hooded men with weapons in hand were waiting for us. Within seconds, I am taken from the car, blindfolded and tied up, and thrown into what looks like a van.The men's smirks and laughter were unnerving.I don't know how long the van ran, but I had the distinct impression that we were going around and around. The sounds started to become somewhat repetitive, with fire sirens and trains passing by.When we finally stop, I am dragged out of the van.Even though I didn't know where I was, the space wasn't tight like the van, so I acted.With a kick, I knocked down one of the men holding me, and with a bump, I knocked down the other. I pass my tied arms behind my back under my legs and rip off the blindfold. With a quick movement, I broke the straps that held my wrists. I turn in the opposite direction to where the others were running and screaming, and I start running. My escape didn't last long. As I turned around, an arm resembling a t
DavidI don't know how much time passed, but no one came back here after I woke up. I feel dirty, stiff, and hungry, not to mention that my mouth feels like cardboard. It's so dry.Yes, my bladder couldn't take it anymore and I relieved myself. They will think it was fear, but physiological needs cannot be contained indefinitely.My hands feel numb, and I open and close them to feel them again. The numbness is such that it hurts unbearably, but I can't stop opening and closing them.When some feeling returns to my fingers, I reach for my coat sleeve.I've learned for many years that seams are great hiding places.I struggled to pull the sleeve and put my fingers between the stitches. A smile, which I immediately stop because my lip is throbbing, appears when I touch one of the small plastic balls I hid. Stopping to listen and hearing nothing, I take out one of the balls with two fingers, praying I don't drop it.I squeeze it between my fingers, breaking it and letting what it contain
SarahMy body hurts. Only God knows how much I want to curl up in a ball and cry. Simon tortured me for hours. Yes, sex with him is torture. He only seeks his sadistic pleasure and loves to see me suffer. I tried to imagine he was David, but it was impossible. I could never imagine that he was David when the things Simon did for me were opposite to how David made love to me. I'm happy to have known the proper way to make love, but I'm broken because now that I see the difference, my suffering is greater. I wanted to sleep, but my body couldn't relax with this man lying next to me. It's almost six am. Soon, he'll be awake. He told me David would be at the hotel door at 8 am to accompany us to the funeral. How can I look at him or even have him by my side?David- We will send a patrol to see where you were trapped when it dawns. For now, you should go to the hospital. One of the agents will take you. - In the morning? Now it's too late. I need help getting to the hotel. The hea
SarahI know Simon will punish me for disobeying him. He ordered the clothes to be sent, but I couldn't resist delivering them myself.My bodyguards face the ones protecting Simon, and I enter David's room.When I look at his beautiful, marked face, the air escapes my lungs.- Sarah, what the hell are you doing here? Did you disobey me?- You said I should bring a clean set of clothes for David.- I said send it. Simon closes the door behind me, and his hand is already touching my face when he looks at me.I can be happy. It hurt. But it wasn't as strong as before. He doesn't want to leave a mark on my face.- Father! What the hell!Shouts David. I think more shocked than furious.- Shut up. Don't interfere in my affairs.He rips off the small suitcase I was carrying and throws it at David, who lets out a small groan at the impact.- Get dressed. We're late.Something about David's expression made me insecure. Something different was in his eyes. What did they do to him, and who?Dav