NIGHTINGALE**When I woke up, I was a bit disoriented. For several seconds, I couldn’t remember where I was or how I got here, and the room seemed so unfamiliar. My limbs felt like jelly, and my lower half tingled. I was still in that dazed half awake state when the door opened and the man responsible for my condition walked in. It was seeing his face that triggered all my memories. I remembered how he caught me with the pills and his ‘punishment’… no wonder I felt so out of it after waking, I came so hard that I passed out right after. I was fully dressed now, and so was he. I usually sleep light so it’s a surprise to me that he dressed me and I didn’t even notice or wake up. I also feel clean instead of sticky so he must have cleaned me up too instead of just putting clothes over all the bodily fluids I slept with. I didn’t really know how to feel about that, should I feel violated or grateful?“You’re awake, good. We need to get strapped in, we’re about to land.” He said as he wal
HAKAN**I held Nightingale close to me while we drove back home. Someone looking might think she would fade away if I let her go for even one second. I just couldn’t stop myself. I had almost given up on my search for her and she was just delivered to me by coincidence. I don’t know what name to give the feelings I have for her, the closest thing I can name is obsession. I was obsessed with everything about her. She was different now, but that same obsession I felt the first night we met still burned hot in my blood. I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anything else.The compound hadn’t changed much since the last time she was here, but as we got out of the car, Nightingale looked around like it was her first time here. To be fair, she was only here once, and we were too preoccupied with other things so she hadn’t really seen the place and it had also been at night. Besides, it’s been almost two years, even someone with a complete layout of the compound would still forget some thin
NIGHTINGALE**I honestly don’t know what I was thinking at that moment. One second I was yelling at him, telling him how much I hate him, and then I saw the gun and my only thought was that I wanted to end it all. I grabbed the gun before he could stop me and pulled the trigger before I could overthink and convince myself that dying isn’t the best option. There was a click sound but the bullet didn’t leave the magazine because the safety was on. I didn’t get a second chance to attempt my murder, he grabbed the gun from me and threw it far from my reach.For several seconds we stared at each other and he looked at me like he couldn’t believe Ijust tried to kill myself. He seemed to just be realising what a mess I currently am even though he has tried to convince me and himself otherwise. I gasped as he moved close to me and grabbed the back of my hair so hard that my scalp twinged with a bit of pain.“Don’t ever do that again.”I expected him to yell or maybe even hit me. But he didn
HAKAN~After the woman nearly killed me with a heart attack by trying to shoot herself, I dragged her into the house and this time, she didn’t resist. The rest of them had gone to their rooms so I took her to mine. Everywhere we passed, she kept twisting and turning to look around, not to check for escape routes like I usually would when I entered a new place, but because she was taking in everything. The floors, the ceiling, the walls, and the interior decor of my house. The inside of my mansion made even more of a statement than the outside. Everything was placed strategically to show off my wealth so whenever I had guests over, no one would dare question my status.The only part of the house that was simple compared to the rest were the bedrooms. Since no guests would be allowed in our private spaces, each of us had designed our bedrooms to suit our personal tastes. As I opened the door to my room, we left opulence and stepped into modern elegance. The colours were in varying shad
NIGHTINGALE*I waited to see if he was bluffing but I should have known by now that Hakan wasn’t like the other men I serviced while I worked on the streets. He had my hands pinned above my head and even when I tried to move my hips and force his fingers back into me, he moved farther away.“Say it, Nightingale. Tell me I’m the only one who makes you feel this good.” He whispered against my lips.He was the only man who could make me delirious with pleasure but I didn’t want to say it because it felt like I was letting him win if I do so. I could feel his hardness against me and I knew that he wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. So I held on to my defiance and refused to speak, hoping that his control would snap and he would still fuck me. Instead he stripped me naked and bent me over the bed in less than two minutes.I was embarrassed by how wet I was, I knew that his hand was soaked with my juices and so were my thighs. But I don’t seem to be able to control my body’s reaction
HAKAN~I should probably see a therapist. My obsession with this woman was unreal and probably psychotic at this point. Seeing my cum on her skin filled me with such delight that even I could recognise how unhinged it was. Even after I just came hard enough to see stars, I could feel my dick twitch at the sight before me. Meanwhile, she was suffering. Needy whimpers escaped her lips as she wiggled her hips and begged me to let her cum.. But I stepped away from the bed and tucked myself back into my slacks. Since I hadn’t gotten fully undressed, I only had to fix my zip and belt and she turned to glare at me while I did so.“What was that for? I did all you asked of me. I said what you wanted me to, so why did you leave me hanging?”“This was a punishment, remember? You don’t get to cum until I think you’ve earned it.”“Fuck you. I’ll just do it myself. I don’t need you.”She moved to put her hands between her legs and I grabbed her wrists.“Don’t you dare. This body belongs to me and
NIGHTINGALE~“I’m not crazy.”“Therapy isn’t for crazy people. It will help your detox process.”How do I explain to these people in a way that they would understand? I don't want to detox, I definitely don't want therapy because no matter what she says therapy is just a way for them to know what's in my head and see if I'm insane. I just want to keep living in blissful oblivion.“I don’t want it, I don’t want to get clean either. I was basically kidnapped and forced to do all this. You’re part of this, so you’re basically a criminal too, doctor.” I said to her and she just smiled but her smile looked sad for some reason.“Then you’re lucky you have someone who cares enough to want you to live. If I had the guts to do what he’s doing for you, my twin brother would still be alive.”As she said this, I blinked repeatedly. I felt a twinge of guilt for bringing up something that obviously hurt her but just because her twin died doesn't mean I will. I've been using hard drugs for several
HAKAN*Nightingale was relapsing. Somehow during the discussion with the doctor, being horny was no longer enough to stave off the withdrawal symptoms. Her eyes kept moving around, not being able to focus on one thing at a time to show her restlessness, then threatening me with a desk lamp like that would stop me from coming to her.When I told her that I would rather have her hate, I meant every word. Because even if she hates me, she is still mine so she would remain by my side. But if I let this addiction kill her, then she would be separated from me forever. I won't let her out of my sight ever again. Not even death is allowed to take her from me. I heard the doctor walk away to give us privacy but I didn't turn to bid her farewell when all my focus was on the woman before me."Then don't watch me. Turn away so you won't see me make a mess of myself." She whispered to me but it wasn't her words that made my chest ache, it was the look of absolute defeat in her eyes.The Nightinga
NIGHTINGALE**“Anything you want, Nightingale. As long as it’s mine to give, you can have it. If it’s not mine and you want it then, I will get it for you.” He said to me, and I smiled.It was the little things like when he said things like this that made her fall for him more every day. Maybe one day she would have the courage to confess her love for him. But he would never rush her, and she loved him even more for it.“I want to learn how to fight. Self defence, weapons training and things like that. That’s my request.” I said to him, and he faced me with an arched brow.“Why would you want to learn that? If you’re afraid, you shouldn’t be. I can protect you. You know I will give my life for you.”“I know, but you shouldn’t have to. No matter how you try, we both know you won’t be with me every minute of every day. You still have work to do, an empire to run, things to manage.”“You’re more important than all those things. Besides, I have people I trust to handle the minutiae. Righ
NIGHTINGALE~“I can’t believe they branded you all like animals. That must have hurt.” She said to him.“It did. I hated seeing his mark on me everyday, knowing that he owned me and I could not escape. But in a way, it helped me. That hate fueled my anger, and that anger was what helped me to finally be free.” He replied.“Tell me more. We still haven’t gotten to how you went from a slave to a king in your own right.”“A chain is only as strong as its weakest link. Have you ever heard that?”It was a rhetorical question, so he didn’t bother waiting for a response before he continued speaking. “Initially, I obeyed every instruction given to me. I observed, and bid my time, getting stronger, learning all I could. I had witnessed several escape attempts from other slaves over the years, and I learned from their failures to make my own plans. My plan was also to escape somehow, but after watching others escape successfully and still end up caught, I changed the plan. Escaping would only
HAKAN**I was chained up in a dark, damp room. I had no idea how much time had passed, or whether it was night or day. I didn’t hear any more sounds, so I assumed I was alone. My head still ached fiercely, and I almost assumed I was blind because of how dark it was, but then someone came in to drop food for me, and I could see with more light in the room. My meal was stale bread and water that had a funny taste, but who was I to complain. They must be feeding me just once a day because my meals were spaced over several hours. My headache got worse, and I became so weak that even to open my eyes was a problem. My last meal lay a few feet away from me, and I had no energy to crawl to it. Maybe it was better this way. Maybe death would be a mercy compared to basically being treated like a dog. I thought of my mother and siblings often, wishing I would wake up from a bad dream and still be back with them. Somedays I even dreamed of being at home, and every time I woke up to see my reali
HAKAN**We lined up as we were ordered to, and no one dared try to run again even when our captors were obviously distracted. They gave us all clothes to change into; shorts and singlets for the boys, and gowns for the boys, all in the same colour, grey. Some had clothes that barely fit them, and some had clothes that were too tight, but you just had to wear whatever you were given. They didn’t bother trying to match the clothes to our body types. We were then given bread that tasted weird, with water that had a funny colour, but no one dared complain. We were all starving, and would gladly have more of the food we were given no matter how it looked. The portion we were given to eat barely filled my belly, but I was smart enough to keep a small piece of the bread for later, just in case they didn’t feed us for long again. The water was served to us in an open bowl, and not a bottle, so I couldn’t save some for later. As soon as we were done, we were separated into the various trucks
AUTHOR’S NOTE: The chapters for Hakan’s backstory will be written in his POV as a child. It will continue from where chapter one stopped, you can read chapter one again to refresh your memory. I wrote it this way for better understanding, instead of just writing Hakan narrating it in third person to Nightingale. I really hope it won’t be confusing.HAKAN ~There was a creaking sound as the container door opened, and the first thing I did was take a deep breath of fresh air right before a gun was pointed at my face.“If you’re still alive, walk out slowly.” The man with the gun ordered.Walk out? I barely had the energy to breathe, let alone move. One of the male children tried to obey the man, but collapsed to the ground and smacked his head on the container floor. With the amount of blood flowing from his head, and the fact that he obviously wouldn’t be receiving medical help, he was as good as dead.“We have to remove them ourselves. They haven’t eaten in days. I’m honestly surprise
NIGHTINGALE*I woke up feeling really warm. I tried to move away because my bladder was full, but I couldn't because I was being pinned by an arm over my stomach. I already knew who it was, being held in his arms made me feel safe. I was tucked into his chest, while he cradled my head, and breathed against my neck. I wiggled to try and escape his tight grip because I really needed to pee, but he only held me tighter. "Nightingale." He called my name with a sleepy, husky tone that made me shiver slightly, especially since his words were spoken against the back of my neck and his warm breath tickled my sensitive flesh."Where are you going?" He asked as he pulled me even closer so my ass was firmly pressed against his growing erection.The thick curtains were closed, and the clock was on his own end of the nightstand, so I couldn't tell what time it was. He was still insatiable after fucking me to within an inch of my life. But I guess I was just as bad as him because my nipples were
NIGHTINGALE*He thought there was a choice here, but there wasn’t. The first option was definitely out of the question. There was no way that I was going to stay in this house for three days without his touch. It didn’t matter how hard he wanted to spank me, I know I can take it. Besides, despite his words that it won’t be done for my pleasure, I knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back. I trusted him not to hurt me beyond what I could bear, and I knew he would still take care of me after he was done.I got up, and walked the three paces to his desk on wobbly legs before bending over it, just like I had already fantasised before now. The only difference was that I was getting spanked, not fucked. But maybe I would get lucky, and he would fuck me after the spanking. I hoped so. I turned back to look at him and licked my lips as I saw the look of hunger in his expression. This time, he didn’t bother hiding his desire from me. This man could have any woman he wanted, yet it was me with all
NIGHTINGALE~The toys he ordered arrived almost as soon as we got back home. He told me to walk out of the car and follow him up to the house naked. I was surprised because he was usually so possessive of me, and my body. His men usually patrolled the house on guard duty, and he didn’t care if they saw me naked?It turned out that I was afraid for nothing. He had actually ordered them all to move away from the entrance of the house when we arrived. So as I walked behind him inside the house, I didn’t see a single soul. Even when he was angry with me, he still wouldn’t share me with anyone else. It put me at ease, and made me trust him more. I was determined to take whatever punishment he had planned without complaint.I regretted saying I could take whatever he gave to me as soon as I knew what my punishment was. First of all, he was really serious about not laying a hand on me for the rest of the day. He always kept a few metres between the two of us, even as we walked together insi
NIGHTINGALE*When we got back to the car, Hakan didn't sit close to me. Usually, he always makes me sit right next to him, or he would carry me on his legs. Now he just ignored me and focused on his phone. I wrapped my arms around myself and stared out the window till the silence became unbearable. So I tried to apologise."Kan, I'm…""Save it, Nightingale. I don't want to hear your excuses. You did what you did, and that's all there is to it." He cut me off without even looking up at me."I'm not trying to make excuses. I just want to apologise." I replied to him."Your apology won't appease me either. I'm so mad at you right now. But more than that, I'm disappointed. Today was supposed to be for us, I took you out to make you happy. I had a whole day planned just for you. Yet, at the first chance you got, you wanted to leave me. The best option for you right now is to leave me be. I can't even look at you right now without feeling anger."I hated his silence. I missed his attention