Tanya's POV "You will do well to reconsider your decision," he said to me in a voice that sounded dangerous. I knew that he was right and I should think about it rationally, but I couldn't imagine him with me in any way. I wasn't going to let it happen when I had the choice. "I'm getting your eyes away," he said, giving me a look that suggested it was definitely going to happen. I didn't know where his confidence came from, but I had a feeling that it was not unfounded. He was in control of me even now, and the only thing keeping him away was the order that I should be kept for Dante. When he came and saw me, I was pretty sure the order would be lifted. There was a good chance then that he would not care about anything done to me, even if I was raped every day by the men. "I'm not going to agree," I said, against my better judgment. I was definitely not going to sell myself for a day or two of enjoyment; that would only make it easier for them to break me. "Well, I am not al
Tanya's POV As expected, the room I was taken to was worse than the former one. I didn't know any words to describe it, but it was dark and foreboding. The window was even higher than the one in the last room, and as I had expected, the air was less compared to the former one. It was as if they were trying to punish me with suffocation, along with the others. The food that was given to me was a lot less than what I had before in the previous room. I was well aware that I would be punished for rejecting his offer, but I didn't think it would be this way. "Well, he should keep dreaming," I thought to myself as I passed the time by thinking about everything. There was nothing else for me to do throughout the days except to reflect on my past mistakes and think of what I should have done instead. "This is not fair," I said to myself in annoyance. It was as if I was sentenced to a jail term, but it was clear that I hadn't committed any crime. I did not deserve anything that I
Tanya's Pov We got to the room where we had had the previous conversation. I frowned, seeing Enzo on the very same seat as he had when he gave me the previous proposal that I had refused. I took a moment to think about what I thought of the deal now. Would I agree to it if he proposed it again? We started eating in silence, me trying to be a little cultured even though I was ravenous. It was as if I was never going to get a good meal in my life again, and from the way that things were going, it was possible. He ate like he was some prince. I tried not to watch him or show any emotion at all. It was challenging when I knew that soon, the fragile peace between all of us would be destroyed by the one question he would ask me. "Do you know what I want?" he asked me after a while. I wished he would stay silent and wanted to do so myself, but I knew that it could not continue that way for me. Soon, he would lose his patience with my silence, and then I would be a goner. "Yes," I
Tanya's pov My eyes widened at the command as the men came over to me. I tried to defend myself, but I was powerless against their brute strength. Tears filled my eyes as they ripped my clothes off my body violently. They were only following orders but were doing it with so much vigor and eagerness that I could not help but believe that they wanted it personally. I knew that they wanted to see beneath my clothes from the very first day I had come here, but I never intended it to be this way. Enzo seemed particularly happy as they stripped me of my pants and bra. "Please," I said, holding on to whatever clothing I had left. Dante looked passive, as if he had not heard me. The men did not stop for a moment, but seeing that I was holding on tightly, they stopped being polite— that is, if they were ever polite, to begin with. Now, they put their hands on me and started pulling everything on me away by force. The rest of my clothes— my underwear was ripped to shreds, leaving me s
Tanya's Pov I expected them to tie me up in the conventional method and start cutting through my flesh. I was concerned about how disfigured I would be almost as much as I was by how much it would hurt. Contrary to my expectations, he tied my hands and added one long rope, fastening it to support from above. I looked up to see the number of hooks on the roof that I had missed when I surveyed the room earlier. It was clear that they were there for this specific purpose. I still wondered what was going on when he started pulling on the rope. I found myself being forced to bend down involuntarily as he lifted my hands behind me before pulling the rope further and fastening the rope. I tried to stand upright, but the pain that assaulted me as a result of the rope forced me to remain in that position — forced me to bend forward. The men were still holding me. If not, I might have kicked. My hands were immobile, leaving me with just one weapon to defend myself. "Stop kicking, or I'll
TANYA’S POV "You are a psycho," I told him in anger and frustration. As it happened, that was a mistake because now he looked at me with a darkened expression. "I don't appreciate that." He started. "You should be thanking me for not doing what they expect from me." "Fuck you," I responded despite myself. It was just a bit too difficult for me to control myself because of the pain in me that was still building up. "That's it, we are taking it up a notch." I watched as he went behind me until he was out of sight. As I braced myself for another round of whipping, he loosened the rope a little. I struggled as much as I could during the time I was given, allowing myself to rest for the moment while doing so. Of course, he got back in control of the situation as he was more robust, and after that, he made me regret it. He kept pulling on the rope, lifting my hand higher and higher behind me and forcing me to bend forward until I could not bend any further. "You are
Tanya's Pov Finally, he was done with that, having come into my mouth. I was forced to swallow with the threat of more pain and no break if I did not. I was beginning to wonder if this was about pleasing him or about getting me to talk. He loosed me, giving me a thirty-minute break to recover. Looking at him still sitting on the chair, I knew he was not done for the day. Just as I began bracing myself for another round, he received a call and left me. I was alone, cold, and hungry till the next day. This time, he came along with another form of bondage. It was not the strappado of before, thankfully, but instead, he tied me up in the form of a ball. My arms were tied in front of me, hugging my legs in a fetal position, and my head was against my knees. This time, I did not try to struggle with him, knowing from experience that it was useless. I felt almost grateful as it was a relatively comfortable position even though I was still naked and embarrassed, my pussy and ass
Rodrigo's Pov I had spent the next couple of days as a shadow of myself. With each passing hour, I lost another piece of myself to worry. The realisation that I might never get her again settled in slowly and surely as I sent all my men and searched everywhere but found nothing. Even now, I was sitting in the living room, staring at the ceiling despondently. The situation was bringing me down, and the worst part was that I knew it and still let it. I could not do most of the things I used to do before, and it was not because I did not try. Initially, I put in some effort, but I gave up after finding that none of them came to fruition. It was clear now that until I saw her, I would remain disorganised. I started scrolling through my messages online, where I had posted her and asked anyone who saw her or had any idea of her location to contact me. No one had said anything, but it did not mean I stopped checking. This was the only thing I could do now before feeling like I wa
Rodrigo POV I had to admit she was one of the strongest I had ever met. For some reason, she could keep up and pace with me, and that was also because she was pregnant. I felt happy knowing we had many more rounds like that to come in our lifetime. If that was the only compensation for the loss accumulated throughout the last couple of weeks, it was worth it. I got up from the bed, finally. After such a long time, I had been determined to leave her as soon as possible, but somehow, she had convinced me to stay. And stay I did, throughout the night, over to the following day, and even now. I didn't want to leave. Even though we didn't have sex throughout the entire night, the kisses and hugs we lovingly gave each other were enough to keep me excited all the way. She made a sleepy sound as I slipped away carefully, not wanting her to know I was going. Who knew how long I would stay back if she wanted me to? After all, I couldn't resist once, and most likely, I wouldn't be able t
Tanya's Pov By the time I met Dante, I found that he was making some phone calls. I had a sudden feeling that they were preemptory ones because he was planning something. I observed his expression for a moment, and upon seeing the grim expression on his face, I realised that he intended to leave. "Don't tell me..." I said once he was done with the call. He looked at me before managing a smile. "We are not safe anymore, not even me. I should have thought about it earlier. It's rather annoying that I had to figure it out from Rodrigo." I looked at him in surprise. I could vaguely remember Rodrigo telling me to tell him about this. Did that not mean he was not supposed to know about it yet, as I had not told him yet? "I asked him about where he was off to when I saw him acting all weird and uptight," he told me with a roll of his eyes. "Honestly, things don't always need a serious cryptic explanation." "Where is he now?" I asked, feeling like I was being left behind. I
Tanya's POV It took me a lot of serious searching to find him. Once or twice, I thought he was in the house and that Dante was bluffing. But after remembering the severe expression on his face, I decided to make sure that Rodrigo wasn't here before I went over to accuse Dante of lying. I found him eventually in a secluded room, staring into space despondently as if he were depressed by something. "Hey, Rodrigo," I said, my voice becoming very soft as I stepped in. Something told me he didn't want anybody to enter at this time; he wanted the moment of silence to himself. But I found myself intruding anyway. It had been so long since I had seen him, and I wanted to ensure he was well. He glanced my way, but suddenly, a light entered his eyes. He didn't look angry—wasn't angry like I thought he would be at my sudden appearance. Instead, he seemed happy. It made me smile, knowing that I still brought joy to him despite everything that had happened. The light in his eyes faded
Rodrigo's POV I didn’t protest anymore, deciding to hope for the best and let everything play out by itself. Tanya wouldn’t die; I knew it, and as long as she was alive, everything was fine despite everything I had lost and would lose. I had no other option than to let the driver take the car over to my mansion. I was shocked when he was granted access. It seemed that Tanya and Dante had modified the security system while I was gone. “It’s all well,” I thought to myself as I entered my room immediately after getting out of the car. I didn’t want to talk to anybody—though there was nobody for me to speak to in the first place. I needed some time to myself, time to meditate on everything that had happened so suddenly, and also some time to figure out what the next course of action should be. I was before my laptop, typing furiously as if my life depended on it because it probably did. I wouldn’t let the same situation repeat itself in my life more than once. But then again, it
Rodrigo's POV It took me quite a while before I realised that it was an ally standing in front of me. It wasn’t just any random person; it was Dante. “What are you doing here?” I asked him, raising an eyebrow. There was a good chance that he was here to help, but he could also have his motives. I wasn’t foolish enough to think that we were friends. We weren’t. “What does it look like I’m doing here?” he asked. “Saving you.” He went behind me, and with one swift motion, I felt the ropes on my hands slack. He had cut me loose. I looked at him again, realising that he wasn’t bluffing. It started to make sense now; he most likely had taken out all the men guarding me, one after the other, though they thought it was some accident. “Follow me,” he said. “I’ll get you out of here.” I didn’t want to accept his help, but I had no choice in the current situation. Since he had been able to manoeuvre his way through the many criminals with guns, there was a good chance he could do
Rodrigo's POV They were closing in on me. What's more, I knew it when I saw how everyone fighting around me kept an eye on me. I knew that it would be tough for me to escape. It didn't stop me from trying to free myself, though. Constantly, while they were fighting, I tried my best to loosen the ropes. I knew I would have a better chance of survival if I could utilise every skill at my disposal, and I couldn't do that if I were tied up. I was almost there; I could feel it already. All the ropes were nearly gone, and I was secure enough from the bullets flying across the place like rain. If I kept my cool and continued the process diligently, I would easily succeed in freeing myself. Then, I could either join the fight or escape entirely. Suddenly, I saw a man beside me, pointing a gun right at my head. "Don't move anymore," he said. "Do you think you can escape now?" I froze, realising that he wasn't bluffing; he would shoot me if I did anything funny. "Look here," I sta
Tanya's POV The leader I was to meet turned out to be Diego himself. Well, what did I expect? Seeing him, all the rage and frustration I felt as a result of how things had turned out came rushing back. After all the threats and everything, the man decided to kill me anyway. What, then, was the point of making me give him the flash disc? If he would fight to get me out of there, why didn't he do that from the start? I glared at him in annoyance as I opened my mouth to speak. From the look in his eyes, he already knew what kind of reaction to expect from me after what had happened. I only hoped he had a reasonable explanation awaiting. "Why?" I asked finally. It was only one word, but it carried the weight of all the emotions raging through me. I wanted to scream at him, to fight him—a couple of punches from me to him would release some of the anger and frustration. But somehow, I didn't move. "It's hard to explain and even harder to understand," he told me in a small voice. "But
Tanya's pov I couldn't understand why he would want me to hand it over to him if he had the power to threaten him. He made it seem as though he could keep him in check, but if he could, then why did I have to give him the document? Why couldn't he just break the both of us out of here so we could forget about the entire incident? All those questions were bubbling in my head, wanting desperately to burst out, but I kept them in. I knew when to speak and stay silent, and now was the typical time to remain silent. I couldn't precisely question him when he showed up out of nowhere to save my sorry ass. "Do we have a deal?" Diego asked him. From the amount of time he was spending to think about it alone, I knew that he had no intentions whatsoever to let me go out of here alive in the first place. The realisation made me even more glad of Dante's intervention, though I could not still understand many things about his actions and why he was doing them that way. Maybe it was not so
Tanya's POV The shooting started unexpectedly. I was still thinking when he finished counting down, and his men automatically started firing at us. The man named John took cover immediately, narrowly missing getting shot himself. His men took arms as well, and it was a free-for-all. I tried to find Rodrigo in the commotion. It was a perfect chance for me to escape with him and forget all that was happening. But suddenly, I felt a hand cover my mouth. I struggled, but to no avail. The person holding me was too strong for me to resist. Finally, when I stopped struggling, I felt his grip relax a little as he turned me to him. I already knew it was not Rodrigo before I saw his face, and when I didn't recognise him, I got my confirmation. He put a finger to his lips, indicating that I shouldn't scream. If I had known what was going to happen next, I would have because suddenly, he brought out some ropes and tied my hands behind me. I attempted to scream now, but it was too