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's POV The drive to the clubhouse felt highly long for some reason. I didn't see any of my men on the way there, which probably meant they were not yet near the place. I decided not to tell them anything until I arrived. For some time, without seeing them, I knew it was wrong for me to check my phone and drive simultaneously, but I found myself doing it anyway. A particular message caught my eye, and I needed to ensure I wasn't seeing things. "Stop looking for her," I read. "She has a lover already, and she's happy with him." The first thing I checked after seeing the very annoying message was who the sender was. I checked it for a while, and eventually, I noticed that the person was relatively anonymous. It was a strange username, and there was no way for me to find out who the real user was. "I'm not doing any such thing," I thought, angry at the message. Even though I wasn't sure if it was true, a car almost hit mine at that moment, making me focus more on the driv
Rodrigo's POV The men shuffled about uncomfortably after seeing what I did to their leader. On his part, he didn't seem to have expected the assault at all; the cold sweat coming from his head was proof enough of that. "Go," he said, "bring the girl and threaten her in return." "Which girl?" I asked, putting the gun closer to his head. "I don't know," he said and nodded to the men to do what he said. "If you make any move at all, I'm going to kill him," I said before looking at Enzo once more. "You don't value your life now, do you? How stupid would it be if you threatened me and lost your life in the process? You know I will be able to kill you before they even bring the lady." "Stop," he said immediately before looking at me. "I don't know what you are talking about." "You are a fool," I responded. "You expect me to believe that after what you said just a moment ago? Is it not obvious that you have the girl I'm looking for? That is the only thing you can use to threa
Rodrigo's POV I didn't need anybody to tell me that I was being unreasonable. The look in Enzo's eyes as he glared at me in anger was enough. I knew that it was probably true, but I didn't care. I was a bit too angry at that moment. The best thing I could do about it was to kill a couple of people who would be picked according to how they acted in dealing with me. "You could have done it without killing the man," he said. "I could," I responded slowly, wondering where he was going. "Why did you agree for him to call her over when you wanted to kill him for it?" "Are you questioning me?" I inquired in a deep voice, putting the gun closer to his head and showing him how close he was to death. "You don't seem to understand the situation here. Would you like for me to explain it to you?" "No, no," he said quickly. "So, which lady were you planning to bring here?" I asked. "A random lady so that you could try to prove that you were innocent, or the actual girl so that you c