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“What have we done? What have we done?” sobbed Hazel. “He was the only one who could have helped her. We didn’t know he would buy her and make her slave,” said Sameeksha, crying. “He said he loved her. What the hell happened to him?” asked Ambrosia. She was a silent crier. Tears were falling down her eyes, but she was not sobbing just sniffling occasionally. “Question is was he successful in saving her? Where is she? Is she alright? We all saw Narciso drugging her. What was in that?” asked Valentina. “Should we ask Severino? He was at least on our side,” said Ambrosia. “But what if Michel is with him? He won’t be able to pick up the call,” said Hazel. “It won’t hurt to try,” said Sameeksha. “Call him,” she ordered. Ambrosia took out her phone and dialled his number. The phone kept ringing, but he didn’t pick up. She called again and again he didn’t pick up. “Nothing!” Ambrosia shook her head in no, tears kept flowing down her face. “What are we going to do? You heard him, we a
Prestige was busy with some phone calls while the girls kept waiting. Their faces were dripping with worry and fear. They had no idea what was happening with Renata or what Prestige was even doing. Was she going to help them? Who was she talking to for this long? “Wait here! Let me inform my captain. He will let us what to do next,” informed Prestige and left her seat. All the girls kept waiting for Prestige to return. They kept biting their nails, sniffling, looking around but Prestige didn’t come back. “Where is she?” asked Ambrosia, fidgeting with her fingers. She was getting anxious to her limit. It was a long time since Prestige went away to talk to her captain and didn’t come back. “She must be explaining everything to her captain. We must wait for a few more minutes for her to come back,” said Valentina. “What else can we do? We will have to wait for her. Try calling Severino once again in the meantime,” said Sameeksha. Ambrosia again took out her phone and dialled Severin
So much happened while Renata was sleeping. She was kidnapped, sold, bought, her friends were threatened and arrested. She had no idea what was happening in the world while she slept peacefully. Now she was a slave, she was in Venturi Mansion. She was in the house of a person who hated her.It was around midday when she slightly opened her eyes. Her whole body was aching. Her head was ready to explode. She knew she hadn’t drunk yesterday, so why was she feeling a hangover? Her bed felt strange to her. It was slightly softer today. Even the sheets felt different. Was it because of a hangover?She tried opening her eyes but the sharp light from outside made her shut her eyes immediately. She rubbed her temple to ease the pain and tried opening her eyes again. A sharp pain stopped her from doing that. She then remembered how Michelangelo treated her. What was the point of waking up? She didn’t want to do anything, just lie down. She sighed and kept her eyes cl
Renata broke down after hearing everything from Michelangelo. She didn’t even think about if he was telling her the truth. She knew she was not allowed outside. And that was only possible if she really was a slave. But why would her friends accept those terms?When she met Narciso he was a sweet man, yet she distinctly remembered how he barged into her house, how he broke the door, how he pulled her hair and injected her with something. Why can’t she remember anything after that? How did Michelangelo buy her? How did she end up in his house?She fell to her knees and kept crying. Michelangelo rolled his eyes at her. He didn’t want to see her drama. He had enough of her acting. He walked out of the room leaving her alone, crying.Renata could not believe that everyone in her life betrayed her, her friends, Narciso and even Michelangelo. How could he call her his slave? How could he buy her? She was not a commodity to be sold or bought. What was
The whole of SMS was now buzzing with the success of Michelangelo. He was following all the rules and gaining points after points in the game of nominations. The latest points were for buying an Odal. Now he truly was a member of SMS.Tikhon thought Yoshiro would win the nominations, but it was Michelangelo who was getting close. All he had to do was increase his kill count. Others had committed a lot of murders while Michelangelo only committed four. He needed to kill more people. At least now Tikhon knew that Michelangelo was capable of killing.Renata was now living in Michelangelo’s house. She was not allowed to contact anyone. She had no phone, she was not allowed outside. Michelangelo made Severino write a leave of absence and send that to Renata’s office. Sending a resignation letter would have caused chaos. Her employer would have wanted to talk to her. So, Michelangelo decided that they would ask for leave and then slowly would send the letter of r
“No matter how much you hate me, you still love me,” shouted Renata. “You bought me to save me, you killed those people to save me, even if you don’t love me, you care for me.”“You think I bought you to save you. Have you lost your mind?” shouted Michelangelo.“Then tell me the person who abhors slavery, why would he buy me? Why would you snatch me up right from under your brother’s nose? Why would you do that for me? Tell me,” snapped Renata.“I hate my brother as much as I hate you. With you, he would have been happy, so I took away his happiness,” laughed Michelangelo.“You are lying to me, lying to yourself. Tell me why you protected me, why you saved me, why you bought me?” demanded Renata.Michelangelo grabbed Renata’s hair and pulled them with force. “You are an odal, my odal. Slaves are not allowed to shout. I am your master, you have to talk to
Renata was standing shivering before Michelangelo. He was staring at her from head to toe. He had seen her naked so many times but every time she appeared naked, she would take his breath away. He knew his brother and so many men had touched her, yet he wanted to make her his. Her naked body was supposed to be his and no one else’s.She wanted to cover her body as she felt dirty with how Michelangelo was staring at her. She tried moving her hands to cover her breasts and her femaleness, but she knew she was not ordered to do that. She had to do whatever her master asked her to.“Sit on the couch with your legs up the armrests,” he commanded.“Wh… at?” she stammered.“You heard me. Sit… with… your… legs up. I need to see your pink pussy dripping,” he enunciated.“Ye…s, yes, Master,” she gulped. She turned around and went to sit on the couch. Her instincts were t
An intense session of sex left Renata tired. She didn’t even have the energy to get up and move to her room. Her stomach and chest were moving up and down as she kept breathing heavily. She knew she must get up and clean herself, but her body refused to move.Michelangelo left her naked on his bed, wore his clothes and went out. Renata had no clue what happened after that. When she woke up, she was fully dressed and tucked in her bed. She was warm and cosy in the morning, but her body was still aching after the sex session.She couldn’t imagine who dressed her up and brought her to her room. Who saw her naked and touched her naked body while dressing her up. What was happening in her life? She never thought about sex that often but after Michelangelo came into her life, she became a sex slave.Now she would have to stand naked in his bedroom every night and let him have his way with her. What she hated was him being rough with her. She wanted to run