William dipped his finger into the ice cream tub, scooping some of the ice cream. Rebecca frowned, “William, untie me this instant.”
He cupped her chin with his other hand, meeting her gaze, he ordered, “Open your mouth, Rebecca. A promise is a promise. You lost, so you’ll have to obey me.”
Rebecca was adamant, “William this is insane!”
He smiled again, “Oh. I’ll drive you insane” and smeared the ice cream on her neck. The cold jolted her, making her whimper. Her fists clenched around the cloth, trying to wrangle free.
“William, please…” she barely managed a whisper as he bent to lick her throat. Her whimpers awakened the arousal in him, he could feel his manhood hardening against his robe. He growled and grabbed her hair, forcefully pulling her head back, exposing her long slender neck. His lips grazed them as he hungrily
With one hand at the small of her back, William’s mouth latched onto Rebecca’s tender breasts as he gnawed and tugged at them until her skin was raw and red. Every touch was so intense that Rebecca had to bite down on her lip to keep herself from screaming.With his free hand, he untied his robe, letting it slip onto the timber floor, revealing his body in its naked glory. She could see his manhood, full and erect, calling out to her. Then he tugged at Rebecca’s pants, pulling them down her thighs, leaving her in her silky black underwear. In embarrassment, Rebecca quickly clamped her thighs, not wanting him to see how much she desired him.“Open,” he commanded, his voice deeply sensual. She slowly parted her legs, trembling as his hands went to guide them, pushing her legs so wide that they hurt.William, then pulled her underwear to one side, revealing the glistening folds of her cilt. One
Rebecca stood under the shower, enjoying the warm water streaming down her hair, face and body. She could still feel the throbbing sensation between her legs from the lovemaking session earlier. William was in the kitchen preparing dinner.Rebecca turned on the shower full blast, allowing the water to flow down between her breasts onto her hips and between her thighs. Under the splashes of hot water, her breasts which were already red and swollen from William’s touch became even more sensitive. Her nipples were pebbled and hard again, and she squeezed her legs together trying to get a grip of herself. Memories of how William had claimed her came rushing back, making her spew with desire once more. Unbeknownst to her, creamy white liquid began seeping down her thighs.She groaned in frustration, trying to shake off the growing need and tried to focus on washing off the residues of the ice cream from her body, but as she did, her fingers
The elevator came to a sudden halt on the 30th floor.“Oh,” the staff gasped. “I’m sorry Mrs Silverman but the elevator seems to have broken down.”“WHAT!?” the elderly lady shouted, exasperated. She had come to teach her son a lesson for disobeying her and this was what she got?“FIX IT NOW!!”The staff bowed her head in apology,” Yes, ma’am.”***William was towelling Rebecca dry on the makeup table of the big and vast bathroom. Soft yellow light illuminated the room from the great rectangular mirror behind her, casting a glow around her naked body.“Did I hurt you?” he probed, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ears.She was hurting down below, he had been savage. Like an animal even, thrusting mercilessly into her
Rebecca was dreaming, but like everyone else who dreamt, she did not realize it.She was dancing in the arms of a man to the sound of music in a dark room where a lone spotlight shone down on them. Her head was comfortably resting against his chest as his broad arms wrapped protectively around her. Together, they swayed to the music, hands entwined in each other’s. It was a wonderful feeling, being in the arms of this man. Rebecca looked up to smile at him, expecting to see William Silverman. Except that it wasn’t. The man holding her was John Grant.He leaned down and kissed her forehead.***William opened his eyes and blinked a little, trying to adjust to the darkened room. Beside him, Rebecca mumbled something in her sleep and turned around to wiggle closer to him, nestling her face under
Rebecca’s eyes shot open. Her mind instantly alert at the intrusive touch.What the?Her first thought was of fear and she was ready to kick off her assailant and run out of wherever she was trapped in, but her assailant’s grip was strong. He held her steady in his arm, while the other continued to roam her from within.“Rebecca…relax, it’s me.”Get off me you…..wait..what? Ohh…….Recognition sank in and her fear and confusion melted away. She sighed with relief. It was William.Silly me.And his had been fingering her!Fuck!In her sleep!I guess that cements his reputation as a satyromaniac….As William’s finger w
Rebecca’s phone rang, jolting her from her slumber. Had she fallen asleep again? She must have blacked out after the wild makeout session with William.Her phone rang again. Could it be her editor? Did the senator try to sue them again?She abruptly sat up in the darkened room and scanned for her silver iPhone.There it is!Her phone was sitting right at the edge of William’s white dressing table. He was nowhere to be seen in but she could detect a faint smell of bacon coming from outside the bedroom.He must be in the kitchen again, man that guy has an appetite.Rebecca slid off the bed and to her surprise, she fell on her knees, landing on the fluffy cream-coloured carpeted floor. Her legs were as weak as jelly-o from all the lovemaking.Was it really love making though? she wondered
The ride down on the full glass and bronze elevator seemed to take forever, contrary to how fast it felt going up the day before. Rebecca could not wait to step out of the elevator, but when the sight of the streets of New York finally came to view, it gave her no joy. She was lost in her thoughts, chewing at her fingernails.He’s hiding something. The elevator door slid open seamlessly and she stepped out, ignoring the greeting from a new receptionist on duty.Could it be that he knows who the murderer is? No no no…it would be crazy to hide the murderer’s identity.She pulled her fingers away from her mouth and looked at her chipped nails, shaking her head furiously as she trudged out the lobby and into the morning sun with her backpack swung around her shoulder, still deep in thoughts.He did say that he would reveal everything once the Silverware is la
Noon had arrived and the glory of the morning sun was replaced by dark grey clouds which threatened to unleash a furious downpour on the streets below. Rebecca should have been home by now, but she was not. Her chest was starting to feel a little tight and a small cough escaped her mouth. It was the start of another asthma attack. But Rebecca was cool, her temper had subsided and she still had her Ventolin in her backpack. Nothing she could not handle.As the wind started to pick up, Rebecca found herself standing in front of an old, dilapidated building, tucked in the corner of a desolated street. The road leading up to the building was littered with rubbish and newspapers, and a greyish stained dumpster next to the entrance of the building reeked of urine; on the walls were graffitis of nude women and obscene words.Rebecca coughed again and pulled her backpack closer to her chest, wishing she had changed into something warmer. Her thin ch
Over the next few days, TNN and countless other media went crazy over the Silverman case. William Silverman resigned as the CEO of Silverman Corporation, liquidated his shares and sold the Silverware to an up and coming startup company from Silicon Valley. The name Thomas Silverman became the most searched for words in the search engine and just about everyone had a story to tell about the mysterious murderous twin. Some claimed to have seen him playing in the slums as a child, others swore they had bumped into him at a prestigious boarding school in Europe and yet a few others would say he had been kept locked up in a bunker as a sexual slave to his crazed mother. Thomas Silverman was swiftly given a life sentence without parole while his mother was slapped with a house arrest of 3 years for physical, emotional and mental abuse of her sons. Williams was set free on a hefty bail and seemingly disappeared from the limelight. He neither ca
Someone was crying.Am I dead?Rebecca’s hand twitched and all of a sudden, she felt a pair of cold hands clamping onto hers.“She’s awake!” a voice squealed.I know that voice.“Rebecca! Honey!” another voice.Mom?She finally opened her eyes with great difficulty and to her delight, she was greeted by the faces of her loved ones – her mom, John, Jean and Sam. There was even a bouquet of bougainvillaea on the overbed table.Oh, so I’m not dead.On her left, holding tightly onto her free hand was her mother, sobbing uncontrollably. She smiled weakly at her mother, feeling her lips crack in the process. She needed a drink. Her throat hurt. Come to think of it, her whole body and head hurt.“Where am I?” she managed to croak out. Her mother cried even louder. The
The wooden door burst open to the brilliance of white light, momentarily blinding both Rebecca and Thomas.“Hands in the air!”John? Rebecca could not believe her ears. A huge wave of relief washed over her trembling body. Surely she wasn’t dreaming?Her eyes had yet to adjust to the sudden light from the room above, all she could make out was a few silhouettes descending the staircase and it looked like they were carrying guns.Rebecca’s relief was short-lived for Thomas was not giving up - in one swift motion, he grabbed her by the neck and spun her around, using her as a shield of some sort.“Come any closer and I’ll kill her!” he screamed, his arm tightening around her neck cutting her source of air supply.Great, not again. His grip was hard and she had trouble breathing but she was sure he did not have any weapon that would be able to outfight a gun. Ne
“Mrs Silverman, hurry!” Rebecca gasped and wheezed as she tried to pull the dazed woman up from the floor to no avail. Thomas lay facedown, unmoving but Rebecca was not taking any chances. A little puddle of blood formed around his head but she doubted he was dead.The older woman held her hands towards her neck, cradling it. “He tried to kill me…” she whispered hoarsely, rocking herself back in forth, still in shock.“My own son tried to kill me…my little Tommy…”“Ahh, yes, “Rebecca answered exasperatedly. “That he did, and that is why we must get out of here! I doubt he’ll be out for long,” Rebecca pulled at Mrs Silverman’s elbow again. For an elderly woman, she was quite heavy. Rebecca was having trouble helping her up.She kept glancing back and forth between the stairway and Thomas. They had to hurry! Th
Rebecca Grey would have surely died had Mrs Silverman not intervened. She had suffered heavy blows on her sides as well as abdomen and with each blow, she felt as if a beast was trying to force its way out of her throat. She could not catch her breath. And the pain – it felt like her stomach was endlessly being stabbed with a thousand poisoned knives.“Thomas Silverman!”A woman’s voice boomed in the basement, and the sheer volume of her voice bounced off the cement walls in resounding echoes. Rebecca was still conscious enough to recognize that voice for she had heard before – at William’s penthouse. It was his mother.Somehow, during the course of the attack, Rebecca’s blindfold had slipped downwards and she could see the silhouette of Mrs Silverman walking towards them. The room was not as dark as she had first thought it to be, there was a dull fluorescent light that flickered above them and as her eyes adjusted to the light, sh
Rebecca woke to the incessant sound of a dull and monotonous beating drum only to realize that the sound came from her own head. Her head felt strangely heavy, as was her body. It felt as if she was moving underwater. She blinked but could see nothing. Everything was pitch black. It was then she began to register the fact that she was blindfolded, gagged and tied up.What happened? Where am I?Then her memories came rushing back in a tidal wave, from the moment when Thomas Silverman stepped into her apartment to the last second before she lost consciousness. Her hands were bounded tightly together to her feet by what felt like nylon rope, making her body arch back in the shape of an inverted ‘C’. The positioning of her body made her chest stick out awkwardly, causing her to feel extremely exposed and vulnerable, She had nothing on but a t-shirt and an extremely short pair of pants. She was on an extremely cold and damp f
Mrs Wilson, Rebecca’s landlord was just about to step down into the basement with her pink laundry basket when she looked to the landing of the peeling wooden staircase to see a scantily clad Rebecca in the arms of none other than the CEO of the Silverman Corporation.The bulb at the stairway to the basement had blown and because of that, she was shrouded in the shadows. The continuous thunder helped masked her presence as she curiously peered at William Silverman. She had seen both of them in her daughter’s magazine, Entertainment Weekly or People Magazine - she wasn’t too sure of the name but boy did the both of them looked good together. It reminded her of her younger days when she too had been hot and beautiful.But tonight, both of them looked far from glamorous. In fact, William Silverman was oddly dressed in black and carrying an unconscious Rebecca out of the apartment doorway.She wondered whet
“William…” Rebecca smile awkwardly, recalling the strained circumstance under which they had parted earlier that morning.William smiled back, his eyes bright and alert as he stepped into her apartment. He scanned her place quietly as she closed the door.Her phone rang again, it was John. Rebecca silenced her phone and placed it on the kitchen countertop.Rebecca noticed how wet William was. Water was dripping onto the wooden floor, creating yet another puddle much like her backpack did.“You’re wet. Did you come by yourself?” She wondered why he hadn’t called for Tony as he usually did. William nodded silently, taking in the sight of her place.Rebecca suddenly felt very conscious of how shabby her apartment was in comparison to his glorious penthouse. Her dirty clothes were still piled up high like a mountain on her bed and stacks of
The sky was crying. Heavy rain splashed onto the pavement where Rebecca walked, soaking her from head to toe. She was carrying a big black umbrella but the wind and rain were too strong, rendering the piece of circular protection that old man Whitmore had given her useless. Even her backpack which was worn over her chest was wet. It did nothing to protect her from the cold. Her blouse was practically clinging onto her like a second skin.Not a taxi could be seen on her way back and everyone else had scurried for safety from the heavy downpour. Rebecca regretted not taking up the offer for shelter at the old Whitmore building; she had been far too agitated over the revelation.There’s a twin. Was he the one William was arguing with?Thunder cracked above as her phone which was tucked deep in her backpack rang. She did not hear it.Why doesn’t anyone know about it?