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  "Liar. We don't like lying cunts, we'll tell you that much right now." The man chuckled, his laugh grim and unsavory. His breath tickled my nose, and the smell of smoke filled me. I wanted to throw up - this whole situation was making my stomach coil up into a variety of complex knots. "I suggest you tell it like it is. You followed us, saw us dump the body, and you were gonna sic the cops on us. Don't you dare fuckin' lie."

  "I...I wasn't going to call the cops, I was just- I was curious, I'm sorry, I won't say anything. If you let me go, I promise not to say anything." I stuttered, my weak little voice lacking any sort of grace. I was putting myself completely at their mercy, and whatever they chose to do with me was the consequence I'd have to suffer.

  "A promise? You think we take those seriously? Nah. Especially not when they're comin' from bitches like you." He sneered, his parter bursting out into hard, deep laughter that consumed the entire alleyway. My heart did jumping jacks, and I squirmed against the man's hold for a brief moment before giving up completely. I was going to die.

  "You're going to kill me?" I mumbled softly, questioning. I was still in complete disbelief - the words of my boss ran through my head again. You should really head home, he'd said. This part of town is dangerous after dark. It hit me that I'd probably never see him again. For some reason, that thought alone made the reality of my situation hit me. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I was far too frightened to let them fall.

  "Well, we can't exactly kill you right here, right now. I think it'd be best if we took you back to boss. Let him kill you if that's what he thinks is right. We're not really supposed to make decisions like that on our own." He explained, loosening his grip ever so slightly. I thought for a moment that he was being sympathetic, and maybe, just maybe, he'd let me run.

  But of course not. His partner laughed at nothing in particular, and slung me over his shoulder.

  "We keep a car near this alley for quick getaways. No one's out tonight, so we can toss you in there real quick." The man said, voice stern and harsh as he carried me out of the alleyway. I pondered screaming for help, but then I saw the gun in the other man's pocket. I decided on silence for now, especially seeing as no one was out right now - the streets were frustratingly empty.

  They hauled me down the sidewalk, and we were at their getaway car within moments. The fear coursing through my mind was unlike anything I'd ever felt before, and I was desperate to undo the entire situation. But this was all happening far too fast for me to retaliate in any way, shape, or form. They had unlocked the car.

  The man not carrying me was popping open the trunk of the unassuming vehicle, and his partner dumped me inside without any semblance of guilt.

  "You stay quiet back there, alright? Our base is about ten minutes away. Just...shut up 'til then. You make any sudden moves, and I won't hesitate to shoot you." The man spat. I nodded rapidly, flinching when he slammed the trunk shut. Total darkness. I was curled up in the fetal position, finally allowing my tears to hit the grungy fabric of the trunk floor. I was terrified.

  My heart slowed down slightly, but my stomach churned even more than it had before. I held back my vomit, knowing that if I were to soil their car, I'd certainly be doomed to death. The bumps in the road didn't help much, neither did the purr of the engine beneath me. I decided the best course of action would be to listen to whatever conversation the two men were having about me.

  I tried my best to tune out my thoughts, the erractic whirr of the engine, and the incessant throb of my heart. I couldn't hear them well from back here, seeing as they were likely trying to keep their voices down, but I could make out what they were saying, for the most part.

  "What do ya think Boss'll wanna do with her?"

  "Well, he's gettin' more and more ruthless these days, isn't he? I think he'll shoot her on the spot. We don't need more issues with the cops, and this bitch is bound to spill sooner or later, whether she 'promises' or not."

  "I think you're right. He might keep her around for a few fucks, and maybe then he'll off her. Boss hasn't been too lucky with the ladies lately."

  "Well, he's been a little too busy to find himself a quality bitch, I guess."

  "I mean, this bitch ain't that bad. She looks alright. Decent body, average face."

  "If I'm bein' honest, she doesn't look like Boss' type at all. I think he's gonna shoot her down the second we explain the story to him."

  "Fuck...you might be right."

  My face heated up - so he'd only let me live if I agreed to fuck him? And these guys made it sound like there was a slim chance of that happening. I might as well resign myself to death. The car sped down the road, and of course these men had a cover over their trunk. I couldn't see a thing, I could only hear. The sounds of my own frantic breaths filled the small space I occupied, and I wanted so badly to scream.

  I could only hope that there would be people out and about wherever their hideout was, people that could help me. I'd only have a split second before they hauled me inside their lair, I'd have to scream as loud as I could the second that they opened the trunk. I steeled myself, preparing for it.

  It could've been an hour or ten seconds, I wouldn't have known the difference. My mind was utterly consumed with the darkness filling my surroundings, and my thoughts were running in circles. I was trying my best to make survival plans, to formulate escape routes, but it was all in vain - before I could collect my thoughts, the car drew to a stop.

  My breaths grew labored as I heard the doors open. There were footsteps, a bit of quiet bickering, and then the trunk flew open. The moonlight that had been so dim before now seemed blinding, and I nearly screamed right then and there. Struggling to find my bearings, I shifted and threw my legs out of the car, propping myself up onto my elbows.

  I peered out - to my horror, we were parked in a fenced-in area in the middle of nowhere. Barbed wire adorned the tops of the boundaries, which appeared to be made of cement. Half-wall, half-fence. There were no roads, no buildings. I could not scream, for I wasn't in a place where anyone would hear me. I screwed my eyes shut. Frustrated tears pressed insistently against my eyelids, but I would not allow myself to sob the way I wanted to.

  I had to do something.

  Thinking back to the conversation that these men had been having during the car ride, I realized something - if I managed to successfully seduce this boss of theirs, I might be allowed to live another day. My chest heaved as a plan came to me in a brilliant rush. I hated the thought of having to lower myself to that level, but if it was what I had to do to lie, I'd do it in a heartbeat.

  I went limp, allowing the men to each grab me by the arm and haul me out of the trunk. The car was closed up, locked up, and we were off. They turned me around, dragging me towards a small, concrete building. Looking up at the moon, a sense of dread filled my stomach. Again I was overcome with the urge to puke my guts out, but I retained my composure.

  I dragged my feet along the muddy ground in front of the painfully grey building, regretting the absence of my other high heel. The dirt welcomed my bare foot gratefully, and I cringed every single time I had to dip it into that pudding-like earth. The men were silent, and I was grateful. They'd frightened me enough for one night, a moment of quiet like this was necessary for my psyche.

  Drawing a key from his pocket, the man to my left fumbled with the lock on the door. After a few strained, one-handed attempts, we were in. I was shaking all over, my skin visibly clammy due to stress, but I bit my lip and held my tongue. Inside the building was a stark room, completely empty. In the centre, there was what looked like a little, wooden door.

  Knowing it must lead to the basement of this infernal place, I struggled a little. God, I hated basements - they smelled like shit, they were damp as all hell, and the eerie vibes got to me even now. I was far from a child, but I was young enough to have not yet outgrown my sense of paranoia. The men were dragging me closer and closer to that door, and I was panting out of terror.

  The man to my right
briefly let go of my arm, and he fished a key out of his trench coat. Kneeling down in front of the door, he unlocked it and flipped in open. To no one's surprise, there was a shoddy-looking staircase behind it that led down to my certain doom. I shook my head feverishly, wanting any other fate. Let me die right now, I thought. Please, for the love of God, if you're going to kill me, just do it already.

  The Gods were not merciful - the men let go of me completely, but only for a brief moment. One of them started down the stairs, and the other pushed me, forcing me to follow. He walked behind me menacingly, and it became clear that there was absolutely no escape, no salvation. We were underground now, and I was stuck here. Death was the only way out.

  I knew that I had to try my very best to offer myself up to their boss, but I had no idea how to do that when I was terrified, dirty, and sick to my stomach. I gingerly undid three buttons of my blouse, hoping that my cleavage would make a good impression on him. I kicked off my other heel, letting it rest indefinitely on the staircase.

  We went further and further down, it was a thin, blocky staircase that had no clear end. All three of us were perfectly silent, save for our footsteps and sighs. After what felt like forever, there seemed to be a light at the end of the tunnel - a dim lightbulb that illuminated a dank, withered room.

  The man in front of me reached the bottom of the staircase and entered the room. I followed, my nose struck with the pungent odor of mildew and decay. I took a look around - several worn-down velvet chairs dotted the room, and an impressive array of weapons lined the walls. There were cabinets in every corner, one of them leaking something suspicious. I grimaced.

  The man behind me stood at the bottom of the staircase to prevent me from escaping, while the other went into an adjacent room, presumably to fetch the Boss.

  I brushed the dirt off of my skirt, though I knew it was futile. I rubbed my dirty feet against the dirty floor, desperate to dislodge any excess dirt. I was a mess and I knew it, mascara staining my cheeks, but I stuck out my breasts and hoped for the best. My lips were pursed and my eyelids lowered seductively - I had to at least give this thing a shot, right?

  The Boss entered the room with a commanding aura that was not easily ignored. He was an imposing figure, and quite a bit younger than the grandpa I'd expected. He was tall, well-built, and very blonde. His jaw was impeccably chiseled, and his blue eyes were lighter than anything in the room. Had this situation been a little different, I might have even been eager to flirt with him.

  But as it stood right now, I was simply intimidated by the size difference. I padded awkwardly to the centre of the room until I was standing face-to-face with him. I had to crane my neck back to meet his eyes, and he looked down at me with a wry smile. He knew his place, and now he was going to make sure I knew mine.

  I pushed my tits together and tried to look both pitiable and fuckable. My looks would be my saving grace, if he so chose.

  "So - you're the troublemaker, huh?" He sneered, shooing his cronies off with a flick of the head. We were alone now. It was, quite literally, do or die. I had to make this work, lest I risk letting this be my last night on Earth. I nodded meekly at his question, trying to make my eyes as apologetic as possible.

  When I looked up at him again, I realized something a little shocking - he looked ridiculously similar to the man I'd conjured up in my fantasies earlier today.

  Chapter 3

  "Tell me," the Boss mumbled, the deep tone of his voice dancing through my ears as though it were a pleasant melody, rather than the voice of someone who had the power to end my life. "What's your name, darling? A pretty thing like you shouldn't be messing around with shady people like me."

  The fact that he'd complimented me made my cheeks flush red, though I knew that it could very well be total lies. He had a gun in his pocket - he could whip it out the second I said something he didn't like. He could kill me, and that reality never left my mind, no matter how attractive I found him.

  Upon realizing that I was planning on remaining silent, he frowned, displeased with my frightened non-compliance.

  "Well, I guess I'll break the ice. My name's Anders." He said frankly, voice steely and tense. His hand was drifting down to his hip, and it dawned on me that he might be already reaching for his gun. I panicked, trying my best to force syllables resembling my name to shoot out of my mouth. I spluttered, coughed, and embarrassed myself. Deep breath-

  "Isabella." I managed. "My name's Isabella."

  "That's a nice name." He smiled, hand moving back up, away from the gun. I heaved a sigh of relief - I had a few more minutes to impress him. Feeling daring, I unbuttoned my blouse even further, allowing it to fall open ever so slightly and expose parts of my bra. Anders raised his eyebrows, looking as though he were about to laugh.

  It was one of the most humiliating moments of my life.

  "You're offering yourself to me, are you?"

  I nodded in embarrassment, staring at my dirty toes. I couldn't meet those shocking blue eyes - not like this. I was utterly at this man's mercy, and I could only thank God that he was attractive. Perhaps I'd enjoy myself a little - that is, if I was good enough for him. He looked to be the sort of man who had high standards.

  "Well, I'll consider it." He grinned, moving across the room and sitting himself down in one of the old, red chairs. "Prove to me that you deserve a good fuck. Dance for me."

  I was mortified - I had no rhythm, and I was loath to admit that this might be my downfall. Nervous, I moved to stand in front of him. My toes curled, tense, and my hands shook as I reached for the zipper of my skirt.

  His eyes followed my hands, eyebrows cocked as though he were already judging my lackluster performance. My life hinged on this - I had to prove myself worthy. Eventually, I managed to get the stuck zipper to work, and I slid it down with a slow, tantalizing motion. I lidded my eyes, gazing over at him with what I hoped was seduction in my eyes.

  He chuckled a little, and it dawned on me that I just didn't have it in me to do this. I wasn't sexy - I never had been. My body was decent enough, and my enthusiasm usually made up for my lack of outright sex appeal, but...right now, sex appeal was the most important thing, and I wasn't able to exude any form of it.

  My hands, still undeniably shaky, played with the waistband of my skirt. My slim legs were quivering, knees knocking together as I attempted to stay calm and composed. Slowly, I slid it down, turning around to give him a nice view of my ass. The panties were still somewhat sticky from my earlier masturbation session, though I was quite certain he wouldn't notice that.

  Aside from the stains, they were a flattering pair - dark lace stretched over my pert cheeks, perfectly framing them. I looked over my shoulder, slightly proud. Anders was stroking his chin, unsure as to whether or not he approved. I heaved a quiet sigh, deciding to pull out the big guns.

  Whirling around to face him, I walked forward on the tips of my toes. I could only hope that I looked confident, though I'm sure the tremors shooting through my body were still as obvious as ever. Anders's lips were pursed in judgement still, but as soon as we locked eyes, he began to smirk. I could tell he was enjoying this, and I had to admit that he was definitely the sort of guy I'd have gone after, had the situation been different.

  "C'mere, babe." He grinned, scooting forward on the armchair and spreading his legs a little. He patted the tops of his thighs as if to invite me to take a seat. I obliged, though being this close to him was admittedly nerve-wracking. I lowered my hips against his own, straddling him. As far as I could tell, he was still totally soft. My performance thus far definitely hadn't been enough.

  Slowly, I began to rock my hips, draping my arms over his broad shoulders. My eyes met his, and I could see his pupils enlarge - I bit my lip. He was hot, and despite the fear still pooling in my stomach, I was starting to get really into this. Desperate for friction, I began to grind myself against him like a stripper.

  I was clumsy and definitely not up to par with the women he'd sure
ly been with in the past, but I was getting reactions now. I felt his length twitch and harden beneath me, and I almost moaned at how satisfying it felt to turn him on. His hands rested softly on my waist, but as he grew more aroused, he reached up and began to undo the final buttons of my shirt.

  My chest was now all but exposed, save for the lace that still adorned it. Frustrated, he reached around my back and undid the clasp of my now-redundant bra. Tossing it all aside, I now sat atop this incredibly dangerous man in nothing but my panties. The power imbalance was obvious here, and I could tell he liked it that way. He was still fully clothed, and the gun remained nestled in his pocket.

  He could pull it out at any time, he reminded me by tapping on it softly, before returning his hand to my waist. God, his skin was cold. And I was completely burning up, flustered and frightened and sluttily pressing my hips into his own as though it were the only thing I knew how to do.

  "You're beautiful." He remarked, meeting my eyes again. I studied his face - he could be a model, if he weren't...whatever he was. I assumed he ran some sort of mafia, but I knew little of the underworld, so I wasn't in any position to be guessing. There were several scars littering his face and neck, but none of them detracted from his looks - rather, they made him more interesting.

  The thrill of it all was getting to me, and for the second time that day, my panties were totally soaked. He could obviously feel it, because he started to laugh.

  "Don't get so wet before we've even done anything. That said, I do like a little enthusiasm." He snarled, before lunging upwards and marking me. I felt his lips against the pale skin of my neck, and I let out a cry of surprise when he sunk his teeth in. There was the faint sensation of blood dribbling out of the wound he'd formed, but the pain barely registered. I supposed it was just his way of claiming his territory, and the fact that he'd want to claim me in the first place was absolutely a good sign.