HARPER
When Nico Faletri had mentioned an offer, I had assumed a quiet spot void of horny men and women shooting me a dirty look, a place where I'd be able to observe all the things happening in the building, at the same time get to enjoy myself while not thinking about my miserable life until I returned home!
I never knew it was the underground nightclub he had intended to bring me to. Son of a bitch! He was truly the devil.
I had accepted an offer from the devil, and now, I had to repay with my soul. Maybe. Dignity? More like it.
The music pulsed through my veins, and my head thumped from the loudness of the horrendous music coming from the speaker. And no, that was barely my regret. Most days at home, I often had my headphones on and blasted out music until my ears temporarily ceased working. Well, not deep house music. But this was minimal compared to that.
It was the people grinding into me from left and right. That wasn't worse. A bastard was currently behind me, pressing himself against my back, and I could literally feel the bulge of his dick.
I groaned inwardly, my stomach twisting into knots. I tried to push myself out of the throng of dancers gyrating to the music, but I kept getting pushed back in by the motherfucker who was still behind me.
Another thing that worried me was Clara. I hadn't seen her since we stepped into the room. I wondered if Nico had separated us on purpose or if she had gotten lost. I couldn't tell. It was tough to see due to the neon light flashing in every direction.
"A quickie. How much would you take for the night?" A voice breathed down my neck, kissing my collarbone.
I froze, my eyes widened. His fingers snuck under the edge of my dress, brushing against my panties. Fury and panic collided in my chest all at once, and I shoved an elbow backward, hoping to catch whoever it was, but my hand met air instead.
"Come on, sweetheart, you can just bend over so that I can cum all over this tiny ass of yours," he whispered again, slapping my butt.
I gasped in shock. "I'm not a whore," I hissed through my teeth, my hands balling into fists.
I tried to turn to give the bastard a piece of my mind, but another idiot appeared in front of me and puffed in my face. I choked on my breath, coughing while waving my hand in front of me to clear the haze from the smoke.
My eyes stung and my vision dimmed. This was absolutely the wrong decision. Coming from the casino. I thought I'd escape one that was in the open, and now, these…shit. No one would even hear me if I decided to scream for help right now. The music was too loud.
People were dancing and didn't care. And yes, there was a lot more going on that I didn't even want to go into details.
"Look to the right," the one in front of me said, while my head still reeled. I wondered if it was from the smoke or if he had done something else.
I did as he said, and my stomach dropped as I saw Clara. Her mouth was muzzled with a gag and tied to a chair while about three men surrounded her. Clara struggled in her seat, her eyes wide with fear.
"What are you doing to her?" I asked as the men took turns pouring their drinks on her body, then brought out their dicks and began to caress. The sight was sickening.
"You see, that Chica over there lost a bet. She doesn't have enough money to pay back. They're so nice to have told her not to bother about the payment anymore. However…" he trailed off, smirking.
"However, what?" I said, my throat bobbing as I swallowed back air.
"They're going to fucked her so hard that she won't be able to walk for a week. She asked for it and now she'll be getting it." He chuckled.
"That's sick."
"Maybe, she shouldn't have engaged in the game, darling." He said, tucking a strand of hair behind my ears.
"Don't touch me," I snapped, glaring at him.
The bastard took a step back, leaning back to stare at me, and his hand raised, and he struck me hard across my cheek. A stunned breath slipped past my lips, and I clutched my cheek as my ear rang. A tear slid out of my eyes, and I gazed up to stare at the man in front of me, clearly for the first time.
It was the bastard that Nico had saved me from.
"I told you, love. You can't seduce me that way and run away from me." He snarled.
Did Nico bring me here on purpose, knowing there was no way I'd be able to escape if I was caught here? Was he working together with this man? In a normal sense, he should have thrown him out of the building after what he did, but it wasn't so. Except he was someone important.
"I'm going to fuck you, and when I am done, I'll allow my friends to have a taste of you. Don't worry, we'll treat you well, love." He whispered, coming towards me.
I ground my teeth and let my hand fall from my cheek. My eyes fastened on his. The other one behind me whispered in my ear.
"Don't fight it, baby, Mr Jones is really good with women and in no time you'd be screaming out his name."
"Over my dead body!" I growled and jammed the pointed end of my heels into the shoe of the one behind me, praying it got his feet.
It did. I heard him howling in pain, stumbling away from me. At the same time, Mr Jones sneered as I tried to sidestep him. Unfortunately, he had more men who were behind me.
"Bring her!" He ordered.
I felt rough hands on my shoulders, and I stared at the two bulky men, each standing beside me. They dragged me towards Mr. Jones, who had moved to another clearing.
"Let me go!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "Somebody, help me!"
But my plea for help was swallowed by the music.
"Get me that brandy bottle!" Mr. Jones said and a half-bottle of brandy that had been tossed on Clara was handed to him.
"Drunk women don't fight. Let's see how much strength you have!" He chuckled wickedly.
"Please, don't!" I cried out, shaking my head around, but it was held in place by someone, and he shoved the mouth of the bottle into my mouth.
I sputtered, coughing as the liquor was forced down my throat. My chest and throat burn. My eyes stung, tears welling in them, and my head began to pound. He didn't stop until the entire bottle was empty.
"Let her go."
The men released me, and I staggered, my eyes blurred, and everything in my line of vision appeared doubled. I reached for something, at least I tried, but I stumbled forward and fell to the ground. I couldn't fight him. I knew I was powerless, and the only person who could help was also incapacitated. I lay sprawled on the ground, unable to keep my body upright, and I stared at the flashing light.
"See, what I told you?" Mr Jones sneered. "Now, I can take you without a fuss."
Through the blur a voice came, low and lethal, "Then die trying."