*Is the Black Book in there?*
I approached the safe and entered the code—Father's birthday: 15-07-1965.
The mechanism clicked, and the door swung open with a soft creak. Stale air rushed out, as if an ancient secret was finally breathing again.
Inside: files of papers, some jewelry boxes, and a small envelope—yellowed with age, corners bent.
My heart thundered in my chest. I pulled out the envelope with shaking hands and carefully opened it. Inside, a note in Father's distinctive handwriting:
*"Map to the Black Book. Never open unless..."*
The sentence remained unfinished.
"I found it! The map!" I whispered excitedly.
But as I unfolded it completely, my breath caught in my throat. The map was torn—only one quarter of it remained. Ancient paper, red ink lines, an X mark that was half-cut off.
*Where are the other pieces? What is this? Some kind of puzzle?*
The Black Book wasn't in any safe—it was hidden somewhere else, perhaps outside the house, protected by codes or coordinates that required all four map pieces to decipher.
I clutched the fragment tightly. *I need to find the other three pieces. Mom and Dad are arriving tonight—somehow I need to get information from them. They must know something.*
But how could I ask without revealing everything? If David finds out...
The anxiety rose again like a wave—my body trembled as if invisible hands were strangling me.
---
I hid the map fragment in my pocket, closed the safe, and exited the study carefully.
The hall was eerily silent—this part of the house always maintained a certain quietness, but today the walls themselves seemed to whisper secrets.
Then I spotted Sophia in the main hall—dressed entirely in black. Leather jacket, tight pants, high heels—she looked like a spy preparing for a mission. Her face held a strange intensity, hair pulled back severely, a small bag in her hand.
She was checking things quickly—phone, keys.
I froze, then pressed myself against the wall, hidden. *Does she know about the map? Is she meeting with David?*
Sophia took one last look at herself in the mirror, smiled—a wicked, knowing smile—and headed for the door.
I held my breath, watching from my hiding spot. She left the house and got into her car.
I checked my phone—6 PM. Mom and Dad would arrive at 8.
*But I need to follow Sophia. Now.*
I grabbed my car keys and slipped outside quietly. Sophia's black BMW turned onto the main road. I started my Mercedes and followed at a safe distance.
London's streets were crowded—traffic lights, pedestrians—but I stayed vigilant, maintaining my distance.
*Is she going after another piece of the map? Or meeting someone?*
---
Sophia's car left the city behind, heading onto the highway where buildings grew sparse. The sun was setting, painting the sky in shades of orange and crimson.
Then she turned onto a side road—isolated, forest-like terrain, utterly deserted.
My breathing quickened. *Is this dangerous?*
But I couldn't turn back now.
Finally, Sophia's car stopped in front of an old, abandoned bungalow. The structure was decrepit—vines and weeds had overtaken it, windows blackened with grime. No lights visible, except for a faint glow near the entrance.
Sophia stepped out, bag over her shoulder, scanning her surroundings carefully—ensuring she wasn't followed.
Then she went inside.
I parked my car at a distance—behind some trees, engine off. My heart pounded violently.
*What do I do? Go inside? But I'm alone...*
Still, I got out—removed my shoes to move silently—and crept toward the bungalow.
Inside was nearly pitch black, illuminated only by flickering candlelight—weak, trembling flames. The air felt cold, and there was a strange smell—smoke mixed with something more dangerous, more sinister.
I pressed myself against the wall and moved forward carefully. I reached the door Sophia had entered. There was a small glass pane—I could peek through.
Muffled voices drifted out—whispers, indistinct words.
"Plan... Lily... book..." Fragments of sentences.
I pressed my eye to the glass—and the scene inside made my blood run cold.
---
A large hall—shadows dancing in the candlelight. Four men sat around a circular table, all wearing black coats and masks. Their faces completely covered—only their eyes visible through the dark masks.
These weren't ordinary people—expensive suits, luxury watches glinting, body language exuding power and wealth. Business tycoons, clearly.
One held a cigar, another a notebook. And Sophia sat facing them—her expression serious, but her eyes gleaming with something dangerous.
They were discussing something sinister. I caught fragments: "Thompson Empire... deals... Black Book..."
And then my name: "Lily... she found one piece... but the rest..."
My suspicion was confirmed—they were discussing the map pieces to the Black Book. David's plan went much deeper than I'd imagined. These four men—were they his partners? Wealthy tycoons who were Father's enemies?
One of them spoke: "If Lily doesn't cooperate, then—"
Sophia cut him off smoothly: "We'll trap her younger sister, Emily. At her hostel... some video, some scandal. And as for Lily... we'll eliminate her."
Her words echoed in my ears like a death sentence. *Emily? My innocent younger sister?*
The ground seemed to shift beneath my feet. I pressed harder against the wall, my hand trembling uncontrollably.
*Eliminate—meaning? Kill me?*
Tears blurred my vision. Emily was completely innocent, just studying at college. If they targeted her...
*No!*
I clenched my fist. But the voices continued: "The remaining pieces... three more... destroy Thompson completely."
---
Then, suddenly, the atmosphere in the room shifted dramatically.
All four men stood up—their chairs scraping loudly. They began removing their clothes—suits, shirts, pants—slowly, deliberately. But the masks remained on.
Now they stood naked—their bodies muscular, marked with tattoos. And their cocks—massive, thick—clearly visible. Dark, long, veins bulging like weapons.
Sophia's eyes fixed on them, a smile playing on her lips. She stood, and one of the men grabbed her jacket.
"Madame, now it's time..." His voice was deep, commanding.
Sophia didn't resist—in fact, she smiled wider. They stripped her clothes off—one piece at a time. Jacket, pants, lingerie—until Sophia stood completely naked.
Her skin glowed in the candlelight, her breasts full and round, waist narrow. She positioned herself like an animal—on her knees, hands on the floor.
The four men surrounded her. One thrust into her pussy first—a brutal, forceful entry.
"Ahh!" Sophia moaned, but it was a sound of pleasure, not pain. She smiled, eyes closed.
"Madame... so tight..." he groaned.
Powerful thrusts—wet, slapping sounds filling the room. One would finish, then another would take his place, entering her roughly.
Sophia seemed lost in ecstasy—moving her hips, releasing soft cries of pleasure.
"Yes... more... Madame loves it..." They took turns like it was some ritualistic ceremony.
The room grew unbearably hot—the smell of sweat, moans echoing off the walls.
I stood outside, frozen in shock. *What is this? David's plan isn't just business—it's this perversion?*
---
Then one of them said: "Today let's enjoy Madame's ass. Her pussy doesn't have that same thrill anymore."
Sophia's eyes widened—a flash of fear. But she said nothing, perhaps feeling powerless to refuse.
They threw her onto a sofa—face down, ass raised. The largest man approached from behind, rubbing his thick cock against her.
Then, with one violent thrust, he forced himself into her ass.
"No!" Sophia screamed, but they muffled her cries. She writhed below him, drenched in sweat.
The thrusts were vicious—cruel. Blood began to trickle from Sophia's ass—red streaks staining the sofa. She flailed her limbs—in agony—but they didn't stop.
"Take it, Madame... take it all..." Brutal thrusts, Sophia's moans transforming into screams.
When the man finally came inside her ass—hot, sticky semen filling her—he pulled out roughly.
I watched in horror—Sophia's asshole was now a gaping wound, torn, bleeding. Blood and cum mixed together, dripping down.
Sophia was groaning: "Please... stop... ahh..." But three more men still stood there, erect and hungry.
One man brought a crystal glass—shining in the dim light. He positioned it near Sophia's ass and used a spoon to scoop out the mixture of semen and blood. The glass filled—white and red swirling together, thick and viscous.
Then he pressed the glass to Sophia's lips. "Drink it, Madame. Your reward."
Sophia drank it all—quickly, swallowing hard. Her face contorted in disgust, but she tried to smile.
---
Then he ordered her to stand. "Now for the next one."
Sophia struggled to her feet—her legs trembling violently, spread wide. She took one step and collapsed—screaming in pain.
"Ah!"
The man laughed cruelly. "Madame, we're just getting started."
He positioned her right there on the floor—like an animal again, ass up. Then he began spanking her—hard slaps with his hand. Red marks appeared immediately, Sophia writhing in pain.
"Ahh... yes..." She moaned, pain evident in every sound.
After spanking her, he thrust inside again—this time her pussy. The brutal rhythm began anew.
But then my phone vibrated—the screen lighting up. A message from Dad: *"Sweetheart, we've arrived. Come pick us up from the airport. Flight just landed."*
The time: midnight.
My heart stopped. *Mom and Dad! But I'm here?*
Sophia's horrific scene—if they discover this...
I backed away quickly, breathing hard. *Midnight—the deadline has passed.*
*Has David released the video already?*
I left Sophia there—her agonized moans fading behind me—and ran to my car.
*I need to get Mom and Dad. Now.*