Bounty Hunter

Zinnia

Will drags me back inside, this time, through another route different from what Bethel and I escaped from. I screamed and kicked my feet in the air, crying out and cursing at him to let me go, but each time I cried out, I received a spank on my butt cheeks.

I couldn’t go back, not when the only friend I had was no more. I had tried escaping and the terror that awaited me will be nothing beyond what I’d experienced being here. I couldn’t go through that, not again. My body still hurts. My inner thighs screamed for mercy. My asshole was seconds away from tearing apart. And my mouth, God knows my mouth has received more cocks and dicks lately. Roman would take pleasure in torturing me now. He would make it his life mission to end my life, as if he hadn’t already killed me.

“No, let go off me, you asshole,” I screamed at the top of my lungs. My throat burned, begging for a drop of water, but despite the ache, I didn’t stop yelling.

At some point, Will drops me to the ground. I began to crawl in the other direction, making my way for the door. But he grabs my hair.

“Get back here, you dirty bitch!” He cursed, grabbing a fistful of my hair and pulling me further into the foyer. My cries had called the attention of everyone as all the other woman who had been captured by Roman stood outside their room to witnessed the hiatus. When Will had dragged me to the center, he let go off my hair and hovered over me.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

My scalp burn with pain. I heaved out several breaths, my chest rising and falling abruptly.

“You stupid bitch! Did you really think you could get away from Roman? Your stupidity caused the life of your friend and now her death is on her conscience. Trust me, Roman wouldn’t be happy to know you tried to escape and in the process, you caused him one of his life long income,” Will says in a mocking tone and then he disappeared.

I stood there, unable to move, the weight of his words pinning me down. I sobbed, not for the what Roman would do to me, that was for another time. But because my reluctance, my pride, my stubbornness had caused the life of someone who kept me company. If I had just given myself to that man, we would have been free and far away from here, and Bethel would still be alive. But because of me, she was death. She was shot and pushed off a cliff because of me. Her family, if she ever had one, would never know what happened to her. It was all my fault.

I buried my face into the cold concrete floor and sobbed, not giving a damn that other captives were staring at me. For the first time since I was brought in here, I wasn’t crying because I missed Reed. I wasn’t crying because I was being ganged raped. I wasn’t crying because I was being humiliated. I was crying because I caused the death of someone who fought to get us out of here. Even if I did made it out of here, I would never be able to live without the guilt of having been the cause of her death.

I cried and cried, screaming at the top of my lungs, ignoring my throat that burned and begged to be patched. My screams echoes through the foyer, and despite people watching, I was alone. My companion was no more.

It felt like an eternity before I moved. And it wasn’t because I’d finally decided to move on my own, but it was because of the cold water that was splashed on me, before chuckles followed.

Slowly, as my body ached, I looked through my puffy eyes to find men I’d never seen before. They laughed, pointed and some pulled out their phones to take pictures of me. It didn’t bother me. I didn’t care. But when they dispersed and the silhouette of a broad looking man came into my vision, I began to shiver on the spot, as though a bucket of ice had been flushed into my system.

It was him. My captor. My tormentor. My judge. He had come to pronounce my sentence for having attempted to escape.

“Zinnia, Zinnia!” His voice was even colder than I remembered. It had been days since I last saw him. I think. “Someone tells me you tried to escape,” he said calmly, stooping to my level. Using a cigar, he shifts the hair from my face. My gaze drops to the ground, unable to meet his. “Haven’t you learned, Zinnia? You can’t escape from me. Your life belongs to me and the only way from you to escape me, is it I let you die,” he adds.

Then, he rose to his feet. Only then, was I able to look up. I watched him tuck his hands inside the pocket of his trouser. He whispered something to the men who surrounded me before disposing of the cigar, taking at a wipe and cleaning his hands and threw it to the floor close to my face. Next thing I know, he’s walking away from me.

I heard his voice one last time. “Bring everyone in the foyer. Let everyone see what happens when they try to escape,” and for good this time, he walked away.

The man above me, one after the other, took off their belts. My hands flew to my back and I began to shift backwards, all the while shaking my head and shivering.

“Oh, come on now, Zinnia. Let’s have some fun. You’re gonna have a good time,” one of the men says. He was the first to get rid of his belt and the first one to drop to his knees and shove his dick inside my mouth. And then, the others followed suit. They worked in pair. A dick in my mouth. Another in me. Three more on my face, spewing their junks on my face.

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