FLORA'S POV:
He was one of the Lucian men. I remembered his face completely.
Tears streamed down my face. There was no escape for me this time.
I might not be able to save Dahlia from this entangled predicament, and I wouldn't be able to collect Marcus' s soul.
So many thoughts clouded my mind, I felt like I was losing already and it was just my first encounter.
The realization hit me hard, but a sudden surge of strength and determination built within me and I jolted back to reality.
I didn't react immediately. He kept driving, and I focused on when to attack him.
When we reached a shallow road, I raised my elbow from behind and struck him hard on the nerve in his neck.
He jolted and lost control, bringing the car to a halt-almost throwing us off the road, almost causing me a migraine.
I was lucky. He collapsed on the steering wheel, which blared loudly as his head pressed down on the horn.
I managed to open the car door, got out, and removed his head from the horn. Checking his pulse, I confirmed he was still alive.
Grabbing my bag, I ran off into the night with no sense of direction. I just wanted to escape there.
After a while, I felt like I was being followed.
Turning back, I saw the same man l' d hit staggering toward me. Despite the distance, I recognized him. Oh, I realized I hadn't run much distance because of how bad my legs hurt.
A car approached me from the opposite direction.
The hope l' d felt vanished instantly as it drove straight toward me.
I turned back to see the man chasing me, now pulling out a gun. I gasped in fear.
Jonathan appeared, stopping the car right in front of me.
"Dahlia, we have no time! Get in!" he shouted.
Without a second thought, I jumped into the car, and we sped off.
In no time, two cars appeared in the rearview mirror,
chasing us.
Jonathan accelerated, and the ride was rough as we maneuvered through the dark roads. Finally, we reached a familiar route—| realized we were heading back to the house.
When we arrived, Jonathan told me to wait in the car while he went inside. Moments later, he returned, handed me a bottle of water, and stashed something in the back seat.
"This place isn' t safe for now," he said cryptically as we started driving again.
My heart raced as I glanced at Jonathan, unsure of his intentions or where he was taking me. I stayed silent, sensing his anger. Though he tried to appear calm, his dark expression betrayed him.
We drove along lonely paths with no one in sight until we reached a hidden house. He parked the car and led me inside. The house was empty, but equipped with modern enhanced facilities much more sophisticated than the previous place.
Confused, I demanded answers.
"Who are you, Jonathan? I don't care if you're trying to help me; I need to know why you're helping me and who the hell you are! You can't just parade me around like a puppet. Don' t I deserve an explanation?" I fired at him breathlessly.
Jonathan's expression darkened further. He looked at me, his eyes shooting arrows at me and the air suddenly became thick and unable to breath.
He stepped closer, and before I could react, I was hoisted over his shoulder.
He carried me upstairs and dropped me in a dimly lit room, bathed in red light. I could barely see anything.
With one swift move, he chained my hands to a pole I hadn't least noticed.
He turned on the light, and I gasped as the realization of where I was hit me. Goosebumps pricked my skin.
He chained my legs next, his expression cold and unreadable.
Taking a step back, he stripped himself naked and made me watch.
Piece by piece, he removed my clothes, his hands lingering on my body.
When I was completely naked, he ran his hands over my breasts, caressing them gently. Despite myself, I felt pleasure building inside me.
He trailed his fingers down to my core, feeling my wetness.
Lifting his hand he licked his fingers clean before placing them in my mouth, I sucked them without hesitation.
He pushed his fingers back inside me, and I let out a soft moan.
"Keep your eyes open," he commanded, and I obeyed.
“Look at me and don't take those eyes off me.” He commanded again.
And I stared directly into his eyes.
He left afterwards and I was confused about where he was headed. Moments later, he returned holding a gag and a kegel ball. I gasped as he approached.
He gagged me, muffling any sound I tried to make.
Gripping my breasts, he sucked roughly on my nipples, nibbling hard. I tried to moan, but the gag silenced me. Tears of overwhelming sensation escaped my eyes.
Then, he trailed his hand back to my core and inserted the kegel ball.
I screamed against the gag, but it was faint—my pain barely audible. His eyes never made any contact with mine. He just focused on what he was doing.
He pushed it deeper, and I clenched tightly against the chains, unprepared for the sharp sensation. I felt the balls reach deep inside me, and he held the edge with his hand and he playful pushed it in and out of me.
Tears streamed freely down my face, and I wanted to plead, but the gag made it impossible.
Jonathan moved his hands back to my nipples, caressing them gently. Despite the lingering pain, pleasure began to build deep within me, consuming me. My breath began to pace up and Jonathan didn't stop, he knew what he was doing and I didn't want him to stop either.
Tears of conflicting emotions-pain, pleasure, and confusion-trickled down my cheeks as I felt completely at his mercy.