Chapter 44

Tiara was led upstairs by one of Ramone’s boys. This one was a lanky guy with a smiley face and a headful of thick dreadlocks. His friendly face was marred by a long scar on his left cheek. Tiara was curious to know what caused that awful scar, but she was wise enough to know that it was none of her business and that the guy might be offended by such an intrusive question.

Ramone had given her his shirt to cover her nakedness since her clothes had been torn to shreds by the masked kidnapper. The shirt looked like an oversized robe on her, but her Gucci sandals made it look like she was creating a new fashion trend. She was led to a spacious room that was barely furnished with a king-sized bed, a table and chair in the corner, and a small wardrobe.

“This is Don Ray’s bedroom,” her guide informed her. “You will be staying in the adjoining room on the other side, but you will have to share his bathroom with him because there isn’t one attached to the room you will be using.”

“Ok,” Tiara said and marveled at how well-spoken Ramone and his gang members were. How did these educated people settle for this kind of job? Granted, the unemployment rate in the country was abysmal, but was that enough reason for these intelligent young men to turn themselves into human butchers and kidnappers? Was unemployment enough justification for bringing pain and sorrow to their fellow citizens who were equally struggling to survive in this hard country?

He led to the other room through an adjoining door. This room was smaller than Ramone’s room but just as scantily furnished. It had a small bed, one plastic chair by the window, and a small square mirror on the wall. It looked like a neatly kept prison, and Tiara wondered how many women had been locked up in this same room, and for how long? Were they eventually allowed to go home to their loved ones, or were they trafficked illegally across the borders and taken to Europe? Or were they killed and cut up like animals, and their vital organs sold off to the monsters who bought human parts?

You will drive yourself crazy with these thoughts, she told herself. Just focus on yourself and figure out a way to get out of this horrid place.

“Feel free to use the bathroom if you want,” the young guy told her. “Someone will bring you some food to eat.”

He didn’t even wait for her response before he turned around and left the room. She heard him locking the door before his footsteps receded into the distance, and then Ramone’s bedroom door slammed shut.

Wow, she thought. So, I am really a prisoner? How am I going to get out of here?

She walked over to the window to look outside. The window had bars on it that were so intricately designed, there was no way she could even slip a hand through, let alone her entire body. The view from the window was even more depressing—all she could see for miles and miles were trees and grasses and nothing else.

I’m stuck in the middle of a forest with a gang of killers! If Ramone killed me now and discarded my body in the woods, no one would ever know where to find me.

Tiara sat down on the floor and cried her heart out. The thought that she might never see her family again, killed her. And Dare? Her sweet, sweet Dare, who must be out there frantically searching for her by now. Tiara wept until she was exhausted. She had tried to be strong while bargaining with Ramone, but now that reality had hit her, all her hopes had come crashing down, burying her under a pile of despair and hopelessness. There was no guarantee that she would ever leave this place, and her captor was not even a reliable person. She knew he was only keeping her here to be his fuck buddy, and while sex with him might be great, it didn’t change the fact that she was still his prisoner, and he could decide to keep her here forever if he so wished.

Feeling drained, she dragged herself to the bathroom which was located between her new room and Ramone’s. The place was clean but dimly lit; there was a spacious shower stall, a toilet beside it, and a wash basin with a glistening silver tap over it near the bathroom entrance. Just like the window in her room, this one had a bar on it with the weird crisscrossing design. She felt her stomach churn and she realized that she hadn’t taken a potty break since yesterday. Her body usually went on ‘block’ mode whenever she finds herself in a place where easing herself wouldn’t be comfortable for her. It was one of her superpowers, and she was glad for it.

After relieving herself, she flushed the toilet and made her way into the shower stall. Her heart leapt for joy when she saw that there was a water heater in the bathroom and that meant she could have a hot water bath. Yay! She thought and laughed at herself. Thank God for small miracles.

There was a white mildly scented bar soap on the soap dish which she rubbed between her wet hands and worked up a lather. She let the water from the shower rain over her, filling the bathroom with scented steam. She may be in captivity, but this shower felt so damn good. Tiara took her time to wash properly from head to toe, and even though she missed her expensive body wash and bath salts, she was grateful for this ordinary soap and clean water right now. Standing under the steady stream of hot water made her feel so good, she let the hot liquid hit her sore spots and massage her body.

“Beautiful.”

Tiara jumped with a start when she heard the familiar deep voice behind her. She turned around and saw Ramone standing there, looking at her with eyes burning with desire. He was wearing a white singlet that hugged his torso like a second skin, his faded jeans fit tightly around his strong thighs, and Tiara could see a bulge sticking out under his belt. She knew she should be annoyed that he’d barged in on her like this, but the tingle between her legs and her hardening nipples betrayed her.

“Don’t I deserve some privacy?” She asked him in a tone that suggested she was mad at him for the invasion of privacy.

“Pardon my manners, but I came here to see if you were faring well,” he lied smoothly.

“Well, as you can see, I am fine. Thank you very much for checking on me, now you can leave,” she said haughtily.

“Leave to where?” He asked with a laugh. “I own this place.”

“Of course, how can I ever forget that?” She asked bitterly.

He sighed. “You may not like me, but I’m being really nice to you here. Most of the other women who have been brought here didn’t even have the luxury of taking a shower until they were taken away.”

“You say that so proudly as if what you’re doing isn’t wrong in any way. How can you kill and sell human beings like yourself as if they mean nothing? Those are people with families who love them and miss them, but to you, they’re just commodities to be traded. How do you even sleep at night? Don’t you have a conscience?”

“As a matter of fact, I do,” he said flatly, his features hard as granite. “And it’s telling me to take off my clothes and fuck you until you no longer have the ability to think up all that nonsense that just dropped from your mouth.”

“Don’t even think about it,” Tiara warned when she saw him undressing. “Don’t come anywhere near me!”

He ignored her protests and stepped into the shower stall to join her. Tiara shrank back, trying her best to avoid his touch. Ramone pulled her close and placed one of his big hands between her legs. When he felt the sticky moistness of her arousal, he smiled like a man who had just won a tricky bet.

“So much for your protests,” he said, amused. “Someone has been having naughty thoughts about me, eh?”

Tiara slapped his hand away. “Don’t touch me!”

“Why don’t you stop pretending and just enjoy this privilege as long as it lasts?” He said in a patronizing tone. “I may not feel this way about you tomorrow.”

“And then what happens? You’ll sell me off?” She asked bitterly.

Ramone smiled as if her question pleased him. “Who knows? I just might do that. In the meantime, let me take you to paradise and make you forget why you’re here.”

When he reached for this time, she didn’t pull away, but there were tears in her eyes when she looked up at him towering over her like a dark mountain.

“Please let me go, Ramone,” she pleaded softly. “I don’t want to die here, and I don’t want to become your sex slave. Please, Ramone. Please let me go back home to my family. Please.”

He held her by her arms and continued to watch her silently as she cried and begged him. His hardened heart cracked a little, but he knew that letting her go would cause lots of problems for him. First of all, she already knows too much and if he did release her, nothing was stopping her from rambling to the police and the press about what went on in his den. Second, there was the issue of his guys—how was he going to explain his reasons for letting her go without undermining his authority in the camp. His boys would see him as a weakling who let his captive go because of awesome sex. Third, his street credibility would be completely ruined if whoever sold her to the Black Scorpion Gang saw her again, alive and roaming freely in society. They would label him as an unreliable trader, and that was bad for business. So, as much as a part of him wanted to help her and set her free, his hands were practically tied and there was nothing he could do. He too was a prisoner of his profession.

“Look, I’m not going to make you any promises, but I’ll try and figure something out,” he assured her.

“Are you just saying that, or do you truly mean it?” Tiara asked doubtfully.

“I mean it,” he assured her. “But you’ll have to give me some time to come up with a foolproof plan. I can’t trust anyone around here with the details of my plan, so this conversation has to stay between you and me.”

“Ok,” Tiara nodded, as she felt a flicker of hope in her heart.

“We don’t set our captives free here, so getting you out of this den without killing you or sending you off to Italy won’t be easy, but I will find a way around it.”

“Thank you,” Tiara whispered in genuine gratitude. She wasn’t sure if she could trust Ramone fully but hearing him tell her that he would find a way to secure her freedom gave her hope, and that made her thankful.

In response to her thanks, he leaned down and kissed the hollow of her neck with a soft touch of his lips. Tiara shivered the moment his lips connected to that sensitive spot on her neck. She leaned into him, letting her soft breasts press against his hard chest. His rock-hard cock poked her moist pussy, and she drew in a sharp breath at the sweet sensation it produced inside of her. Ramone trailed feather-light kisses down her neck, all the way to her throat and then between her boobs. He cupped the beautifully rounded globes in his large hands and squeezed them gently. She placed a hand over one of his and guided down her body to that glorious mound between her legs that was hot and waiting for his touch. Ramone wasted no time and doing the needful—he slid one large finger into her, located her G-spot, and proceeded to stroke it in and out until Tiara’s knees buckled from the intense pleasure.

Ramone tried to help her back to her feet, but Tiara resisted. She took hold of his big cock and put it in her mouth. He was so big that her mouth could only reach halfway down the length as she began to suck him like a suction pipe. Ramone moaned loudly as Tiara continued to pleasure him with her mouth. He had never had a blowjob this good in his life. He knew it would be extremely difficult for him to let her go, but he’d given her his word and he was going to try his best to honor it.

She stroked his cock as she sucked it and also massaged his balls in between, making sure that every part of his manhood got equal attention from her. To give him a bit of a treat, she stuffed his hairy balls in her mouth, jiggling and sucking them simultaneously while giving him a handjob. Ramone spread his feet apart, to give Tiara more room to finish him with her ball-breaking skills. He had to hold onto the shower rod and place a hand on the wall to steady himself because what she was doing to him was making him weak at the knees. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he lifted her and wrapped her legs around his hips, giving him access to her awaiting vagina. When he entered her, she exhaled deeply, enjoying the feel of his bare cock inside the walls of her vagina. He pulled out and jammed himself into her in a move that she now recognized as his signature style. He wasn’t the start-slow-and-pick-up-speed-later kind of guy. He was the start-fast-and-furious-and-finish-hard kind, and she wasn’t mad about that. She loved brutal fucking, and Ramone was delivering just that and then some.

He buried his face between her boobs as they continued to fuck like a pair of wild animals. The more he fucked her, the more she begged him to go harder. She was greedy and she wanted all of him, every single inch of him inside of her. They came at the same time, with hips tightly locked together and rotating in a dance of electrifying orgasms.

“Shit!” He exclaimed when he could breathe well again. “We didn’t use a condom.”

“It’s ok,” Tiara assured him. “I’m on birth control. The only thing I’m worried about now is catching a nasty disease from you.”

Ramone chuckled. “Don’t worry, I’m clean. I do a full body checkup every six months. The last one I did was two months ago, and my results came out with flying colors.”

“You go to the hospital to do that?” She marveled.

“No, I have two medical experts from different hospitals who come here to conduct the tests and bring back the results to me. Neither of them is aware of the other, and that’s because I want to be sure that the results I receive from them are accurate.”

“Clever,” she said, impressed with his sharp mind.

“You know what, let’s take a proper shower and then go out to eat,” he said cheerfully.

“Go out to where? The forest?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.

Ramone laughed, and Tiara was surprised to note that she liked the sound of it. I must be suffering from Stockholm Syndrome, because who develops a crush for her captor? What manner of insanity is this?

“Ok, maybe I exaggerated a little,” he conceded. “There really isn’t an out here, but I’ll have my people set up dinner for us in my room.”

“Ooh, we’re having a romantic dinner?” She teased him.

“If that’s what you call it, but it won’t be anything fancy. Just good food and maybe a bottle of wine. You deserve it.”

“I deserve it? Wow, there’s nothing pussy power can’t achieve,” Tiara joked.

Ramone chuckled, then his expression turned sober. “What did you do to the person that sold you to my boys?” he asked abruptly.

Tiara sighed. “It’s a long story and I’d rather not talk about it. But all I can say is that she is a very hateful, vindictive bitch who would rather see me dead than let me live my life happily.”

“Well, the world is full of such people and that’s the sad reality. By the way, you never told me your name.”

“You never asked,” she countered.

“True,” he agreed. “So, what’s your name?”

She hesitated, then decided to be honest with him. “Tiara.”

“Made up name or the real deal?”

“The real deal. My name is Tiara Egbuson.”

“What a lovely name. It suits you perfectly.”

His compliment made her blush. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. So, how about that shower I mentioned before?”

“Ok, let’s do it. I haven’t eaten in nearly 24 hours.”

“Sorry about that. But don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you.”

“I’m counting on it,” she said and joined him under the raining shower.