Chapter 22 — Marie Was Kidnapped

Marie Joyce woke up hearing strange noises. She then realized that the strange noises came from a girl’s loud moaning. She blinked a couple of seconds before her hazy vision cleared. Her head was throbbing with pain and the noises from this horny girl were just making it worse.

“Make it stop!” she said to herself as she moved to cover her ears. But panic consumed her when she realized her hands were tied. In fact, they tied her body around a chair. She tried to crane her neck, hoping to see where the sound was coming from. The realization almost choked her when she saw the people creating the sound. The girl’s face was pressed on the table as the man was thrusting from behind her.

“N-no. Charlotte? S-sir Greg?” She watched them as their teacher ravaged Charlotte. She seemed to enjoy it, though. She closed her eyes and stopped watching the morbid scene. “What just happened?” she asked herself. Deciding to find answers, she opened her eyes again and examined the place. ‘This looks like an abandoned building inside the school. Why the hell did I end up here? Why can’t I remember anything?’ The next thing she heard was approaching footsteps. Anxiety rose inside her. She then refused to look up when a pair of combat boots stopped in front of her.

“Did you enjoy our little show?” a taunting voice of a girl asked from behind them. “C-Charlotte. W-what the hell am I doing here?” she asked in a low voice. She was still shaking as panic drowned her. “I’m afraid I’ll never be able to answer that, lesbo. But your little friend, the famous Miss Steffy Rivera, will.”

She looked up this time when she heard Steffy’s name. The menacing look on Teacher Greg’s face met her gaze, and Charlotte’s evil grin made it hard for her to stay focused. “First, I’m not a lesbian. I don’t know what you guys are up to, but Steffy and I have nothing to do with you. How did I end up in this place? I-I don’t remember.”

“Stupid. We drugged you and kidnapped you right after Steffy drove away from your place.”

Marie remembered it now. Someone was following them that night when she and Steffy went to a motel. When Steffy left, she was knocked out. And all along, it has been the teacher’s and Charlotte’s doing! ‘But why?’ Determined to harbor an answer, she demanded by yelling at them. “Let me go!”

“Shut up!” said the teacher as he ungently clasped her face with his big hand. She almost puked when she realized that his hand smelled like orgasms. “G-get your hand off me, molester!”

The teacher laughed, still clasping her face. She tried to break free by shaking her head disgustingly. “You amuse me, Marie. Just like how Miss Rivera amuses me. Charlotte, dear. I think it’s time for you to call her friend.”

“Yes, master,” said Charlotte seductively as she got a small phone tucked between her cleavage.

“Tell me, Yuan. How does an Alpha assassin kill an important target?” Yuan smiled at her mischievously.

“Why do you want to know?” he asked as he moved towards her and wrapped her in his arms. Tiffany touched him away. “I just want to know how would the Don wants her daughter dead.”

“Are you sure you want to know that?”

“Of course. Otherwise, I won’t be asking you.”

Heaving a sigh, Yuan settled in the bed before them, looking at her as she slowly stripped her clothes. “Well, I’m going to kill you or Lucio Hernandez the same way I did to that fat principal.”

“Really?” she said as she straddled him on the bed. Her breasts were dancing before his very eyes. “Yes,” he moaned as he sucked her left nipple.

“Ah, except that I won’t be castrated, right? But Lucio will.” Yuan nodded his head in approval. “Correct.”

“But I will also be flogged nakedly, and then stabbed with a knife many times, correct?” Another moan escaped Yuan’s lips. Tiffany ground her butt, feeling his manhood underneath her.

“Y-yes. And the last ceremony is the carving of the Alpha symbol in your body.” Tiffany let out a low whimper as Yuan savagely kisses her neck. She ran her fingers through his hair as Yuan’s hands groped her private parts.

“I’m planning to carve it here,” Yuan whispered as he rubbed his big hand through her stomach. “It’s going to be insanely hot to look at.”

Tiffany chuckled, “What a psycho. Well, at least I will still look gorgeous in my death.”

“Except that you’ll be stabbed at least fifty times. You won’t be gorgeous anymore.” They both laughed. “I won’t let that happen, señorita.”

Tiffany smiled at him. ‘I know.’

“W-wait, Yuan. I want to show you something,” she whispered as she stood up.

“Stay put, young man.” She rummaged through a cabinet, then smiled to herself as she lazily ran her fingers through the shiny items that she had in her hand.

“What are those handcuffs for?” asked Yuan.

“I want to tell you a secret, Yuan. Lucio Hernandez and I always fucked.” Yuan laid on the bed. His muscles and his angry manhood were completely displayed in front of her. “Was it a good fuck?” he said with a hint of bitterness in his tone.

“Yes. You know why?”

“No.”

“Because of this,” she said, touching the handcuffs gently with her fingers.

“Oh, you’re a creep in bed,” Yuan replied excitedly.

“Maybe. Don’t you want a creep in your bed, Yuan Lloyd Marquez?”

Yuan let out an amused chuckle. “Well, if that creep is you, then I won’t mind.”

Tiffany smiled devilishly. “Good. Now, por favor, caballero. Hands above you.”

“As you wish, señorita.”

Tiffany climbed on the bed and laughed as she hastily locked Yuan’s hand on the bars above the bed’s headboard. “Do you think women are weak, Yuan?”

The young guy let out a carefree grin that made him look boyish. “Well, I—”

“Women are powerful. With just a flick of our eyes, and a little grind with the hips...”

Yuan nervously chuckled as the heiress once again ground her ass against his swelling manhood. “We can tame beasts like you, and toy with you. Yes, most of us are physically weaker than men, but for many years, we have evolved into a more powerful species. Look at you now, I just kissed you and here you are,” she said as she drew another of her witch-like laugh.

“You look so handsome being handcuffed in that bed. And now, I’m going to tie your feet too.”

Yuan suddenly looked worried. “Tiffany, w-what are you doing?” She shushed him as she got a rope underneath the bed.

“I’ve prepared for this, Yuan. While you’re out, I called my dear faithful George and had him bring these items to me. Isn’t he sweet?” Tiffany got a hidden weapon from her bag. A knife. The knife almost looked shiny at Yuan. Goosebumps crawled on his now immobile body. Immediately, a realization hit him.

“Hey, Tiffany, y-you agreed that we’ll get married, remember?”

Running the tip of the knife through his masculine stomach, Tiffany chuckled. “Too bad for you. I did not prepare to have my vagina cut open with a baby’s head! I prepared to be an Alpha Don!” Tiffany’s voice was furious now, judging from the veins that were visible on her forehead and the sides of her neck. “Say goodbye to your ambitions, Yuan. And by the way, call me Miss T. Oh wait, you won’t be able to call me that because by then, you’ll be dead!” Tiffany laughed loudly at that. Her laughter rang in his ears like a witch’s laugh. Yuan almost lost his voice when the pain from the blade cut through the skin of his penis.

“Please, Tiffany. D-Don’t do this!” But Tiffany was not someone who can be easily swayed.

“You know I am so much like my father, Yuan. You shouldn’t have provoked me.” Without second thoughts, Tiffany buried the knife on his intimate part and a ball of a genital came rolling on the sheet, staining it with blood and the claws of death.

Loud knocks from the door drained the euphoria away from Tiffany. She stepped down from the bed and hastily opened the door with only her half-face visible to the man outside. Realizing it was only George, she opened it wide enough for him to step inside. “You perfectly know that I’m doing the ceremony.”

“Is he dead yet?” came a grumpy tone. Tiffany shook her head.

“He’s just unconscious, but I already cut his balls. I’m about to stab him but you knocked.”

“I’m sorry, señorita, but a message reached your phone.”

Craning her neck, she asked again. “Who called?”

“The Dragons.”

‘Those motherfuckers.’

“What do they want?” she asked, suddenly interested. “I haven’t revealed myself to them. How come they know who I am?”

“It’s Marie Joyce, señorita,” George replied as his stares darted to the unconscious and bloody man on the bed. He slightly cringed when he had seen the nakedness of the man whom he barely knew inside the Alpha. “What about Marie, George? What happened to her?”

Steffy replied worriedly. The young man on the bed had quite an excellent reputation, but he did not want him to be the next Alpha Don. His master, the heiress, should have all the rights. He vowed before the young girl’s mother that he would protect her little daughter, thus; he was so much willing to go with her, even to the ends of the earth. “They kidnapped your friend.”

Tiffany could not maintain her composure now. “Fuck!” she cursed loud enough to make George’s ear burst.

“Calm down, señorita.”

“Stop telling me to calm down, George! Those men will hurt Marie, oh poor Marie—”

Just then, a ring from her phone startled the two of them. Steffy picked it up hastily, not minding the blood that had now stained her shiny gadget.

“S-Steffy!” The familiar voice on the line made her heart skip a bit. “Marie Joyce! Hey, baby girl. Are you okay?”

“T-They asked me to call you… to save me… but I don’t want you to come in here! I’m fine. Don’t come. Please, just save yourself! Please—”

Tiffany heard the poor girl scream in agony as she shouted curses in the background. Steffy was pretty sure someone was hurting her.

“Hi, Steffy.”

“You…what did you do to her? Charlotte, if something happens to my friend, I swear to God, I’ll kill you and every one of you!” Charlotte only laughed at her.

“Good luck to that, Steffy. Anyway, meet us at the abandoned building where you were fucked by Teacher Greg at the Acquaintance party. Bring anyone and surely, Marie Joyce will die.”

“Tell me, who’s behind this?” Steffy demanded. “You’ll meet him here. So, tick-tock, tick-tock! Don’t waste your time! Better be a quick, little heiress. The Dragons, especially our leader, are already impatient.” And the line was dead.

“Dragons. Charlotte was a Dragon Brotherhood member.”

Clenching her fist, she closed her eyes and tried to weigh things. She understood she cannot kill Yuan first considering the number of ceremonies she still had to perform. She wanted the Don and the rest of the Alphas to receive her message, so she had to do this ceremony, but if she will not hurry to fly back to Southern Isla, she might already be too late to save her friend.

“He’ll surely kill Marie if he doesn’t get what he wants,” Tiffany said worriedly. “So, what are you going to do now?” the old man hesitantly asked. Tiffany scanned the room and fixed her gaze on the unconscious man on the bed.

“Change of plans. I should have killed that motherfucker first. And I should have done that during that same day I met him in his stupid classroom. But there no need to cry over spilled milk. I need to go back to Southern Isla immediately. Please, I’ll use my private plane.”

“I’ll go with you, señorita,” replied George with sensing no hesitation in his tone. Tiffany once again looked at Yuan, who was lying unconscious in his own blood.

“No. Take him to the brotherhood, and tell them what I fucking did to their favorite.”

“But this means revolution, señorita.” “Then let it be.” George paced back and forth, then he looked at her solemnly. “I’m calling Elizabeth to take care of him, then I’ll go with you.”

“But George…”

“You know where my loyalty lies, señorita,” he said with finality in his tone. Tiffany heaved a sigh.

“Very well. In that case, you’ll have to call your brother.”

“Joselito?”

“Yes, George. If we’ll attack the Dragons, we’ll definitely need explosives. And he’s the one who knows where to get those.”