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~ Evan ~
My sister and I went our separate ways at work. I met my coworkers in a meeting room where they were sitting around talking. “Morning, everyone; why are you guys just sitting here? We have important work to do. So— chop, chop.” I said as I sat my bag down. Ryan walked up to me with worried eyes.
“Kaylee told us to clean the offices upstairs. The way she said it was giving us strange vibes.”
Were we getting fired or something? The fear in the room is unbearable. We got the cleaning supplies and went to the top floor. Police were still investigating the area but didn't mind we were there. As long as we got clearance, we were good.
It felt like forever since we moved to the second floor. It got dusty quickly. We transferred files, wiped desktops, dusted cabinets, removed the trash, did some high dusting, etc. The room was spotless right now, so why are we doing this? Out of nowhere, my coworker felt something when he took down a box. "Guys, I think I found something," he said.
We all gathered around him in curiosity. Checking the shelf and the box itself, we found a camera. It was tiny, and nobody could physically see it. This was the same camera Ellie found earlier. Shocked by the object, I grabbed it. “What the shit?? How long has this been in there?” I said.
I looked around at my coworkers, who were more surprised than I was. I know they didn’t do it, but who did? The only stranger that came into this office was Aria. It couldn't be her. Brad was here as well. Could it be Brad that did this?? Then I remember the time someone said they were always watching. This camera was keeping track of us the whole time.
Immediately I called Ellie to come upstairs and check it out. Not a moment later, Kaylee went into the room.
~ Brad ~
I sat there smirking like an idiot. “Camera two has been located. I love this so much. The more they know, the less they will see. Right, you guys.” I said as I turned to my prisoners; Nate, Brandon, John, and Aria. The boys were awake as Aria passed out cold. Her body was limped, and her mouth was taped. She had bruises all over her body.
“You won’t get away with this, Brad. They will find you, and once they do, I hope it’s death row.” Nate stated.
I walked up to them and bent down to their level. I patted Nate’s head out of cuteness. “All the evidence they were getting is gone. They can’t even pinpoint my exact location. This cat-and-mouse game will continue as long as I want. It may end when I get my special prize… Ellie.”
John’s eyes glared at me. I can tell he wanted to kill me; how sweet. Words spilled out of Nate’s mouth like garbage. He asked why not? I followed her because she was different from the rest. She caught my interest. I loved her more than anything else. But her brother made it harder to get to her. So he needs to go. Those were the words I told him. I chuckled and went back to my seat.
“DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH EVAN!!! I SWEAR TO YOU I WILL END YOUR FUCKING LIFE!!” Brandon shouted.
“Why should you care? After all, he did to you, tsk. He cheated on you with Jennie and flirted with Aria over there daily. Your boyfriend is nothing but a whore.”
Outraged, Brandon wiggled around to get to me. He couldn't believe the “lies” I told him. Hey, that’s on them. My partner walks in at the perfect time. He carried a black pouch with him. Ahh!! The doses are here!! Finally!! My girls have been getting antsy lately. Here goes Brandon again, asking questions about the strange liquid. So, I explained the concept of drugs. If they get too fat, the drug will melt it off.
There was still confusion about the product, so I went ahead and gave Aria her dose. The others got scared when she flinched a little. It was nothing. I picked up Aria, bridal style, and placed her in the middle of the room. "What are you doing?" John asked. I ignored his questions as I tied ropes around her wrist. Once I was done, she was hanging for all to see.
My hands gilded slowly up to her chest, where I began to unbutton her shirt. Within minutes, Aria was in her birthday suit. The boys' eyes widened as bags were placed over their heads. Minho knocked them out. The next thing they knew was Brandon lying down— naked on the floor.
His lovely eyes swung open to see a sobbing Aria on top of him. In a panic state, he tried to move but noticed some chains holding him. "ARIA! Wh-what are you doing?" he said.
Aria’s hips moved back and forth, up and down. This girl was ordered to ride Brandon, or else they both died. Tears flowed down her eyes. I couldn’t let this opportunity pass. I forced her to have sex with them for my pleasure. You can see Brandon holding his moans in as he peeked over toward the other two. They were still out cold and naked. I sat in my chair, chuckling, watching the show.
"You sick bastard!" Brandon shouted.
“Maybe. You are enjoying it as well as I am.” I smirked. Brandon couldn’t deny it either; you can see by his expression. The enjoyment he was holding back from getting fucked by Aria. He was supposed to be gay… what lies. Every time they tried to make eye contact, they swivel away. It was so funny. But, things got a bit boring as she wasn’t getting into it. So, I demand that she moan loudly.
Without a choice, she did what she was told, and Brandon joined her. This excites me, and I want to hop in. I gesture to Minho to untie him to see what happens. But also make him point a gun at them in case: one wrong move and their lives end.
Within that, Brandon grabbed Aria’s waist and thrust harder. Was he enjoying this? Or was I trying to get this over with?
Aria screamed in pain as blood spilled out. He popped the cherry; I didn’t know she was a virgin. That explains things. When Brandon's thrusts got rough, the pain intensified. After a couple of minutes, I told him to cum inside.
"NOOO! Brandon, please don't." She pleaded. I snapped my fingers at him. It was an order, not a discussion. Minho cocked the gun and pointed it straight between his eyes. He held back tears and apologized. He placed her on her back and then lifted her legs in the air. The thrusting got rapid. Just like that warm liquid released inside of her. Perfect.