Voices.
All I could here were voices as two men hidden from my view argued, their voices muffled by doors and walls, keeping them from my view and their words undecipherable.
My head was killing me from what ever I did last night, probubly went to that new club Vespair with my friends, and all I wanted to do was go home and sleep.
Instead I sit there in the familiar warehouse, the name of it on the tip of my tongue while I sat in the metal chair, glaring at the door.
"Who ever fücking took me is gunna pay." I ground out to the guards who stood there watching me, smirks on their smug faces.
"What ever you say girly." The gorilla looking one sneers. he was the one who wouldn't let me pass and because of him I had gain a few bruises trying to escape and get help and I couldn't help but think that Jaida and Lyra must be in the same position I am.
Suddenly a door opens behind me and clear footsteps click across the tiled floor.
"Sorry I kept you waiting, Little Girl." A man purrs out in a husky voice and I turn in time to see a hidden door close shut behind me, my eyes widening when I see him, my father's and my own rival string down at me as he lays his designer jacket, no doubt created by him, on the wooden desk I had gone through in search of a weapon to escape a few moments earlier.
Dorian Leshantée started walking towards me, loosening his tie and undoing the first three buttons of his pressed shirt, a smirk on his face as he stared down at me, his toned muscles now visible to my hungry eyes.
"Well well. When my father told me he had gotten me a new pet to congratulate me on my success, I never would have thought it would be you, Miss Aime." He says intrigued, capturing my chin in his hand as he looks into my wide azure eyes.
"Hmm no, not 'Miss' but my little 'Kitten' Aime. Yes, that will work." his voice ends in a whisper as his face inches closer to mine. I go to head butt him, but the guards grab hold of me as Dorian's lips descend onto my own, slowly kissing me sensually before moving to kiss my neck, causing a small gasp from me as he nibbles gently on the sensitive skin that only I knew was my weak spot.
I feel him pulling away surprised after my small gasp, a smirk spreading on his arrogant face as he trails a well manicured finger along the spot he had just vacated, causing me to shiver excitedly, my inner self cursing my reaction.
"I see, so my little kitten likes her neck stroked, I wonder what else she will liked being stroked." his tone is cocky as he leans back into my nick, kissing and nibbling it again in different places, me stifling a moan as his filthy hands roam my body, ending at my breasts where he gropes them slightly, tweaking my nipples through the fabric, my mind screaming for me to fight back, but I couldn't as I was held down. All I could do was wait for him to finish his ministrations on my body and hope to find a way to escape soon.
Finally Dorian pulls away, leaving my neck wet and sore as he leaves my neck from his assault and smiling happily down at me, I knew I would be covered in hickies from how focused he was.
"Drug her, and use the special on from the pet shop when she is passed out. When she is completely unconscious, bring her to my suits." He orders the guards. My mouth opens as I go to protest but something sharp is jabbed into my neck and soon the world fades to darkness.