I looked out of the window, my body betraying me as the vibrations under me heightened my arousal. Adam's hand rested firmly on my thigh, his grip possessive. Every so often, he glanced at me, his piercing gaze silencing any attempt to plead my case. Begging him was pointless—I’d been doing that all night. My body was tender, sore, and exhausted, but none of that mattered to him. He was still angry, still seething over my attempt to run away.
It all started about 7 months ago.
There was an exposition in Italy, and Adam was there for a business meeting. He had flown out for what was supposed to be a two-week trip, but it stretched into a month. We tried to stay connected through video calls, but the time difference and his hectic schedule made it difficult. When we did talk, it often ended in frustration. One fight, in particular, still echoed in my mind.
“Why can’t you just listen to me for once?” he’d snapped during our last call. His voice was sharp, cutting.
“I’m trying, Adam, but you don’t understand—”
“I understand plenty. You just don’t care enough to follow through,” he had interrupted, his tone laced with disappointment before hanging up.
The fight had left me drained. Tired of his shouting, I ignored his calls and messages for a few days. But as the days stretched on, I missed him—his touch, his voice, the way he’d melt under my hands when I held him. From the tension in his voice during our brief calls, I could tell he was stressed. I wanted to hug him, to remind him we were in this together. Despite the cracks forming, our relationship still felt new and intoxicating. We could read each other’s moods, understand one another without words.
In a moment of impulsive determination, I decided to fly to Italy to surprise him. I told my parents I was going for the exposition, not mentioning Adam. They weren’t thrilled about our relationship.
“He’s not good for you,” my mother had warned. “His business practices are... questionable.”
But I had brushed her off. I was in rebellion mode and blinded by love.
When I arrived, I discovered Adam was staying in the presidential suite of our hotel, which was heavily guarded. Sneaking into his room, as I had naively planned, was out of the question. So, I camped out in the lobby, determined to catch him off guard.
Hours passed, and then I saw her—Alice. She strode through the corridor with her usual confident air, followed by two imposing men whose scowls sent a chill down my spine.
“What is she doing here?” I muttered to myself. The last I’d heard, she was in London closing a deal.
Moments later, Adam appeared. He walked straight toward Alice, who leaned in to whisper something into his ear. He nodded, his expression unreadable. I clenched the magazine in my lap, my heart racing. Their interaction didn’t seem intimate, more businesslike, but suspicion still gnawed at me.
“Focus,” I told myself, trying to calm the storm of thoughts. But then, Ryan entered the scene.
Ryan. The man I had only seen a few times in Adam’s office, who responded to questions with little more than a grunt. Alice stiffened at the sight of him, her polished demeanor faltering for a split second before she regained composure.
A staff member approached Adam, leaning in to whisper something, but Adam cut him off with a curt, “Later,” before heading toward the door. Alice, Ryan, and their companions followed.
“What’s going on?” I whispered, watching them climb into a car. Curiosity burned through me, overriding caution.
I bolted to the reception desk. “I need a cab. Now.”
The receptionist gave me a skeptical look but made the call.
As the car pulled up, I quickly tracked Alice’s location through a shared app—one of the few things I could thank my paranoia for. “I'll give you the directions, drive fast,” I instructed the cab driver, my voice trembling with urgency.
The driver hesitated. “Are you sure, miss?”
“Just go. I’ll pay you triple,” I snapped.
We trailed them for hours, the bustling streets eventually giving way to a desolate forest. Unease prickled at the back of my neck. The driver glanced at me in the rearview mirror, his expression uneasy. “This doesn’t look safe. Are you sure this is where you want to go?”
I hesitated for a moment, doubt creeping in. “Yes. Just take me as close as you can.”
The location stopped at the entrance of a gated compound, guarded by stern-looking security personnel. My cab pulled over at a distance, and I stepped out.
“This is your stop,” the driver said, his voice tense. “Good luck, miss.”
I swallowed hard, my legs shaking as I approached the gate. I heard as the car swiftly turned on, and leave the scene. The engines sound slowly faded as my heartbeat started running a million miles per hour. My option to turn around becoming non existence. Every instinct screamed at me to turn back, to return to the safety of the hotel and call Adam. But my curiosity, now laced with fear, propelled me forward.
“Excuse me,” I said, my voice wavering as I addressed the guards.
Without saying a word, the guards opened the doors for me. My heart pounded as fear coiled in my chest, but my curiosity refused to let me back down. A guard followed me closely, occasionally murmuring directions. Adam must have known I’d followed him. That realization made me feel both relieved and terrified.
The guard led me to a decrepit warehouse after we had walked for fifteen minutes. The structure looked like it hadn’t been maintained in decades—rusted doors hung loosely on their hinges, and the entire place exuded decay. He gestured to the door. “Boss is waiting for you inside,” he muttered before stepping back.
I hesitated, my stomach churning. You can still turn back. Ask him to call you a cab and go back to the hotel. But instead, I took a deep breath, steeled myself, and pushed the door open.
The first thing I saw was my sister, Alice. Her terrified eyes met mine, wide and glassy. She struggled against Ryan, who clamped one hand over her mouth and the other around her waist, pinning her to him as she clawed at his arm. He leaned in, whispering something into her ear, his face a mask of sadistic pleasure.
“Alice!” I cried, taking a few steps inside, ready to rush toward her.
But then I saw it. The sight made the ground beneath me vanish. There were two people tied to a metal chair with chains and there were wires connecting the chair to an invertor. The people looked defeated and there face bashed up to the point you couldn’t recognize them. Seeing this my knees buckled, and I stared at Alice with confusion and disbelief. Her head dropped in defeat, her struggle ceasing. Ryan smirked at me, his expression devoid of sympathy, a twisted satisfaction glinting in his eyes.
My legs gave out, but before I hit the floor, two strong arms caught me.
“Easy now,” Adam murmured, scooping me up in his arms as if I weighed nothing. His face was calm, but his eyes—those deep, empty pools—offered no comfort. No warmth.
“Adam,” I whispered, barely able to form the words. “What… what’s happening?”
He didn’t answer. Instead, he carried me to an old wooden desk in the middle of the room and sat me down. He crouched in front of me, brushing my hair out of my face. “Look at me, sweetheart.”
But I couldn’t. I squeezed my eyes shut, the stench of blood and urine making me nauseous. Even Adam’s usual musky cologne couldn’t mask the scent of death lingering in the air.
“Open your eyes,” he ordered, his tone ice-cold his fingers rubbing over my cheeks .
I whimpered, shaking my head.
“Open them.” His voice thundered through the warehouse, echoing against the walls. My heart jolted, but I clenched my eyes even tighter.
Suddenly, his hand gripped my chin, forcing my face upward. He hovered close, his breath brushing against my ear. “I said, open your eyes. Look at them.”
“Please,” I whimpered, my voice trembling. “Adam, I don’t—”
His grip tightened, cutting me off. He reached for something on the table behind me and placed it in my hand—a gun. My breath hitched and my eyes shot wide open.
“Adam, no. No!” I stammered, my hands trembling as he guided them, aiming the weapon at a man tied to a chair.
The man began to scream, his voice desperate and hoarse. “Please! I’ll pay the money back! Just one more chance, I beg you!” Beside him, another person whimpered quietly, their shoulders shaking with fear.
I shook violently, trying to release the gun, but Adam’s grip on my hands was unrelenting.
“Stop this!” Alice screamed, finally breaking free from Ryan’s hold. She tried holding me in her arms, tears streaming down her face. “Adam, please! Don’t do this! She’s not like us. She doesn’t belong in this world!” Suddendly she was pulled back, i couldn’t feel her embrace any longer.
Her words barely registered. All I could feel was Adam’s overpowering presence as he leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear. “You’re mine, Bella. And it’s time you learned what that means.”
I let out a guttural scream, thrashing in his arms, but he tightened his hold effortlessly. Alice’s cries grew louder, but her words were lost in the chaos. Adam finally silenced me the only way he could—by crushing his lips against mine.
I gasped, my protests muffled as he kissed me roughly, biting and nibbling at my lips until they bled. His tongue invaded my mouth, and when I tried to bite down, his hand clamped around my neck, choking me until I was forced to gasp for air. He only pulled away when I began to fade, my breaths shallow and labored.
He leaned in close, his forehead pressed against mine as I struggled to focus. “Alice is taking you back to the hotel,” he said, his voice cold and commanding. “You will stay in my suite, in my bed, until I return. You will speak to no one but her. Do you understand?”
I shivered, unable to respond.
“You’re lucky,” he continued with a cruel laugh. “Alice convinced me you’re not ready. But one day, you’ll make your first kill. And it’ll be meaningful. Someone worthy of you. Not this trash.”
His words echoed in my ears as my vision blurred, and I fell into unconsciousness.
I later woke up in the car. Alice was beside me, and there were two people in the front. I was sleeping on Alice's lap when I groggily woke up. Suddenly, the memory of what had happened came crashing back to me.
I jolted upright, pulling away from Alice’s touch as though it burned me. “Don’t touch me!” I cried, shivering violently.
Alice tried to pull me into a hug. “Bells, I’m sorry you had to witness that,” she said softly, her voice breaking.
“No!” I shrieked, shaking my head and pressing myself against the door. “Don’t come near me!”
Alice sighed, motioning to the guards in front and then to her purse. She pointed beneath the seat and spoke gently. “Just rest. I’ll get some water for you.”
She asked the driver to stop the car, and they complied, pulling over to the side of the road. Both the driver and Alice got out, meanwhile the guard in the passenger seat stayed put.
As soon as she was out of the car, I reached beneath the seat, my fingers brushing against something hard and metallic. I pulled it out—a metal object.
The man in the passenger seat wasn't paying attention. Without hesitation, I swung the metal object at his head with all the strength I could muster. He groaned before slumping forward, unconscious.
My breaths came in rapid gasps as I grabbed Alice’s purse, heart pounding in my ears. I threw the car door open and ran as fast as I could. The cool night air burned my lungs, but I didn’t stop.
I ditched the phone in a nearby trash can and frantically hailed a cab. When one pulled over, I jumped in. “The airport,” I said, my voice trembling. “Please, just get me to the airport.”
The driver didn’t ask questions, and I leaned back in the seat, trying to steady my breathing. I took the first flight to the U.S.—Seattle. With an ocean and a continent between us, I prayed it would be enough to stay hidden. Luckily Alice had wads of cash in her purse, which could easily me get off the grid for a month or two.
Forget a month what was i thinking Adam found me in just five days. On the fifth day, he was waiting for me in the small apartment I had managed to rent. The moment I stepped inside, he drugged me and flew me back to his infamous mansion—the one I had only read about in the news.
The mansion was a hidden fortress, tucked deep within an unmarked forest. According to Alice, it was nearly impossible to locate on a map. If you didn’t know the exact route, you’d risk driving into the wilderness, only to disappear forever.
I remembered entering the place in a haze, my mind foggy from whatever he’d given me. All I knew was that I woke up locked inside that room—the red room.
***
“I hated that room,” I told Alice later, my voice low as I recalled the memory. “I think I was in there for a month. Maybe longer. Time blurred.”
Alice’s expression darkened. “He locked you in the red room?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
I nodded. “It was a place of pure torture. I swore to myself I’d never make him that mad again.”
***
Cut to the present. Exhaustion had finally caught up with me, and I didn’t even realize I had fallen asleep until Adam stopped the car abruptly, jolting me awake. I blinked, trying to orient myself. My heart raced as I looked around.
We weren’t at the penthouse basement. Instead, we were parked in a secluded area. On one side, there was a serene fountain bubbling softly. On the other, a grand entrance loomed—beautiful but intimidating.
Adam broke the silence. “Get over here,” he ordered, his voice calm yet commanding.
Before I could process his words, he leaned back in his seat and grabbed me by the waist, pulling me onto his lap.
“Adam, wait—” I barely managed to get the words out before the sound of fabric tearing filled the air. He’d ripped my skirt, leaving me gasping in fright.
My body tensed. “Adam!” I protested, my voice shaky, half from the shock of being so suddenly exposed and half from the fear he would push further.
He ignored me, his eyes dark with intent as they roamed over me. My lower half was completely bare now, and I could feel the cool air on my skin. The dress I was wearing was backless and could barely cover anything; I had to clutch the front of it tightly just to maintain some semblance of modesty.
“Look at me,” he said, his tone low but firm.
I hesitated, unsure if I could face him like this. But there was no escaping Adam—not here, not ever.
“You don’t listen,” he said, his voice a mix of irritation and something far darker. “When will you learn?” "Please let us go inside,- Aadam" I pleaded.
He muttered under his breath, "Shut up," in response to my outburst. His fingers delved into my core extracting a gasp from me, and removed the vibrator and raising it to my lips. "Lick," he demanded. I obliged, taking his fingers and the device into my mouth. His stern expression softened slightly as I licked them clean. He grunted in satisfaction and retrieved the vibrator and stowed it away.
Without hesitation, he unzipped his pants and thrust his erection deep inside me, eliciting a sharp moan of pain and pleasure making eyes roll back. While he leaned back, interlacing his fingers behind his head, and commanded, "Ride me, baby girl." I had no choice but to obey, bouncing up and down as his length stretched my tender, sore pussy. I'd lost count of the orgasms he'd denied me that day, and I prayed he wouldn't do it again tonight.
"So Bella wants to cum, huh?" he mused, reading my mind. I halted my movements, startled. "I can read you, sweetheart," he confirmed, his gaze intense. "You can cum, but only after I do. " he muttered while eying me like i was a piece of meat "And stop hiding your beautiful breasts. The faster you satisfy me, the sooner we can move on." He leaned forward, his voice low and dark, "Do your best to tempt me, because neither of us is leaving this car until I'm satisfied."
That was my cue to up the ante. The challenge was on, despite the disadvantage of being nearly naked in front of a fully clothed man. As he reclined on his seat letting his hands rest underneath his head as, I attempted to undress him, but he stopped me. "Un huh, No touching," he warned. I was on my own.
I began with slow, deliberate movements, coaxing his erection out of my pussy. I dry-humped him, the wetness between us building anticipation. He chuckled darkly,
"New rule, every time my dick leaves your sweet pussy, your ass gets a spanking with your favourite paddle. So that's one, baby girl."He chuckled darkly seeing feeble attempts to pleasure him. "Keep teasing, but I'll have the last laugh." He said in a low warning tone, his face didn’t have any reaction it was stern and cold, so was his body, but his eyes followed my every movement devouring me, eye raping me, while struggled to please him.
That was all the motivation I needed. I thrust onto his length, driving him deep within me. "Adammm" I moaned out his name but I meant business. I shed what was left of my top and began bouncing, my breasts jiggling enticingly. He couldn't take his eyes off them as I leaned into him, using his shoulders for support. I nuzzled his neck, my hips working overtime.
His cock found all the right spots, stretching my sensitive core. I was on the brink, just needing a little push. The silence in the area made me more aware of the only sounds of the slap of my ass against his thighs as I moved and our jagguered breathings. This turned me on even more "Are you cl..close?" I stammered, closing my eyes enjoying the pleasure in the pain.
"You are going great babygirl, move faster if you want to come" He said but laid there, enjoying the show, while I adjusted my angle to maximize the pleasure. I kissed his neck and whispered in his ear, making him moan. His cock slipped out, and I quickly pulled him back in. He muttered a "two," a warning that I ignored. I rode him faster, licking his ear as I went. He dick refused to stay in and it came a few more times, but I put in my tender pussy as fast as I could, hoping he hadn't noticed in all this pleasure.
Thankfully, he climaxed in me soon after, his eyes filled with lust as he watched me in control. I came shortly after, collapsing on his chest. Our cum mingled, dripping down my thighs. I was panting, unable to form words. Once I'd recovered from the high, he demanded I continue and was getting hard again in my vagina.
"Adam, please, I'm tired," I pleaded.
"Not today, go on Bella," he insisted.
I tried to move, but my body was exhausted and my pussy sore still with him hard and deep inside me. I looked at him, and he observed me, his hands relaxed behind his head. Enjoying my desperation. I knew I was on my own. I turned around and grabbed the vibrator. I turned it on and pressed it against the junction of our bodies. I began to bounce, overwhelmed by the combined sensations of his cock and the vibrations. I leaned back my body arched in process, my eyes going up in euphoria as i let out a loud moan as my hips moved involuntarily. Suddendly i heard the horn blaring as i pressed against it, but it didn't matter at the moment. I was wasy far gone at this time. I heard him moan, his erection hardening even more. I clenched around him, my eyes squeezed shut from the intensity. He soon climaxed, and I followed.
Exhausted, he pulled me to him making me lie against his chest, as we lay there, our breaths ragged. He l retrieved the vibrator, tasting the residue of our passion. He stowed it away and fixed his pants and open the car door. He carried me out of the car, my legs wrapped around his waist. He supported my weight, and I didn't protest as he carried me naked into the mansion.
I felt him place me on a chair and sat down kneeling in front of me.
My eyes were closed, and I was startled awake by the sensation of water thrown over me. Adam stood before me, a bottle of water in his hand. I looked around, shivering and trembling. He had brought me back to the dreaded red room.
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