by Anna Collins
I did a good thing by informing Robert about the illegal den of Joe Hudson. Being the hard nut he was, Robert Hudson would soon find out about the deception of his uncle and he also may outst that old hag from his property and...
"Watch it, girl, you were about to hit my car" yelled a guy who was driving past me.
"Hey, don't yell at me, you idiot; you are the one driving in the wrong way" I yelled back fiercely.
He drove away; stud! Was trying to show his manpower on a girl driver. I too went off with high speed.
I parked near a roadside shop. It was 10 pm and I had been driving for more than two hours. I was very hungry and too tired of driving. Sill I had a long way to go. Man! I should have just asked Robert to pick me up. I thought sadly and tried to reach for my phone.
The phone slapped me hard by shutting down at my slightest touch, hmm this was bound to happen when you don't charge the poor thing for days.
Frowning and cursing myself I stepped onto the road to find some edibles to much on. Thankfully I was carrying my wallet.
I picked out some chips and a bottle of soda for the go. The shopkeeper was being extra nice to me, it took me a while to find out that the man who was almost old enough to be my father was actually trying to flirt with me. He handed me the items that I had just bought, he also slipped a paper into the bag which had his number on it. Whoa! Just look at his audacity, he was expecting that I will take the number and will call him?
I shook my head at that pathetic guy "thank you, uncle" I said while paying for my items. Then took out the piece of paper with his number on it and bent down to wipe my shoes with it. "Take it" I whispered to myself while my face had an I-have-killed-you-in-my-mind.
I placed the packets in the passenger seat and was about to get inside the car, when I noticed that a well-dressed man was arguing with someone, well nor someone she looked like a lady; I could tell that because of her shiny long hair. She was dressed in shiny black... Jeez! She was wearing a cloak, the same ones that I had seen in that dirty storeroom.
The scene immediately attracted my attention and I became curious to hear their conversation. They were standing on the footpath and it looked like the woman was scolding the guy. On taking a few steps ahead, I could make out the face of the guy, Shit! What was Joe doing with this lady? Was this Caroline? No! I had seen the photos of Caroline in Liam's bedroom, Caroline's hair was short and golden in color, unlike this lady.
A playful smirk appeared on my face, Ah! This is turning out to be such a fun game. I was almost sure that this woman was Joe Hudson's girlfriend. Affair? That too at this age when he could barely walk? This man had some guts, I thought.
Shit, now he was turning to get in his car. Fearing that he might spot me, I bent down and got inside Kate's car. As the woman got inside his car, Joe Hudson drove off.
All my tiredness had gone, and my hands were itching to follow Joe Hudson and collect some proofs of his secret love affair. I rubbed my hands in excitement and started following his white car discreetly.
After driving for about 15 minutes the car stopped near an old bungalow. This man had something with old things, first that old building and now this one. Mighty old man! I cursed underneath my breath.
While keeping my eye on them, I saw the woman getting out of the car. At first, I thought that he had just come to drop her off but my I was proven wrong immediately when I saw his car standing still right there. Maybe he was waiting for her, I thought.
She almost came out instantly, carrying a shiny silver box along with her. The box was lighting up the whole dark environment. Why do they always went to places where there was a lack of light? Crazy people.
The surrounding was unusually calm and thankfully I had stopped the car engine that's why I could hear them speak "We must come back soon; the doors are unlocked" said Joe Hudson.
"You have nothing to worry, no one will ever dare to come here," she said confidently. Her voice was too heavy and made my heart beat faster. I inhaled deeply and asked myself to stay calm.
Soon they drove away, giving me the implied invitation to go inside the bungalow and seek some proofs to frame Joe Hudson. "Yippee. Joe Hudson, you will be a dead man in no time" I uttered.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Freya
Surrounded by the layers of white smoke, the place looked almost like a dream to me. The creaked stone walls reminded me of the old haunted Castle of count Dracula. The only difference was that I was not Jonathan Harker. I shook away those fictional thoughts and tried to concentrate on the piece of reality that was standing right in front of me.
There was no well-constructed gate, just a pair of wooden barriers with beautifully decorated black rose bushes on them. Thanks to my carelessness, as I tried to push the barriers a thorn from the rose got inside my index finger, causing some drops of blood to smear over there. Clumsy me! I rebuked myself and making sure that that my behind and forward paths were clear I stepped inside the property.
A gust of hot air hit my face as I put my first step in the lawn area of that old bungalow. The alarming loud sound of howling and grunting of dogs almost made me jump. "Hold on Freya, it's just the dogs," I said to myself. There was something about the place, I didn't know why, but I just could feel that nothing good could ever come out of here. Whatever! It was not like I was planning to stay there forever, I just needed to get some proofs, more accurately some lovey dobey pictures of Joe Hudson and his girlfriend to defame him in front of his son and nephew. I was such a bad girl, every now and then I found myself in a quest to unveil someone's secret. I laughed and stepped ahead, hoping that God's precious angels were around me for my protection. I knew the logic was childish, and had no real base, but it did the trick for me.
Moonlight was my only ray of light in that wretched niche where I had dared to step in. In between the grassy land, there was a small lane, made with sand and red bricks. I walked down there only to reach the front door of the, what should I call it, house?
I was shocked, even a bit of terrified when I pulled the heavy iron-clad entrance door. Instead of furniture like a sofa, table, chairs etc. The big hall room was filled with hundreds, no, no there were about thousands of black candles lined up on the floor.
My jaw fell open, and I reached to a conclusion that the woman was super creepy. How could someone live in a sleazy place like that?
The three inch long black candles were lined up around a hand drawn a hexagon. Surrounding the circle there were several crystal bottles with some red liquid in them. What were they? Cocktails? I had never seen a weird way to store drinks.
Shaking my head, and getting out from the yellow aura of flames, I looked around to find some photos. I could not go away like this, I just needed a single photo. God! Where are you? Help me nah. I prayed.
My prayers did not remain unanswered. Near the wooden staircase, my eyes got the sight of some picture frames. But I could not make out the contents of the frames because of the lack of light. I hurried around to find the switchboard and by pressing here and there I was finally able to turn on the spotlight above the frames.
What the hell was that? There were four frames in there, three little ones and one extra big one. The little ones were empty, there were no pictures in them. Arghhh! I clenched my teeth in anger but the big frame gave me a ray of hope. It had something in it, I guessed it was a hand drawn painting but the layers of heavy dust on it made it impossible to make out the characters of the painting.
I was too frustrated and desperate too, so I began to wipe out the dust particles with my own hands. Soon the painting was clear and I could see it properly.
On taking a deeper look, the painting gave me the creeps. It was extremely horrifying, spine-chilling, bloodcurdling and all the other synonyms of the word scary.
Why would someone hang something like that in their house?
In the painting, there was a red dragon which looked nothing less than a devil, it was shown to be depicted in hideous glory
. It was in a human form and was naked as it stood over a seven-headed beast of the sea.
Ewww! I shut my eyes tightly at the sight. But the sparkling red eye of the dragon/devil allured me to look again into his eyes. His eyes were so unusual so.... Soon after I eyed the red eye of the Satan it started to bleed, emitting red drops of blood which were actually pouring out from the painting.
After witnessing that sight I could no longer stand there. Pressing my hand on my mouth, I began running out of that creepy place as fast as my legs would allow.
Chapter Thirty
Robert
"The codes are matching. Officer, I can ensure that these are the missing packages from my warehouse" I informed.
"Case solved. These are the thieves who had been stealing from you. But they can't be the only ones, I suspect an insider is involved too" informed the investigating officer Steve Blackwell as the junior officers handcuffed and arrested the two miscreants.
"I also think the same" I added.
"My officers informed that three of the men ran away by hearing the police siren and these two couldn't as someone has smeared a generous amount of pepper spray on their eyes, it has affected their eyesight. They confessed, and also added that a young girl had done this to them" informed Mr. Blackwell.
"Sir, we just got an information from the headquarters. Apparently, these people had also held Mr. Ben Wyatt in their captive and a girl named Freya Hudson saved him" said a junior officer.
Mr. Blackwell sighed "mystery girl is found then. Freya Hudson? Is she related to you?" he asked.
I pursed my lips, trying to suppress a smile "yes, I... know her. She was the one to call and inform me about all this."
"Such a brave girl" Mr. Blackwell marveled.
She surely was but where was my brave girl? Had she landed in some kind of trouble? I needed to find her ASAP.
"I think you have got it covered, so excuse me" I uttered and walked away. Mr. Blackwell said something on my back which I didn't care to listen.
Switched off? Really? Was she planning to give me a heart attack? Then I thought about checking her place. I had just reached in front of the building when a silver car stopped ahead of me. At the first instance, I was really mad at the person for blocking my way, but my anger cooled down instantly at the sight of Freya.
I quickly rushed to her. She was startled at my unannounced sight. "Freya, where have you been?" I asked. She didn't reply and looked away. I wondered what was going on in that tangled head.
Freya, leaned her body on the car "Robert, have you ever seen something that literally made you numb?" her words came out slowly and her eyes were wide open.
I held her by her shoulders, making her look into my eyes. Capturing her eyes with mine, I spoke "yes, I have. It's you. You are the one who makes me numb and I could do nothing else but to want you and long for you" I said calmly.
Her frozen face now showed a hint of a smile and maybe she was about to hug me but we were interrupted.
"Sir, mam, please move your cars. You are blocking the way" the security guard requested.
"Hmm as you can see, there is a lot of disturbance here. So, sit in the car and let's go home" I said, still holding her by the shoulders.
"But...I am home" she replied in a confused tone.
"I bet Mr. Ben Wyatt would not consider this to be your home, Mrs. Freya Robert Hudson" I winked.
Her cheeks turned red as I uttered that name.
Without giving her the chance to say anything, I picked her up romantically in my arms and headed for my car. The security guard was also blushing and smiling heavily as he helped me in opening the car door and he also volunteered to park the other car at its rightful place. I tipped him well.
"How could you take such a dangerous step all by yourself? That place could be deadly, Freya. The goons, they could have...I don't know what to say" I blurted out angrily while dressing Freya's wounds and she sat on my bed silently, pouting heavily.
"You could have at least taken me with you" this time, my voice was a bit softer.
She jerked my hand and stood up "how could I have taken you with me? And what would I have told you? Robert, come with me to this place because I got this vision from this mysterious ring that had mysteriously popped out of my jacket?" she yelled with frustration.
Then she took a few deep breaths and continued again "you would have thought that this girl has gone insane. And I could not afford that. From the past few days, my life has wrapped itself into a tangle and I don't know how to deal with this" she began weeping by burying her face in her hands.
My heart sank to see her like that and I reached to her, carefully tucking her face on my chest. "Freya, you are not mad. You can never be and I will believe anything you say, anything. You are such a brave and smart girl.I am so proud of you Now stop crying, please" I softly urged.
She clutched her hand on my waist and slowly looked at me. I cupped her flushed face, gently removing the tears away with my fingers "you will believe anything that I will say?" she asked, now sniffing.
I nodded and whispered "anything".
She smiled and hugged me tightly. I hugged her back.
"Now promise me, you will never step in those dangerous places again" I demanded.
She nodded and I could not stop myself from reaching out and kissing on top of her head. She closed her eyes as I went down to kiss her eyelids, her nose, her cheeks. She sighed and gripped my waist more tightly. Her moist lips were quivering with anticipation.
"Freya, I know I have been bad to you. But now I want to be good. I want you to desire me as much as I do" I whispered on her lips. She swallowed but did not say anything.
After few brief moments of silence, "I feel dirty and sweaty. Can I use your shower?" she asked.
"Sure. You don't have to ask for it.I will get the towels" I said.
Then another naughty thought crossed my mind and I bit my lower lip, trying to mimic Freya "mind if I join you?" I asked trying to sound sexy and seductive.
She turned away, maybe she was feeling shy. Maybe I shouldn't have asked her this.
But then to my surprise, she turned to me and nodded her head in yes.
It didn't take long to start the water and get it nice and steamy. I was standing behind her, as the water splashed onto her front. I found some shower gel nearby and rubbed my hands together to lather up some suds. Then I reached around her and began kneading her breasts with my hands. I just tugged on her nipples, lifted her breasts up off her torso a little, and then kept rubbing my palms against her tits as I burried my fingers deeper into her fleshy mounds. She threw her head back, and wet strands of black hair were sticking to my chest. I looked down at her, and her eyes were closed and she had a big grin on her face. I continued massaging her damp chest, glistening with soap, and she softly moaned several times. "Try putting your hands behind me," I whispered to her.
She did so obediently and her tits jutted out even further. I grasped her erect nipples between my fingers and rubbed them. Every so often I would squeeze a little hard, and she would open her mouth and gasp, but she didn't protest.
After a while, I had rubbed soap all over her and my hands were now sliding all over her breasts. Damn, it was difficult to grab a hold of her tits. Goddamnit, her nipples keep sliding through my fingers every time I grab them. I had to pinch them really hard in order to keep those erect nipples in my fingers. Hey, she was actually moaning a little louder by now.
I decided to pull her tits apart and then plunge both of my hands deep into her cleavage and rub the tender skin on her inner breasts. Ooh, I think she liked that. She was gasping as I dug my fingers into her skin, and I felt her fingers dig into my back. "You can do anything you like" she said in an almost trance-like manner. As the shower continued shooting water all over her chest and running down the front of her body, I kept my left hand kneading her nipples as I slid my right hand between her cleavage, down her flat stomach and inserted two fingers into her drenching wet
vagina.
Chapter Thirty-One
Freya
Chills went down to my spine, goose bumps rose across my body. Robert's hand was pressed against my cheek. His eyes were showing so many emotions of gentleness that I found myself dissolving in its purity. Today his eyes were not showing shades of lust, neither they were showing hints of want or control; it just showed a very pure emotion, an emotion that my heart could feel directly but mind was unable to understand. It was unknown yet so known. Lightly he brushed my wavy locks of hair away from my face, looked deep into my eyes, and then pulled me into a nurturing kiss.
"Freya, you are the most intoxicating woman I have ever seen," he crooned, his voice deeper and huskier. No one had ever told me something like that, his words made me feel so special. His fingers slid along the hem of the towel that I had just used to wipe myself off and had wrapped around my naked body. I saw his lip quiver as he tugged at it. I slowly let go and he pulled the towel off me. I was gasping for air, while his eyes had the most innocent look ever. I was naked in front of him and the thought made me feel so shy, I wanted to hide, Oh God!
Robert's breath quickened and he reached out his hand to press up against my ribs. Now his thumb was tracing under my breast and up to my nipple. "God, you're so stunning," he groaned, his teeth clenched. I bit my lip and started to sense his tension. He took both his hands and ran them up and down my sides; slowly his thumbs were tracing the curve of my breasts every time he brought his hands up. Then he grabbed my hips and threw me back onto the bed. He took his belt off licking his lips and walking towards me. My stomach clenched with excitement as he crawled on top of me and pulled my arms up to the iron frame of the headboard. He fastened my hands together and secured them to the rods with his belt. "What are you going to do?" I asked swallowing hard.
