Akmal laid his clothe napkin to the side and ran his tongue over his teeth. He stood taking me by my hand and leading me towards the dungeon. The sliding of the heavy duty lock into the hasp sent chills up my spine. He still hadn’t said anything as he began to undress me.
I stood nude as he led me to what I knew to be a St Andrews cross.
“I need to have you at my mercy beautiful lady. You have yet to be totally helpless to any man and being your first is so very delightful to me.”
It felt as if I were in a trance as I watched him secure my wrists and ankles, but when he ran a strap across my neck I realized just how helpless that I was. A single tear rolled down my face as I spoke, “I’m scared.”
He ran his tongue up my cheek capturing the tear.
“You have no need to be afraid my lady. I will never allow harm to come to you. You are mine and I will protect you with my life.”
I watched as he undressed and pulled the tie from his hair—giving him that wild look that I loved.
He dropped to his knees and cupped my ass as he began running his tongue up and down my slit. I began trying to move and gain more contact but I was exactly where he wanted me—powerless.
Akmal
I purposely toyed with her alternating contact and pressure on her sensitive clit. She began to try and move to gain more contact and my cock hardened when I knew that she realized just how much of a predicament that she was in.
Over and over I brought her to the point of climaxing until she was crying out to me, begging me for release.
I got up and made my way to my pants and came back over to her. I grabbed a handful of her hair pulling her into my face as far as the restraints would allow.
“You have something that belongs to me. Are you a thief? Answer me!”
“No, no I have never taken anything from you.”
“You have taken my heart you little thief. You consume my thoughts. Intrusively and with no mercy you captivate my every moment. I can’t even escape you in my sleep. What are you going to give me in return? I jerked at her hair and viciously growled, “Answer me thief!”
“I don’t know what to say,” she sobbed.
I crashed my lips down on her mouth. There was nothing romantic about it—only animalistic.
“Seeing you in distress makes my cock hard.”
I unhooked her and carried her to the bed pulling her down by her ankles. I grabbed her arm and raised her in a seated position. I watched her eyes as I placed a five carat canary yellow diamond on her ring finger.
“You better not take it off!” I took one finger and poked it into her chest pushing her back into her laying position on the bed. I jerked her ankles placing her legs over my shoulders. Pushing into her took me where I needed to be—home. I slowly made love to her as I ran my finger over her clit just to watch her cum—I loved watching my Leila cum.
I took her back to my bed that night and though she said nothing, watching her play with the diamond on her finger and look at it at every angle of the light—told me all that I needed to know—Leila was mine…
Chapter Nineteen
I made my way into the kitchen to get coffee and once again Sahir was in the kitchen with Farah. I had forgotten about the ring that Akmal had placed on my finger but Farah immediately noticed it. I watched as a smile lit her face up and for some odd reason I was glad that she approved.
Sahir stared from the time that I entered until the time that I left and it made me grateful for the long sun dress that I wore. There was something about Sahir that seemed sneaky—in a dangerous and deceptive way. I didn’t like him—to come into another man’s house and leer over his fiancé was just rude—on so many levels. My insides warmed at the thought of being Akmal’s fiancé. Though I had no intentions of marrying him, it was still flattering to know that a man who had access to a harem only had eyes for me.
Maybe Akmal was right. I made up my mind to utilize the servant that he had given me access to. It occurred to me that Akmal may know something about Sahir that I didn’t. Trying to get any information about Akmal was impossible. He was still very secretive about what he did for a living. Was he being secretive because he was doing something illegal, or because he was trying to protect me?
I sat down to begin research on just what it would take to write a book. My e-mail was flooded with messages from Danny demanding me to let him know when I was returning to work. The problem was that I had no desire to go back to the states. As much as I tried to convince myself that I wasn’t ready for the rat race yet—I knew that a part of me wasn’t ready to leave the safety that was Akmal. I also knew that just the thought of being away from him caused a wrenching in my chest that physically hurt. I wasn’t the only thief—Akmal had stolen a part of me too.
Chapter Twenty
I made my way into Leila’s room, we needed to talk. I sat and eyed her for a moment trying to find an easy way to tell her what I needed to tell her. There was no easy way so I just said it.
“Your kidnapping has gotten international attention and not in what I consider to be a positive way. We have gathered Intel that reveals that another kidnapping is being planned.”
“Kidnapping me? Why, Akmal?”
“You are a celebrity and there is a terrorist group that wants prisoners set free. They plan on using you as leverage. I don’t like this one bit.”
“Will it help the military? Will it get some of our POW’s released?”
“Yes Leila, but at the cost of your life?”
“The soldiers lay their lives down for us on a daily basis.”
“I understand your allegiance to your country, but you are not a soldier.”
“That isn’t the point—I know what it is to be imprisoned against my will and I was treated well after you found me. These soldiers are being tortured. How can I live with myself knowing that I could have helped them and didn’t?”
Akmal shook his head, “I’m not in agreement to this, but I’m also not going to stand in your way—only because it concerns American troops.”
Akmal wasted no time setting up the briefing. I assume that he wanted to just get it over with and I did too. All of this drama over Danny’s greed—he was so fired. I just wanted to wring his neck. I could only hope that something good would come of this and that American soldiers would be freed. If that happened, it would make all of the torment that I had been through worth it.
Lady
I listened intently to the agent from the FBI legal attaches offices.
“Don’t be a hero! Your fiancé has already informed me that you are a fighter by nature. Now is not the time to be a fighter—be a victim. These people are killers and they die for what they believe in. Our plan is to get you and those soldiers being held hostage out alive.
There is one more thing—we need to place a tracking device in you. A wire is only a deterrent—the tracking device insures that we don’t lose you or those soldiers.”
I winced as a type of gun was used and a device was shot into my right shoulder. They had decided that my hair would cover it and that it would be safer than in my arm.
Akmal broke the tension when he spoke. “I have every intention of using that device to my benefit when this is all over.”
“You’re such a stalker, Akmal.”
“When it comes to you I am.”
The agent chuckled, “I think that anyone is in our line of business.”
I saw this as an opportunity to get some answers, “And what line of work would that be?”
“Akmal said that you were sneaky. You should work out quite well on this assignment. I’m sure that he will tell you when he is ready for you to know.”
Damn it! I thought for sure that would work.
Chapter Twenty One
You know that feeling when you wake up from heavy sleep and you’re incoherent? Well that is exactly what happened. I could hear screams and the last thing that I saw as I was hoisted up over a man’s shoulders to be carried away wa
s a gun being pointed to Akmal’s head.
I screamed “No!” as my fists attempted beating the man who was carrying me—but it was useless—his size and his single minded tenacity made escape impossible. I may as well have been beating the air.
I was thrown carelessly into a cargo van and bagged and tagged; literally. I was cuffed with zip ties and a dark hood was thrown over my head. Any sense of direction was gone in a matter of seconds, now there was only confusion, disorientation, and fear. I felt the pinch of a needle and I knew from previous experience that the effect of the drugs would soon take over. Part of me was glad but part of me resented my cognition being altered against my will. In a matter of moments I was asleep.
I jerked at the chain screaming until my voice went hoarse. When the door opened I suddenly wished that I hadn’t drawn unnecessary attention to myself. I still couldn’t see whom I was dealing with and the overwhelming sense of claustrophobia was making me feel sick. That mixed with the fear of puking into the bag that had been placed over my head was beginning to freak me out.
My captor reached down taking my ring finger and lifting it. I tried to jerk it back; knowing what was coming but he squeezed so hard that I thought he would break my hand. He slid the ring from my finger.
The sound of a knife being flipped open immobilized me with fear. I could hear the sounds of him cutting my clothes away.
Oh God, please don’t let me get raped.
Trying to cover my nude body with one arm while being chained wasn’t easy but the bastards had left my legs free and I kicked my captor so viciously that the knife went flying and I assumed that he did too.
“You stupid fucking cunt!”
Akmal?
He ripped the hood from my head viciously grabbing a handful of hair and jerking so hard that I screamed out.
“Why are you doing this?”
“Because I want my brothers released from prison!”
It was true—Akmal was a terrorist…
I cried like a baby into the night until I finally exhausted myself and fell into troubled sleep. Once again I had trusted someone and it had gotten me nowhere.
Chapter Twenty Two
“Get up! Remember what I told you? You’re not in Kansas anymore.”
“It’s all lies! Everything that you said is lies. Fuck you Akmal. I have forgotten any of your meaningless words and you can keep your fucking ring too.”
That sounded stupid.
His combat boot kicked sharply into my ribs and I screamed out rolling on the concrete just to try and stop the searing pain.
“I think you broke something,” I sobbed uncontrollably.
He bent down beside me and ran the pad of his thumb over a tear capturing it and sucking it off of his finger as he coldly eyed me. “Your tears and your pain make my cock hard.”
He brutally plunged his middle finger into me as he spoke. “You are my fucking property now and how you act is going to determine whether you live or die, because I simply don’t care.”
“Why Akmal, why did you act like you loved me?”
“You are—and were—nothing but a means to an end.”
His words cut me to the core. He could have beaten me half to death and it wouldn’t have hurt as badly as his statement of me being nothing more than a means to an end did. How could I have been so stupid? I dragged myself over to the cell toilet and peed—doing my best to hide my nudity with my bruised torso.
I was going to have to come up with a plan of escape because at this point there would be no knight in shining armor for me. Ironically enough, as many people as I had helped in my lifetime there was no one to be found when I needed someone. I truly was nothing more than a means to an end. I can’t remember ever feeling so alone and powerless. Already the seclusion of this cell was getting to my psyche and I hadn’t even been here for 24 hours.
I grabbed a loose piece of concrete and scratched a line into the wall to start marking my days in captivity. I was surprised that simple act gave me a sense of control. Right now I had to maintain some sense of clarity through all of this chaos and this web of lies.
Akmal
Akmal’s knife pressed against the juggler of Sahir. His voice sounded like that of a feral animal. “Stay the fuck away from my property! If one of you idiots goes near her I’ll slice your throat and watch you bleed out for the fun of it.” He laughed before making his next statement. “Perhaps the dogs would enjoy eating your flesh. I’m certain that your families would never live down the humiliation of that scenario.” Akmal’s eyes coldly searched the room as he made one last statement. “That goes for any of you.”
There would be no molesting of Akmal’s slave—she was property—Akmal’s property.
He grabbed the tray and made his way to the cell that housed his prisoner. His boot kicked the door open and he rested the tray on his knee to once again secure the lock.
“You need to eat,” he stated, sliding the tray in her direction. He moved just in time to avoid flying food and being hit upside the head with a tray.
Lady
I screamed as he savagely grabbed me shaking me while straddling my nude form.
“I told you who I was and you didn’t listen. Seeing you like this makes my cock hard—I’m a fucking monster and you had full disclosure.”
His fingers pinched and pulled at a nipple and I hated myself for the juices that immediately began to pool between my thighs. As if reading my mind his evil laugh rang throughout the cell. His fingers trailed down swiping over my slit and bringing back the evidence against me.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” I spit in his direction.
He carelessly flipped me over pinning me on all fours with one of his arms wrapped around my mid-section as he struggled to free his cock from his pants. I cried out as he slammed into me with aggression.
“That sweet American pussy of yours is mine to take whenever I see fit. Oh your body responds to me—whether you approve or not. It must be humiliating to crave a man that uses you, lies to you, and holds you captive.”
His finger raked over my swollen clit. “Cum for me you entitled little bitch.” As if on command my body betrayed me to a man that I now hated.
The tray crashed against the wall by my body that now lay in a heap racked with sobs of regret and anger. Akmal viciously threw it as he exited. Why weren’t the agents who had briefed me coming to rescue me? Had that been a lie too? Once again I cried myself to sleep on a cold concrete floor.
Chapter Twenty Three
Agent Reynolds paced as he spoke to the room full of men that he was briefing. “We have a woman who is being subjected to hell on earth and you guys are taking your time getting her out of there. This was not the agreement. Though I’m pleased that her sorry ass manager has been jailed for kidnapping her the first time, I’m not pleased that she has been held hostage for the last 48 hours by a band of terrorists. Make the fucking trade off and get the girl out of there!”
“We’re working on it.” One of the agents boldly spoke up.
“Then work faster before the poor girl is traumatized—or worse yet killed.”
Agents only shook their heads to signify agreement. Right now nobody wanted to cross their pissed off boss.
Lady
My body was racked with chills as I laid in a fetal position on the floor. I heard the door open and didn’t have the strength to even turn and investigate who was entering. I couldn’t remember ever being so sick. My body felt like it was experiencing the worst flu that I had ever been subjected to.
I couldn’t imagine having the flu in this climate. I could only guess that the mixture of sweltering heat in the day and brisk cool temperatures in the evening had caused me to get sick. Throw in the fact that my body was dehydrated and I hadn’t been eating and it was the perfect storm.
I could hear a man setting up a camera and I folded my arms around my knees in an attempt to hide my nude body.
I chuckled as I thought about how much the paparaz
zi were going to love this. Not that I cared—but if I survived this kidnapping I was going to be an even bigger star. And that was just the thing that I didn’t want to happen. It didn’t matter anymore because my life and times where no longer in my hands—they were in the hands of my captor.
Akmal had gained the things that he coveted most: me and control over me. It didn’t matter that he now possessed me, it didn’t matter that he had gained control, it didn’t matter that I was his slave, what mattered was that I would never relinquish my heart to him. I knew that as sick as it was—that I had bonded with a monster. I could lie to myself from now until forever but it didn’t change that fact. Something about the obsession that Akmal held towards me pulled me into his web. I have never believed in falling in love but I have always believed in obsession. Whether I liked it or not, I likened love and obsession as being one in the same. In his own fucked up way—Akmal loved me…
Akmal
I held her trembling body in my arms against my bare chest with a blanket over her. I didn’t need for her to hate me right now, because I hated myself enough for the both of us.
I had only agreed to this because I had believed that she would be safer if I were here to watch her. Now the reality set in that she could die believing that I had betrayed her. I didn’t see how she could ever forgive me for doing this and I knew that I would never forgive myself.
Where were those agents that were supposed to be tracking her every move? This was going into a 72 hour kidnapping and it wasn’t supposed to last 24 hours. I would give them one more day and if they weren’t here by then, I would do what I did best—I would take control of the situation.
She had no access to a Dr. here and I’d be damned if I was going to let her die of pneumonia. I smoothed her hair as another fit of coughing hit her weakened body. Every cough that escaped her now blue tinted lips racked my body with pain. I literally felt like someone was squeezing my heart from my chest. It was true—I was nothing more than a monster and I destroyed everything that I touched. I would never forgive myself if I ended up being the demise of the only woman that I had ever loved. My hair fell down around my face as I leaned down and whispered in her ear, “I’m so sorry Leila—so very sorry…
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