SINNERS - 6

The pounding in my skull made a chuckle slip through my lips from the ache creeping into my brain, the discomfort in my muscles made a smile form on my lips, has been a long time since I felt this. My body felt stiff, like each crack of my knuckles would cause my body to unwind.

When I tried to move my hands, I felt the restraint tugging my arms back into place. Trying to move my feet had the same effect, when I adjusted my vision I could vaguely make out the outline of white rope and cable ties. They bound my body, wrists and feet with a slight sting forming each time I tugged on them.

These people where experts and I felt this moment exhilarating, not knowing the outcome of being bound in this dark room that didn’t harbour any scent.

Adjusting my eyesight to analyse my surroundings, the only thing that would flash before me is Darkness with multiple dots that corrupted my mind, needless to say I couldn’t decipher where I am. Although, the blistering heat that coated my skin made me think it is a place with a heater.

A chuckle escaped my chapped lips, my throat harbouring the effects of sand since nothing moistened it.

‘This is going to be fun!’

When I said that, the sound of expensive shoes colliding with tiles echoed throughout the supposed room. It sounded like multiple people were heading this way, which caused a grim expression upon my face to meet the animals who think they can mess with me. My silent prayers were heard since the sound of a lock being turned rang through my ears. I stared at nothing but completely awaiting the Bastard.

Within seconds someone entered the room and flicked a switch, the harsh rays completely blinding my field of vision.

Dropping my head down, I blinked rapidly to adjust. The vague colour of porcelain registering in my brain as the dots vanished, my pedicured feet were resting upon white tiles. Lifting my head up, I realised the entire room is dressed in the frosty colour along with squares to add texture. The colour nauseated me, it reflected the innocent and I craved something more tainted. In front of me, a metal table that separated me from my kidnapper. On the wall opposite me rested a gigantic rectangular mirror, but the detail of it made me realize it is a see - through glass but only someone could see me and I couldn’t see them back. I stared at my dishevelled ebony waves, forest green orbs that complemented my wicked grin and to my surprise the dress still intact.

After much analysis, I finally turned to my captor. In a dashing midnight blue slacks, white dress shirt that had the first few buttons opened which revealed his muscular chest which glistened against his tan skin.

The biceps that bulged through the shirt made me believe that It would tear within seconds of any movement . His stunning demeanour and posture reminded me of one man, the powerful man with broad shoulders and features that would bring me to my knees.

When I finally stopped my gaze at his face, I took in the dark chocolate beard that I desperately craved against every inch of my skin, those rosy succulent lips and intoxicating eyes. God, they physically were imprinted into my brain ever since I met him, like he bewitched me to never forget them. Ocean blue eyes that drew you down to the depths with chunks of green splashed around, almost like you would find treasure within them.

It magnified the molecules in my body, intrigued me to the point that I wanted to dive face first into hell. The amount of authority, power and danger that devoured you in one look made me ‘excited’ in an instant. An unquenchable thirst as I stared into the Soul of the Devil.

He screamed dominance, the aura surrounding him automatically made you want to bow and beg for mercy. But I didn’t feel that terror, all I felt is excitement for his presence to destroy me.

‘Done eye violating me Baby,’ his famous mischievous grin forming as his Russian accent slipped.

Raising my eyebrow at him, that accent instantly caused my underwear to dampen.

‘Well, I still need a few more minutes,’ I sarcastically replied.

A grin moulded its way onto his lips as he took a seat on the chair opposite me, his coffee waves confusing me but creating the appeal of a man not to be messed with, but I wanted to ‘Bang’ him.

‘Quite an unusual Girl’, he whispered, studying my features with a devilish grin on his face as he leant back into the chair.

‘Oh, if you continue in that accent, I might just break out of these ties to ravish you,’ I smirked, indulging in a fantasy of listening to that course accent moaning.

A chuckle escaped his lips, ‘ I might just have my way with you in those ties.’

‘Some kinky action. I like you already!’ I replied, happily licking my lips which had been smeared with my cherry lipstick.

It took him a moment before his features shifted to the monster I truly desired, a cold stare that sent shivers of pleasure down my spine.

‘You did well on the job that I wanted you to do,’ he praised.

‘Thanks, I guess. A job is a job!’ I shrugged.

Then he stood up from his chair, walking towards me and I could feel that frantic beat in my heart. That thrill of the unexpected during a kill, a sensational feeling of hunger. His body leaned against the table, no doubt his perky butt resting on the metal while he tapped his fingers against the edges.

‘What surprised me is the number of things you did before you killed him.’ He smirked.

‘Well, I like to have fun and you said to kill him, you didn’t specify how so I thought I would take my time,’ I added.

I could see an unreadable expression upon his face, almost like he became satisfied or fascinated.

‘Indeed, you did, chopping off his nipples. A woman not to be played with.’

‘Would have done more damage if the phone didn’t download the data fast.’ I snorted, annoyed at my plans being cut short.

‘No doubt that you wouldn’t,’ his features amused by my actions.

‘So, I did your job. Why did you kidnap me?’ I snapped.

‘Oh, cause the job is done,’ his deep voice chuckled, almost like my question seemed idiotic to him.

‘Last time I checked, doing my job doesn’t get me kidnapped,’ my taut voice replied.

‘Darling, I told you once the job is done, I would give you what you most desired,’ he smugly added.

Rolling my eyes at his idiotic answer, ‘I am pretty sure I didn’t desire to be kidnapped.’

‘Silly Girl, your life is about to change,’ his smoky voice whispered against my ear.

I furrowed my eyebrows, in many instances I could predict the outcome of the situation. But with him, all I saw is destruction to no end.

‘Elaborate,’ I sternly commanded.

‘What you did in that hotel, exceeded my expectations of your capabilities. Therefore, it has proved my theory that you are exactly what I am looking for,’ a sinister expression upon his face.

‘And what are you looking for?’ I asked.

He brushed off my question before explaining to me my awaited fate. ‘In all due time things will be revealed, but for now there is another phase that you must go through.’

‘What is this phase for?’

‘To see if you are worthy,’ he flatly stated.

‘Worthy of what?’ I asked.

‘Becoming my Weapon!!’