In a vast, antiquated room, four robust men stood before a captivating captive.
The girl, bound by sturdy ropes, exuded an untamed beauty.
Her raven hair cascaded down, framing her delicate face.
A bandage sealed her lips, and her downtrodden gaze only hinted at the allure beneath.
Unlike the waif-like women often sought after, this girl embodied a distinct, voluptuous charm.
Even in captivity, her allure was undeniable.
The four men, their faces rugged and weathered, eyed the captive girl with a mixture of curiosity and lust. One of them, a burly man with a thick beard, took a step forward, his hand reaching out to brush aside a stray lock of her raven hair.
The girl's eyes flashed with a hint of defiance, despite the bandage that silenced her. Her gaze darted between the men, as if sizing them up, searching for a weakness to exploit.
Another man, leaner and taller than the others, spoke up, his voice low and gravelly. "She's a feisty one, ain't she?" He chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I like that."
The girl's gaze snapped towards the speaker, her eyes narrowing slightly. A spark of intelligence flickered within them, and for a moment, it seemed as though she might speak, despite the bandage that gagged her...
He removed the bandage with force, causing the poor girl to wimp. He traced her face with his rough, strong and earthy hands and God knew Becca felt like the ground should open up and swallow her, but she had a more feisty gaze as she seized the opportunity to bite him when his hand grazed her lips, earning her a slap that she sure could send her to the Lord.
Becca's head snapped to the side, her cheek stinging from the force of the slap. She tasted blood on her lips, and her eyes watered from the pain. But she refused to back down, her gaze locking onto the man's with fierce defiance.
The man's face twisted in anger, his hand raised to strike her again. But one of the other men intervened, grabbing his arm and holding him back.
"Easy, Marcus," another man said, his voice firm but calm. "We don't want to damage the goods."
Marcus's face darkened, but he slowly lowered his hand, his chest heaving with anger. Becca took advantage of the reprieve to speak, her voice steady despite the fear that threatened to consume her.
"What do you want from me?" she demanded, her eyes scanning the faces of the men.
Marcus sneered, his eyes glinting with malice. "You're going to make us a lot of money, sweetheart," he said, his voice dripping with menace. "You're going to be the star of our little show..."
" Didn't he say not to touch her? A more menacing voice spoke and Marcus retreated.
" Clean her up before he comes, or you'll be dead meat"
***A few hours later**
Xavier arrived, surveying the scene with an air of satisfaction. His men had followed orders, yet something nagged at him - the ropes binding her entire body to the chair and the bandage on her lips.
He preferred restraint, not immobilization. A subtle distinction, but one that unsettled him.
Memories of the earlier scandal resurfaced, and his brief flicker of mercy extinguished. Cold calculations took hold.
The room darkened under Xavier's imposing aura, oppressive and unyielding.
Fred, the head of the group, a seasoned veteran, stood unfazed, but the other men quivered, cold sweat beading on their brows.
Xavier crouched before Becca, his eyes locking onto hers as she stirred.
"Miss me?" he asked, a sly smile spreading.
Becca's lids fluttered open, and her gaze snapped to Xavier's. Shock and fear widened her eyes.
She struggled, but ropes bite into her wrists and ankles, eliciting a pained groan.
Defeat etched on her face, Becca realized the horrifying truth: kidnapped and captive.
Xavier's eyes blazed red with intensity as he leaned in, his voice low and menacing.
"Time's scarce. One question: Who sent you?"
Becca's gaze faltered, confusion etched on her face.
Xavier signaled that her bandage be removed to let the girl speak.
"What?... "I don't know what you're talking about," she stammered.
Dizziness swirled, memories flooding back.
Suddenly, recognition struck.
"You!" she gasped, shame and anger warring.
Xavier's smirk twisted.
"Now that you remember me, understand this: your freedom hinges on confession."
Becca's eyes locked onto Xavier's, defiance and fear tangled.
Becca wished the earth would swallow her whole as Xavier's laughter boomed, sending shivers down her spine.
"I... "I don't know," she stammered, feigning innocence.
Xavier's amusement faded, replaced by an unnerving intensity.
"Look at me, Rebecca," he commanded, his gaze piercing her hazel eyes.
"How did you...?" she trailed off, startled.
"Know your name?" Xavier's smile twisted. "I know everything."
"Name everyone involved in this scheme, or you and your family will face the consequences."
His eyes flashed with a menacing glint, making Becca's heart race.
Becca's gaze locked onto Xavier's, her swallow audible.
She recognized the danger emanating from him – no empty threats here.
His piercing stare and chiseled features made him resemble a ruthless king.
Becca's eyes widened, mesmerized by his intensity.
"I... "I didn't know her real name," she stammered, trembling.
"She called herself Wildcat. My friend Jennie introduced us."
Fear and anxiety cracked her voice, tears welling up.
Xavier's gaze softened slightly, intrigued by her vulnerability.
A flicker of admiration danced in his eyes, heightening Becca's unease.
Becca's tear-filled eyes sparkled, captivating Xavier.
Even in captivity, her beauty shone.
Xavier's gaze lingered, entranced.
He gestured, and his men untied her hands and legs.
"Get her water," he ordered.
A bottle appeared, and Becca drank greedily, quenching her thirst.
But doubts crept in: Would they poison her?
Or drug her?
As she hesitated, Xavier's low voice broke the silence.
"Take her to my room," Xavier ordered, leaving his men stunned.
"Has Master Chen fallen for this captive?" one of them whispered.
Xavier spun around, his gaze piercing.
"Who spoke?" he demanded.
The room fell silent.
"Treat her with respect," Xavier commanded. "She's mine now." My woman. Until we uncover the truth, she's under my protection."
The men nodded in unison. "Yes, boss."
Xavier's smile hinted at a darker intent.
He had claimed Becca's innocence, and now she was his to possess.
No one would take her from him, not until he was sated.
She was his.
Xavier's actions seemed irrational, yet unavoidable.
He recalled Becca's lips, that unforgettable night.
Her absence in the morning had left him unsettled.
Memories of her face, body, and curves haunted him.
He'd been her first.
The thought sent a surge of possessiveness through him.
No one else would touch her.
She'd be his alone, forever.
But a mischievous voice within him whispered revenge.
She'd left him, torturing him with longing.
He'd make her life a delicious misery.