Page 14 of Corruption

“What are you—”

Vaughn directs one of his guards over.

“Take her out of here,” he snaps.

“Wait. No!”

“Don’t test me.”

“What about my stuff?”

“You won’t need it.”

There are a lot of reasons I wouldn’t need my things and none of them good. So I get to my bare feet, ignoring the cold. I try to rush past him and back into the house.

Vaughn grabs onto the braid I put my hair in earlier and yanks me back, craning my neck and forcing me to look at him.

“Let’s get one thing clear, sweetheart. You go back into that house, your cunt is mine. So you want to resist me? You want to play hard to get until our wedding? Do it somewhere else.”

By now a car has been pulled around, and Vaughn drags me to it.

I’m not particularly eager to stay with Vaughn, but for all I know, somewhere else is locked in a cabin in the woods while tied up and bringing me food enough to keep me alive until March. So with not knowing where Vaughn has instructed his guards to take me, I fight back. I elbow him hard in the gut and stomp his foot. He lets me go, and I try to dart away only for him to grab me by the shirt.

It’s ripped off my body, and the force of the resistance makes me stumble backward. Vaughn catches me, picks me up, and throws me in the car, promptly slamming the door behind me.

I immediately try to open it only to find it won’t budge. I bang on the windows as the car begins to pull off, away from the mansion and onto the dark road.

If there’s one thing I know, it’s not to waste time and energy on pointless endeavors. So I stop banging on the windows. Don’t bother to scream. Just look out the window to see if I can tell where we’re headed. It’s too dark to see outside, though.

I try to keep myself from panicking. Panicking won’t help here. Panicking will only fog my thoughts so I won’t think clearly.

It’s a task easier said than done, though. Particularly so when I realize that I’m naked except for my panties. I reach up to cover my breasts and nipples with my arms, only taking them down when the car comes to a stop and I realize I can’t fight and cover myself at the same time. My dignity and modesty isn’t something I can afford to be worried about right now.

As soon as the door opens, I lunge myself out the car at the guard. I get one punch in before they get a hold of me and then throw me onto soft, cold wet grass. I roll over, prepared to fight even more only for the guard to throw something at my chest. It’s cool metal, and when I grab it, I find it’s a set of keys.

“Let yourself in,” they say before getting in the car and driving off.

I stand, covering my naked breasts with one arm while holding the keys in the other. Then I turn around to see a house behind me. Not nearly as large as Vaughn’s and much more modern with a white exterior and large tinted windows that don’t allow me to see into the house. I start to make my way up the path, suddenly aware of the cold.

Motion lights come on, lighting my way to the front door. With shaky hands, I fumble with the keys until I find the one that opens the door. I rush inside and am greeted by warmth. I close the door and fall to the floor in relief, basking in the warmth as compared to the hard elements and cold I was thrown into earlier. Thankfully, it hasn’t snowed in a while.

I finally bring myself to stand once the cold isn’t biting at my limbs anymore. The lights automatically cut on when I came in, so I glance around. It’s a large open floor plan with an open kitchen and dining area off to the right and a living room to the left in front of one of the big windows. I make my way through, heading into the hall.

“Is anyone here?” I call out.

I’m assuming this is a second house that Vaughn plans to keep me in until our nuptials. But it looks well maintained. So someone has to be here.

“Hello,” I call, periodically peeking into the doors that aren’t locked but not finding anything that looks like a bedroom or a bathroom or anywhere that would have something I could use to cover myself.

I get to the end of the long curved hall and have the option to go up a long stairway or down just a couple of steps into another hall.

I go down the short stairs. The hall has no doors. It’s just long, glass floor-to ceiling-windows that lead to another door. When I get to the door, I open it.

I’m unprepared for what I see.

It’s a room. More like a dungeon really, but disguised as a beautifully decorated room. Filled with whips and chains and masks and cuffs and a bunch of other items I don’t know the name of. Decorated in red and black and leather and silk. Complete with a couch and a bed. But that’s all stuff I just happen to notice before my eyes land on what’s happening in the middle of the room where Alik and Nadia are.

Nadia is naked and gagged with her hands bound at the wrist and strung up to some kind of support. Her nipples are clamped, and she’s straddling what looks like a mechanical bull.

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