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the warehouse where they will meet the buyers." Paul continued.
"Perfect, Paul. Thank you for all your help."
"I'm at your service Mr. Martinez."
The man dropped them off at the hotel and after a quick register, they went up to the rooms to finalize their plans.
By nightfall, everything is ready. Jordan goes to his room and picks up the phone. He wants to talk to Ashley.
The day was coming to an end when the door finally opened up and Wilson came in with his cell phone to his ear. He was obviously talking with someone. "Yes, boss, here you can talk to her." He handed her the phone.
"Hello." Ashley greeted with a cold tone.
"Ashley, how are you?" he greeted her with an appeasing tone.
"How do you expect me to be, Jordan?" she replied with a frown. In front of her, Wilson's threatening expression warned her about mentioning anything about the fact he hadn’t fed her the whole day.
"I know. We need to talk as soon as I get back. Things can't go on like this and you know it." He sighed, running his fingers through his hair.
"Is that supposed to make me feel better? Or you're just making sure I don’t have a moment of peace while you're away?" she spurted, furious.
"This was a mistake, obviously." He ended the call and she held back the desire to crush the phone against the wall. Instead, she simply handed it over to Wilson.
“Get up. You'll eat in the kitchen. I have no intention of bringing you food." He ordered, grabbing her by her arm.
She followed him, knowing that protesting would only end up bad for her. The food was already served and she ate in silence, not looking at anybody around her, and especially ignoring Wilson. She knew he was looking for an opportunity to hurt her and make her pay for whatever wrong she had ever done to him.
When she was done, he dragged her back to the cell, not even offering to allow her to bathe. She didn’t ask.
She spent the whole night sleeping for short periods and waking up to her nightmares. The worst part was she couldn’t fool herself, pretending it was just a dream because it had been too damn real. She could see him barging in the cell he was keeping her, in his hand's ropes and his terrible knife.
Startled she had sat up in bed, looking at him, trying to hide from him just how scared she was. "It's time for me to have some fun with you, puta, and make you pay for all the times you rejected me as if you were so much better than me." He ranted, slowly closing the distance between them. "This time, you won't be able to say no, puta, this time, I'm in charge."
"Jordan will kill you for this. Don’t you know that?" she tried to scare him, but when he came closer, she was able to smell the scent of alcohol on his breath, and she understood he was beyond any fear. The booze had given him the guts he wouldn’t normally have, and she knew she was lost. She thought about trying to escape, but the door was closed and she knew he would grab her before she could escape and then things would probably be worse.
He simply laughed. "Jordan Martinez will never find out what happened to you." He replied with scorn, as he rested the knife on her throat, pressing just a little, in a silence threat.
He grabbed her, pulling her up and taking her clothes off, his knife always in his hand. His threatening blade, shining as he pulled her top up and pushed her skirt down her legs, leaving her in just her underwear.He made her turn around and pulled her arms behind her back, in box position, tying them with the rope he had brought. Then he kept wrapping the rope around her, imprisoning her breasts, tight, causing her pain, and even through her groin, pressing hard against her pussy lips, never leaving the knife too far from his reach.
When he was finally done, he pushed her to her knees. "Now, you'll be a good puta, and you'll suck me, not even daring to use your sweet teeth on me, or my knife will have some fun drawing all over your body."
"No… let me go, you bastard. If you dare
"Perfect, Paul. Thank you for all your help."
"I'm at your service Mr. Martinez."
The man dropped them off at the hotel and after a quick register, they went up to the rooms to finalize their plans.
By nightfall, everything is ready. Jordan goes to his room and picks up the phone. He wants to talk to Ashley.
The day was coming to an end when the door finally opened up and Wilson came in with his cell phone to his ear. He was obviously talking with someone. "Yes, boss, here you can talk to her." He handed her the phone.
"Hello." Ashley greeted with a cold tone.
"Ashley, how are you?" he greeted her with an appeasing tone.
"How do you expect me to be, Jordan?" she replied with a frown. In front of her, Wilson's threatening expression warned her about mentioning anything about the fact he hadn’t fed her the whole day.
"I know. We need to talk as soon as I get back. Things can't go on like this and you know it." He sighed, running his fingers through his hair.
"Is that supposed to make me feel better? Or you're just making sure I don’t have a moment of peace while you're away?" she spurted, furious.
"This was a mistake, obviously." He ended the call and she held back the desire to crush the phone against the wall. Instead, she simply handed it over to Wilson.
“Get up. You'll eat in the kitchen. I have no intention of bringing you food." He ordered, grabbing her by her arm.
She followed him, knowing that protesting would only end up bad for her. The food was already served and she ate in silence, not looking at anybody around her, and especially ignoring Wilson. She knew he was looking for an opportunity to hurt her and make her pay for whatever wrong she had ever done to him.
When she was done, he dragged her back to the cell, not even offering to allow her to bathe. She didn’t ask.
She spent the whole night sleeping for short periods and waking up to her nightmares. The worst part was she couldn’t fool herself, pretending it was just a dream because it had been too damn real. She could see him barging in the cell he was keeping her, in his hand's ropes and his terrible knife.
Startled she had sat up in bed, looking at him, trying to hide from him just how scared she was. "It's time for me to have some fun with you, puta, and make you pay for all the times you rejected me as if you were so much better than me." He ranted, slowly closing the distance between them. "This time, you won't be able to say no, puta, this time, I'm in charge."
"Jordan will kill you for this. Don’t you know that?" she tried to scare him, but when he came closer, she was able to smell the scent of alcohol on his breath, and she understood he was beyond any fear. The booze had given him the guts he wouldn’t normally have, and she knew she was lost. She thought about trying to escape, but the door was closed and she knew he would grab her before she could escape and then things would probably be worse.
He simply laughed. "Jordan Martinez will never find out what happened to you." He replied with scorn, as he rested the knife on her throat, pressing just a little, in a silence threat.
He grabbed her, pulling her up and taking her clothes off, his knife always in his hand. His threatening blade, shining as he pulled her top up and pushed her skirt down her legs, leaving her in just her underwear.He made her turn around and pulled her arms behind her back, in box position, tying them with the rope he had brought. Then he kept wrapping the rope around her, imprisoning her breasts, tight, causing her pain, and even through her groin, pressing hard against her pussy lips, never leaving the knife too far from his reach.
When he was finally done, he pushed her to her knees. "Now, you'll be a good puta, and you'll suck me, not even daring to use your sweet teeth on me, or my knife will have some fun drawing all over your body."
"No… let me go, you bastard. If you dare
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