Dirty And Dangerous Obsession

MONALISA P. O. V

__Who the fuck Is he? __

He led me through the crowds while his men trailed behind him. No one dared to questioned him on why he was leading me away forcefully against my wish, as everyone was minding their business.

But Instead, they kept making way for him, chanting praises on him, yet I didn’t stop struggling to get off his shoulder.

My tightened fist kept hitting him repeatedly in his back but he didn’t budge, and neither did he stopped. It felt like pouring water on a hard rock.

“Let me go!!” I screamed at the top of my voice, as my eyes wandered amidst the crowds for Candy to come to my rescued. But It was as if the number of crowds increased so massively but my eyes carefully searched through those crowds.

Just when I thought I’d finally caught a glimpse of Candy, one of his men quickly obstructed my view with his huge broad shoulder, and I lost her in a slit of seconds.

“Who the hell are you? Put me down!” I yelled again, as my eyes began to teared up.

Suddenly the cute guy stopped walking, and he roughly threw me to the ground, and my ankle painfully twisted as the result of my hard fall.

“Urgh!” A soft groan escaped my lips, as I massaged my twisted ankle. I forced my gaze to his face but his face was void of all emotions as he showered his cold gaze on me.

“Take my bunny to the other room and if you dare hurt any string of hair on her body, I will have your dick pay for it.” In a deep cold voice, he threatened before he stormed away leaving me and his men behind.

I stared at him with slacked jaws as he walked away. I wondered If I heard him right or was my ear deceiving me when I heard him referred to me as ‘His bunny’.

Okay!! I’m about to go crazy right now because this is bigger shit than i thought. For heck’s sake! this was supposed to be a normal dare just like every other dare. Why was my case always different and why do I always get into trouble?

Funny enough, I have not spent even a night in Italy and all these are already happening to me. I began to wondered what my fate may be for the rest of my stay here in Italy.

Four of his men encircled me immediately, as their gaze shot me a hard glare. Instantly I averted my gaze to the ground thinking of a perfect way to get away from these men.

But one thing fact for sure, I won’t let them take me away without pulling up a fight, never!

I gently observed their movement, as they all began to contemplate among themselves who to grip me first.

My gaze was fixed on the floor, praying silently for Candy to pop out of nowhere and save me from these crazy men. But my prayers were cutted short when I felt a hard palm tightly grasped my arms and threw me on his shoulder again, leading me away.

I tried to struggle but his gripped was too strong around me, which held me still and I found it hard to move my body.

Just when I decided to stay calm to see what they were up to, the second guy who was trailing behind unexpectedly strode to the front and spanked my ass.

“Soft ass you’ve got here, bitch!” He yelled out to the others, as they all busted onto laughter, giving each other a high-five.

Rage flowed through me like lava, as my temper sparked and my fury sprang to life which made me wish I could straggled them all to death.

“Put me down, this instant!” I groaned in between clutched teeth, as I began to struggle non-stop to break free from his captivity but all my endeavors went in vain.

The third guy stepped forward and spanked my ass again with his strong palm which I’m sure would leave a red fingerprint on my ass cheek, “So firm and curvy, damn sexy.” He yelled out to the others, who nodded their head in agreement in between laughter.

After 40 minutes of walking around the hotel, they finally stood in front of a glass door that opened automatically for us to strode inside.

The blue glimmer of the room was so dimed that made it so hard for me to see anything but I decided to stressed my eyes vision to know where I was.

He slowly lowered me to the ground but I cared less about him, as all my attention was on the room.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

I saw a shadow walked closed to the wall, and the room suddenly shined brightly because he opened the window which made the light from outside reflected inside.

And my jaws dropped at what I saw around me, which made me wondered why they brought me into a butcher room.

Knife of all types was lined up in rows. Guns of different shapes and sizes were hung around every corner and there were footprints of blood everywhere.

Just the sights alone send a brusque bolt of shock right through me, as fear crawled over my body pricking my skin.

I averted my gaze to my lefthand side and my gaze landed on the ungrateful guy I gave a lapdance on stage a few hours ago.

He was seated in all glory on a couch facing an old man who knelt in front of him and was covered with blood and bruises, while his men stood behind him, holding a sword.

The coldness in his eyes was enough to send chills down everyone’s spine, as his nostrils flared up in visible anger as he gritted his teeth.

“Please! Spare me this once.” The old man desperately begged. Tears streamed from his weak eyes, wetting his cheeks but the cute guy remained unmoved by his tears, as his cold eyes descended on the old man.

“For the last time, don’t utter a single word. Else every single part of your body will dance on my tone, right on this floor room.” In a deep terrifying voice, he threatened.

“Boss—–”

“Holy Christ!!!” I screamed out in terror when I saw the old man’s right arm dropped to the floor, as blood splashed all over. The cute guy’s men chopped it off with his sword which was dripping with blood already.

The old man fell to the ground, groaning in between clutched teeth, trying so hard to stifled the painful snort in his throat. While he wailed softly in pure anguish and pain. Blood wouldn’t stop oozing so massively from his chopped-off arm.

His pleading eyes diverted in my direction, gazing at me with a shattered heart. My heart sank into my stomach, as I couldn’t withhold such sight.

“Plug out his eyes. In his next world, he won’t dare to gaze at what belongs to me.” He commanded, as his lips straight into a half smile.

Just when I thought I have seen it all, one of his boys strode closer and dug in his sharped digger into the old man’s eyes and pulled-out his eyes like a small ball which left the old man screaming out his lungs with his only hand clingy on his empty eyes.

“You’re a devil. You will rot in hell!” He screamed out in discomfort, finally letting go of his bloody face and straight out his hand, trying to reached out to the cute guy, who stood glued on his spots.

The cute guy chuckled deeply and dryly, “I can’t rot in hell, because I’m the master of hell.” He gently shoved his hand into his pant pocket and began striding around the room. “Cut off his tongue. He’s too lousy!” He ordered, as his body faced the wall.

“Don’t touch me! Don’t touch me!” The old man shrieked out in fear while waving his only surviving hand against the air, to defend himself from the cute guy’s men.

His two men quickly grasped his head and to forced his mouth open but the old man began struggling with them.

I really admired his strength because he gave them a hard time to keep his head still. Suddenly the sound of gun shot filled the air at the same time he slumped to the ground, dead.

I rapidly veered around to the direction of the sound and I was stunned by the gun the cute guy was holding, pointing directly in the old man’s direction. That was when it’s was dawned on me that he was the one who shot the man.

“Clean off this mess.” He stared at the gun he was holding for a while and began stroding toward me.

Anxiety crawled on my skin as I began ambling backward because I might be the next. If not why did they bring me here instead? Just the thought of a bullet doving into my heart, made goosebumps covered my skin as I began praying in my heart for the forgiveness of sin, for all those people I’ve killed.

“Be my Private Stripper. Personal and all mine!” He growled while staring at his gun.

My back hit the wall, “And what If I say no.” I restored, wondering how I got the courage to speak.

His lips curve into a smile, almost swiping me off my feet. I swear his face was the most cutest I’ve ever seen. I watched him unbuttoned his white shirt, while moving away from me, facing his back on me.

“Then watch me feed you, your flesh and force your blood down your throat.” He slowly pulled off his shirt and let It fell to the ground.

I got a cleared view of his flawless back and my jaws dropped the moment I saw an huge Eagle tattooed on his back with his name boldly written on his waistline.

I began peeing on my body instantly when it dawned on me that I was standing in front of no other than, MOB DEREK.