Chapter 9. Trapped

Proserpina

On her hands and knees, the woman was now begging but the man pushed her away and bellowed, in rage,

“Evans! Das! Where in the bl*ody f*ck are you?”

Two men rushed in, not looking towards the woman on the floor who was stark naked now and keening, as he roared,

“GET THIS F*CKING PIECE OF DRUNK SH*T OUT OF MY OFFICE!”

And as the woman was unceremoniously hauled to her feet by the men who looked as carefully blank as ever, he shouted,

“IF ANYONE OF YOU SENDS HER IN AGAIN THIS EVENING, YOU ARE..."

The guards were outside the room, looking as though they were being hounded by devils and the door slammed shut after them. The man, his shoulders heaving, the strong muscles rippling under the shirt, strode to the door and kicked it shut, the lock clicking automatically.

I felt the fear rise up in me. But accompanying the fear was something like…? I did not know what it was. Was it…attraction?

Straightening