Chapter 313
Chapter 313:
“You are, Rosa.” He paused for a moment, twirling his phone between his large fingers.
“You see, I knew you would do this. You couldn’t resist the temptation to wipe away your dirty little secrets. Now, you’ll be punished severely.” He let out a dark laugh, his brows furrowing in a sinister expression.
Rosa could sense he was plotting something—something she wouldn’t forget anytime soon.
She was screwed.
Her face twisted in pain as sadness and anger churned in the pit of her stomach. “Fuck me,” she muttered under her breath, turning her face away so Ray wouldn’t hear.
But it was too late. “That’s exactly your punishment,” he said, his eyes gleaming with malicious delight.
“What?” Rosa shot him a confused look, her heart pounding violently against her ribs.
She prayed he wasn’t planning another round of excruciating sex.
“Fuck yourself!” he ordered, a dark smirk spreading across his face. His eyes narrowed, locked onto her, and his lips pressed into a thin line.
Rosa didn’t need anyone to tell her she was in deep trouble.
“But I wasn’t trying to…” she began, but her voice faltered. Tears streamed down her face as the realization of another round of torture sank in.
“Shut up, you bag of trash! Don’t make me lose my temper!” he yelled, his rage boiling over as a vein bulged in his forehead.
The room fell into a dreadful silence, broken only by Rosa’s soft sobs and the chattering of her teeth.
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“Make yourself cum now!” he spat, glaring at her with pure hatred.
He reached over to the nightstand, grabbed his phone, and unlocked it.
“But what the hell are you doing with your phone?” Her brows shot up in panic.
Her mind raced with wild thoughts, but she tried to steady herself, bracing for whatever came next.
“Let me rephrase that. Mistress, lay flat on the bed and make yourself orgasm while I record it. Any hesitation will lead to your doom because I won’t think twice before reporting you to the Kings,” he said with a mischievous tone, his voice dripping with danger as lust darkened his eyes.
Ray was done for the day. Exhaustion weighed heavily on him as he left the castle and headed toward his house.
Light footsteps behind him sent a jolt of panic through his body. He glanced around, but the area was shrouded in pitch darkness. His heartbeat thundered like war drums as he quickened his pace, but he soon tripped and fell, losing his balance.
Before he could comprehend what was happening, several unknown men pounced on him, grabbing him and tearing at his shirt.
He struggled to fight back, but his strength was no match for theirs.
Defeated and drained, he lay on the ground, his body covered in sand and dust.
Too weak to resist, he could only watch as they began to carry him to an unknown destination.
“Easy, boys. He’s our guest, and we don’t roughhandle our guests,” a deep, unfamiliar voice echoed through the darkness. At the sound of a finger snap, the men holding him dropped his body to the ground like a sack of cement. “Sorry for the way my boys treated you. They’re not used to strangers,” the man added, letting out a light chuckle.
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