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After almost an hour of driving,the car stops. I clock the time on the dashboard before the engine is cut off, noting that it’s almost one in the morning.
The two men exit the car, slamming and locking the doors behind them. I undo my seat belt and lean forward slightly between the two front seats to get a better look at the building in front of me.
Lit up only by both cars’ headlights, I can see a huge building, with fading paint on the bricks outside. There are no windows or lights coming from inside, and I can’t see how far back it goes as tall, thick trees surround it.
Anxiety worms its way into my mind as I discover I’m in very unfamiliar territory.
King and Dax join the two men who were driving me as they stand in the glow of the headlights. They discuss something briefly before Dax makes his way over to my side of the car and I scoot back quickly into my seat, not wanting him to catch me snooping.
The locks click, signalling the cars being unlocked, and my door opens. Dax Rhivers looks down at me as his palm reaches out in front. A soft expression is planted on his face. His calming nature soothes my anxiety and I’m grateful for it.
I place my hand in his and he helps me out of the car.
As I right myself and stretch out my legs, my arms are yanked back, forcing me against Dax’s chest as he handcuffs my wrists together, the calm and gentle nature from before merely a disguise, a sweet trick into easy submission.
Anger creeps its way up to the surface as he manhandles me. He walks me forwards and King replaces Dax’s position behind my back, holding my wrists.
The faint aftermath of smoke surrounds him, mixed with a heavenly, masculine cologne of a woodsy aroma and notes of vanilla.
“You ready, sweetheart?” King whispers in my ear.
I cringe away, the slight flutter in my stomach and tingle between my thighs at his whisper an immediate betrayal of my feelings.
“Do your worst.” I turn my head and whisper back to him, my lips brushing against the stubble on his jaw. I recoil back at the contact, his scent still overtaking my senses, making me dizzy.
Tightening his hold on my wrists, he yanks me back, pulling me right against his solid chest as his other hand reaches around and holds me by the neck, forcing my head up to meet his gaze.
My heartbeat suddenly picks up, and I pray to God he doesn’t feel the speed of my pulse quickening beneath his hand.
“So she speaks,” he mumbles, his eyes flickering between mine, his jaw ticking in frustration. Then he drops his forehead to mine. Our eyes lock and he whispers, low, for only me to hear, “You’re going to regret that, sweetheart.”
He pulls back and pushes me forward so I’m forced to follow Dax, King still right behind me. My back is glued to his chest whilst he guides me by my wrists. At this point, I’m unsure if the other two men are still following.
I watch Dax in front of me, admiring his build. He’s tall and muscular, his back rock-solid before meeting a perfect ass, shown off nicely in his suit trousers. I think of King, who to my annoyance is everything Dax is, times ten. His firm hand gripping just a little too tightly on my handcuffed wrists, his other on the small of my back, guiding me. I can feel his warm breath blow against the top of my head. Every now and then, he lets out a low grumble as he clears his throat, and each time my knees weaken a little more. His strong, hard chest, which I know is covered in tattoos, is still unnecessarily pushed against my back as we walk.
After what feels like ten minutes of walking, we approach the dark building I studied from the car. There’s still no light coming from inside and no sign of life. The only difference is I underestimated how big it is. It stands tall above me, maybe six or seven storeys high.
We round the corner and approach a single doorway. I’m surprised that nobody is guarding it, seeing as none of the District leaders go anywhere without protection. Dax fishes in his pockets and pulls out a single set of keys, all oddly shaped. I try to catch a glimpse of which key he uses, but it’s too dark. The door opens and a burst of light floods the ground and Dax in front. He walks through without glancing back at any of us.
And we follow.
* * *
We walkthrough a brightly lit corridor before stopping at another closed door at the end. My hands are released and King unchains the handcuffs that are starting to dig into my skin. I instantly grab my wrists and rub at them to ease the slight numbness.
The door opens into a large empty room with white walls?nowhere near as clean as the walls back home?and wood tiled floor. King leads me inside as Dax and the other two men follow.So they’re still here.
Aside from a lone shower head hanging off the wall in the corner, it’s completely empty of furniture. I slowly take in the surroundings and try to find a possible way out of this, turning back to the door we came through, but it’s sealed shut.
I turn my head back to the four men who are keeping me company in the room and study them as they all stand in a line before me. I feel intimidated and small but refuse to cower. After a painful silence, King crosses his arms across his chest, clearing his throat.
“Strip.”
My stomach flips at his voice and I stare at him, trying not to show the surprise and panic I feel from his demand. When I make no movements, he repeats himself.
“Strip.”
