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Her Master's desire

"Take her," the dangerous man orders casually, like I'm the most boring little human he's ever encountered in his life. "I said stay the fuck away!" I yell at him this time, causing him to tilt his head in amusement. "A little girl like you shouldn't be swearing at your elders. It's bad habit. Your daddy should have taught you better." Hold on. My daddy. And if I heard correctly the first time, the other man had mentioned something about 'daughter' and 'grown woman'. Shit! What's going on? This must be Darius Hunter! And how do they know about my existence!? Oh no! My father! Have they taken him? Have they hurt him? "Darius... Hunter?" I stutter in sheer terror, the dangerous man tensing as I mention his name. "You know my name. I don't know if I should be impressed or disappointed," Darius chuckles, amusement seeping into his tone. "Errrm... I... Where's my father...?" My demand sounds more like a plea, my voice shuddering in painful anticipation. "Waiting for you at my place. He said we should come get you. I didn't expect you to be old enough to beat up my man. I am definitely impressed, and your value, my dear, has just gone up." --------------------------- Allison, a confined young woman who finds solace in books and writing, is thrust into a world of danger and deceit when her father, Frank, a reformed gambler turned priest, sells her to Darius Hunter, the infamous "Devil of California," to settle an old debt. Darius tries everything possible to break Allison for his pleasure, promising himself not to touch her innocence. Yet, as Allison navigates the treacherous waters of her new life, she discovers hidden strengths, forms unexpected bonds, and unravels the dark secrets of her family’s past. Amidst turmoil and passion, Allison and Darius find themselves entangled in a powerful and transformative love story, punctuated by shocking twists and turns.

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Chapter 22

Allison POV

"Sexy dancing..."

My mind is elsewhere, far from this madness. Their voices are a distant echo, barely penetrating the thick fog I've wrapped around myself. It's as if I've slipped out of reality, retreating to a place where their words can't reach me. I can see their mouths moving, sense their frustration, but it's all muted, like a scene playing out behind soundproof glass.

"...090...!?"

"Girl...!"

"Hey...!"

They're snapping at me, screaming at me, desperate to pull me back to the harshness of the present, but I push them further away, sinking deeper into this haze I've created.

"...Douse her in ice... Or no gasoline... Why don't we light her up and see if comes back!"

The eagerness in this person's voice brings me back to reality. I look up at this person and sigh in frustration, it's Zain. He has come to the basement to witness my torture.