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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 43

Allison's POV

We pull off the main road, and the lights of the city disappear behind us like a memory fading too quickly. I expected "room arrangements" to be a quick switch, maybe between apartments, not this. Not a trip out to the middle of nowhere. Not *this* motel. The only one out here, sitting alone like a scar on the landscape. And I don't even know where we are anymore. California? America? Hell, it doesn't even feel like Earth.

I stare out the window at the rundown building looming ahead of us. It's rotting. The walls sag under the weight of time, the roof bowed like it's about to collapse in on itself. The neon sign buzzes and flickers, casting a sickly green glow over the cracked pavement. Weeds crawl up through the asphalt, nature trying to reclaim what's left of this forgotten place. The air feels thick, almost heavy, like we've crossed into some dead space that doesn't belong to the real world.