Chapter 39: Room 314

The bodyguards nodded, their faces set in determined expressions. They knew they had to move fast, had to track down those kidnappers before it was too late.

Lugard's bodyguards quickly tracked down the location of the kidnappers, their eyes scanning the surrounding area for any signs of danger.

Lugard's bodyguards arrived at the hotel, their eyes scanning the parking lot for any signs of the kidnappers' vehicle. They spotted the black SUV parked in a corner, and Lugard's bodyguards exchanged grim glances.

"They're already in here," one of them whispered.

Lugard's face set in a determined expression. "Let's move in," he growled.

They entered the hotel lobby, their eyes scanning the area for any signs of the kidnappers or Lisa. But there was no one in sight.

Lugard's bodyguards approached the front desk, their guns drawn. "We're looking for a woman who was brought in here against her will," one of them said. "What room is she in?"

The receptionist trembled, his eyes wide with fear. "I-I don't know what you're talking about," he stammered.

Lugard's bodyguards exchanged skeptical glances. They knew the receptionist was lying.

Suddenly, one of Lugard's bodyguards spotted a security camera in the corner of the lobby. "Check the footage," he said.

They quickly accessed the security footage and saw the kidnappers dragging Lisa into the hotel, her struggles muffled by a gag.

Lugard's face twisted in anger. "Find out which room they're in," he growled.

The bodyguards quickly hacked into the hotel's system, their fingers flying across the keyboard.

"Room 314," one of them said finally.

Lugard's bodyguard turned and shot the receptionist in the arm, the sound of the gunshot echoing through the lobby.

The receptionist screamed, clutching his arm in agony. "Okay, okay! Room 314!" he cried.

Lugard's face was unyielding. "Let's go," he growled, striding towards the elevator.

His bodyguards followed close behind, their guns drawn. They entered the elevator, their eyes fixed on the display as the numbers ticked upwards.

Lisa's eyes fluttered open, her mind groggy and disoriented. She was met with an unfamiliar ceiling, and a wave of panic washed over her. She tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through her head, forcing her back down.

As her memories slowly returned, she realized she had been kidnapped. The car, the guards, the struggle... it all came flooding back.

Lisa's eyes adjusted to the bright light of the hotel room, and she saw that she was lying on a plush bed, surrounded by luxurious furnishings. But she knew she wasn't there by choice.

She tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over her, forcing her back down. Her head was throbbing, and her memories were hazy.

As she struggled to remember what had happened, a figure emerged from the bathroom.

Lisa's eyes locked onto the man standing in front of her, his tailored suit and expensive watch gleaming in the soft light of the hotel room. He was a rich man, used to getting what he wanted, and Lisa could see the calculation in his eyes.

"Who are you?" Lisa demanded, trying to keep her voice steady.

"My name is Marcus the second young master of the stone family.," the man replied, his voice smooth as silk. "And you, Lisa, are my latest acquisition."

Lisa has heard about the Stone family, they are very rich and wealthy. They are not easy to be trifled with, they always get what they want and money is not a problem.

Lisa's heart raced as she realized the truth. She had been kidnapped, taken from the street, and brought to this luxurious prison.

"Why me?" Lisa asked, trying to keep her fear at bay.

Marcus smiled, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "You're a rare beauty, sweetheart. A gem in a world of ordinary stones. And I collect rare things."

Lisa's skin crawled as Marcus's gaze roamed over her, his eyes lingering on her face, her body. She knew she had to escape, but for now, she was trapped.

"What do you want from me?" Lisa asked, trying to stall for time.

Marcus chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, I think you know," he said. "I want everything."

"My men tried to call you when you were still in B City with your friends," Marcus said, his voice dripping with malice. "But you ignored him, didn't you? You thought you could just dismiss me, ignore me just like that."

Lisa's eyes flashed with anger as she remembered the foolish man who said that their boss wanted to see her, he said looking at her body. In B City. She had ignored him that day.

"I see you don't want to answer me, then I said, 'We will meet again,'" Marcus continued, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "And so we did. Here, in this hotel room. Where you are now mine."

Lisa's heart sank as she realized the truth. She had underestimated Marcus, thinking he was just a nuisance. But now, she was at his mercy.

"You're the boss," Lisa said, her voice barely above a whisper. "You're the one who sent that foolish man after me."

Marcus nodded, his smile growing wider. "Yes, I am. And now, you'll do exactly as I say. Won't you, sweety?"

As Marcus walked towards Lisa, his eyes never left hers. She could see the desire and obsession burning in his gaze, and it made her skin crawl.

Lisa tried to step back, but her legs were frozen in place. She was trapped, with no escape from the predator closing in on her.

Marcus stopped in front of her, his face inches from hers. She could feel his hot breath on her skin, and his scent of alcohol and smoke was overpowering.

"You're so beautiful, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. "I've wanted you for so long."

Lisa tried to speak, but her voice was caught in her throat. She was paralyzed with fear, unable to move or escape.

Marcus's hand reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek. Lisa flinched, but he just smiled.

"Don't be afraid, sweetheart," he said. "I'll take good care of you. You'll never want to leave me."

Lisa's heart was racing, her mind screaming for her to escape. But her body was frozen, unable to move as Marcus's hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her close.

Lisa pushed him away, her hands firm on his chest. "Don't you come any closer to me, you pervert!" she warned, her voice loud and clear.

Marcus smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, sweetie," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "You're so predictable. Do you think you can push me away? I've been waiting for this moment for too long."

Lisa stood her ground, her feet shoulder-width apart. She was determined to keep him at bay, no matter what.

"I mean it," Lisa said, her voice firm. "Don't touch me again," she said looking at this old bastard.

Marcus chuckled, his eyes never leaving hers. "We'll see about that," he said, his voice low and menacing.

Lisa's heart was racing, her mind racing with fear. But she refused to back down. She knew she had to keep him at bay, or risk being used by this dog of a man.

Suddenly, Marcus lunged at her, his hands grasping for her. Lisa dodged him, her reflexes quick. But she knew she couldn't keep this up for much longer. She needed a plan, and fast.

Marcus lunged at Lisa again, his hands grasping for her. He caught her wrist, his grip like a vice. Lisa tried to pull away, but he was too strong. With a swift motion, he threw her onto the bed, her body bouncing off the mattress.

Lisa scrambled to get away, but Marcus was too quick. He climbed onto the bed, his eyes blazing with desire. He straddled her, his hands pinning her down.

But Lisa refused to give up. With a surge of adrenaline, she kicked out, her foot connecting with Marcus's groin. He howled in pain, his eyes wide with shock.

Lisa took advantage of the distraction to wriggle free, scrambling off the bed and putting distance between them. Marcus lay there, clutching his groin, his face twisted in agony.