Chapter 12 - Attacked Once Again

[Santiago's Penthouse, New York]

Looking Down At The flickering lights and the never ending hustle bustle of New York City was just another sort of delight Santiago preferred sometimes. 

Leaning against the wall by the side of the balcony, Santiago closed his eyes for a moment. Even the sound of ever bustling city wasn't able to distract him from thinking about a certain green eyed woman. He exhaled sharply, attempting to forget her sweet but wicked scent that had somehow managed to etch in his blood vessels. 

The thought of her naked petite yet curvaceous body under him was the last thought he ever wanted in his mind. He wondered if she had freckles somewhere else other than her nose. If he could lick those freckles…

Jesus. He shouldn't be lustfully fantasizing about a certain captive of his. 

He didn't even like her. 

But a voice inside of him said that he didn't need to like her to feel the effect which she had on him. 

Damm. He would never touch her which was the code words for -- he would never fuck her. 

Persephone Marino was his captive, a means to an end, and now the subject of his lustful fantasies. 

He was not a sadist but he was craving to inflict torment on her body with pleasure. He was yearning to make her shout his name in ecstasy. He wished to shatter her apart with the only pleasure he could give her…

Stop. 

He bit his tongue to stop thinking about Persephone. 

Talking about sadists, his thoughts went to Edward who was previously given the task to be responsible for Persephone's basic needs as a human being, later but was withdrawn from the duties. He could read Edward's thoughts from a mile far. He discerned what his subordinate was imagining as his gaze settled on the gorgeous yet dirty Marino Princess. His hard-on was enough for Santiago to know that Persephone shouldn't come near that bastard ever. 

He was a sadist bastard. Loved inflicting pain on his Goomahs. 

Persephone probably liked it sweet and vanilla.

Probably preferred the man to get on his knees and beg a little.

Edward wouldn't.

And so wouldn't he. 

The sick sadist would torture her until she would break apart into pieces before him. 

A silver of discomfort ran through him as he imagined Persephone with Edward. 

"F*ck!" Santiago punched the wall in irritation. He didn't want any Persephone who wasn't his beloved anywhere near him. Not in his life, his thoughts, or his heart.

And Persephone Marino wasn't his beloved. She wasn't as wicked and faux as this one. 

Blood oozed from his knuckles but he kept punching the wall. Pouring all of his irritation, frustration, and anger on the poor wall. His self-control was challenged today. He had to get her out of his mind. She didn't deserve to occupy his thoughts. She wasn't worthy enough to be the subject of his fantasies. 

But she was. And only he knew how much he hated himself for it. After returning from the base, he took several cold showers to soften his raging hard-on. 

*Ring! Ring! Ring!*

Santiago gathered his scattered thoughts and overflowing emotions and took a deep breath while closing his eyes, and then picked up the phone. 

He saw Callum's number flashing on his phone screen. He had a bad premonition as to why Callum would call him at midnight.

"Hello," Santiago's voice was as calm and indifferent as ever. It wasn't evident a bit that he was the same man who was punching the wall madly just a while ago because a woman had come to occupy his mind. 

Don't they say that ' An idle mind is the devil's workshop'? So, what was the issue if Persephone was occupying his mind? Only if Santiago could say that the woman was worse and more wicked than a devil. 

"Santiago, Nash fell sick all of a sudden and I drove to base to take him to hospital. I think it's the virus. Other men are ensuring that no one from the outfit gets to know Marino's daughter is with us, in the city. I wasn't able to reach Killian so I called you," Callum spoke in a single breathless tone. He called him to inform that Nash wouldn't be able to follow Santiago's orders of protecting the base. One of them had to be there, heading their men.

Santiago went to let the matter slide due to Nash's sudden illness, but upon hearing that he couldn't reach Killian, a very bad hunch arose in his heart. 

"Who else is at the base?" Santiago immediately asked. 

"Edward." 

"F*ck!" Both of them simultaneously cursed as they realized something. 

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Hugging her knees, Persephone lightly rested her head on them. She didn't want to sleep in this unknown and dangerous place. What would happen if she accidentally fell asleep and… No.No. She must keep herself awake by any means. 

Just like Persephone her body too was not obedient. 

She wasn't able to open her eyes. She didn't know what it was, the food she was given, or her tiring body that she wasn't able to resist sleep. 

Right now, all she wanted was to sleep and never wake up to this nightmare again. Only wanted to open her eyes to open green Meadows, clear blue sky, flowers everywhere around her, and... freedom. 

She wanted to spread her legs on the mattress but it was so smelly and dirty that even some like her,  who were placed in the worst circumstance a girl would ever be, couldn't make her inner cleanliness freak mind agree with her tiring and aching body. 

She must ask Villain to provide her with a clean mattress at least if he wishes to keep her alive. 

Just as she felt herself numb, a click on the door was heard. She opened her eyes like a hawk, though her eyes were droopy as if she had been on drugs. 

In a mere second, she felt as if someone was spreading her body on the mattress. She looked up only to see the creepy man from earlier.. Her eyes turned red and just as she was about to let out a shriek, his palm blocked his mouth.