Free FaCade (Deception #1) by Ker Dukey, D.H. Sidebottom Page B

THIS!” Malik roared.
    Nothing felt real. Everything was blurred and dreamlike. I was moving, my body floating through the air. My heart rate had slowed down to a random thump inside my chest as blood roared around my body causing dizziness and light-headedness.
    “Ssh,” his voice soothed as my sobs wrenched my chest when a current of water covered me. Its torrent slammed against my face, smarting the throb in my cheek and biting the cut to my lip.
    I couldn’t control the raging weep that tore my chest in two. I couldn’t control anything; my breathing, my thoughts, the vomit that surged from me.
    “Okay,” his soft voice echoed in my head. “I’ve got you now. I’m so sorry, Star. I just went to the bathroom.”
    I screamed, punching out at him. “This is your fault! This is all your fault. You did this. You let this happen. You let him do that. No…”
    “I’m sorry, Star! Dante will kill him for this.”
    I continued to abuse him, my fists pounding on his chest, the sopping material of his t-shirt tearing beneath my fingers as I clawed at him. I had finally lost it. Gone mad with it all.
    “He’s a bastard. You’re all fucking evil. Let me go! Please! No more.” I scratched at him, my nails digging into his flesh as I tried to tear him to pieces. “I hate you, I hate him. I HATE THIS! SAVE ME PLEASE. SOMEONE SAVE ME!”
    Unconsciousness finally won when my mind shut down from the horror of what my life had become.

MY PHONE CONSTANTLY VIBRATING AGAINST my thigh distracted me from the business meeting I was in. These new drug test studies were intriguing a lot of medical boards and all the corrupt players of the black market.
    The man sat across from me in his black Armani suit, no tie, slicked back black hair and predatory eyes was just one of the many human traffickers interested in the qualities this new drug possessed. I wasn’t in his trade; I made my fortunes the legit way but with fortune, success and science mixed with my own flavor of depravities came the underworld of the black market. Drug trafficking. Human trafficking and all the trash in between. It was inevitable for someone like me to become part of this world and when I did it gave me a power I craved.
    The woman he brought with him to the dinner was clearly there to satisfy any desires I may have. A pawn to sweeten the business bond. She was far from my taste. It wasn’t the blonde of her hair, I usually favored brunette, it wasn’t even the thin frame and ridiculous fake tits cemented to her chest. It was the fact Star had fucked with my hard on; it didn’t want to play with any toy but her.
    I needed to rectify this. I couldn’t have her holding any power over me and I had come too far in this game to break now before the time was right.
    “You see, some slaves are easier to break than others.” His hand gripped the female’s hair and coaxed her to drop beneath the table. “When they start off as trash they welcome a new life, but the expensive top quality pussy tend to be tougher. They like their lives.”
    His pitch was void in my mind anyway. I had made my deal; it was all set in motion.
    Small hands delicately undid my slacks with ease. Her palm reached in to stroke at my flaccid cock. She was working me with experienced hands, trained to only please her Masters. I needed to see Star, watching her locked in her room while someone else got me off would help with the hard on issue.
    Slipping my phone free, I typed in the security codes to access the cameras. Her room was empty. It was then I noticed the amount of missed calls and texts.

    “Where is she?” My voice bellowed through the corridor to Malik who rushed towards me. “I moved her to your quarters. He messed her up bad. I can’t believe I let this happen”
    “I’ll deal with you later. Where is he?” Not much scared Malik; he was a tank, ex-military. He knew what my wrath was capable of, his wary eyes and posture were one of instinct when sensing a threat