to put your disgusting cock anywhere near my mouth I'll bite it off." She yelled at him.
He slapped her face hard, making her fall to the floor, before he pulled her up, grabbing a fist of her hair, while the other hand held the knife, that he pressed in her chest, not enough to break the skin, but enough for her to feel pain. He leaned closer. "I love playing with a knife over a whore's body. They don’t usually survive, but then again, who the hell misses a damn whore?" he said with a cruel smile, as he ran the sharp tip of the knife through her bra's cleavage, scratching her skin slightly. "So don’t push me, puta, after all, I could explain to my boss how you tried to escape and I had to kill you. He would be mad, but there are many whores in the world."
"Bastard. I'll make sure you pay for this, I swear." She snarled through gritted teeth.
He laughed, mockingly, as he unbuttoned his pants and pulled his cock out, already hard, looking so disgusting she almost cried out.
Without letting her hair go, he rested his cock on her lips and pressing the knife to her cheek, he pushed it through her lips, forcing her to take him, in her mouth.
She almost threw up, feeling his acrid taste and his dreadful smell, but he seemed oblivious of her disgust. Focused on shoving himself inside her, relishing on her gags, and her coughs as he forced himself into her mouth.
Fortunately, he didn’t last long, and soon he was coming all over her face and her chest, covering her with his cum, his grunts filling the silence of the house.
"I knew you would be a good whore, I just knew it." He bragged with scorn. Still holding her by her hair, he dragged her next to the bed and threw her there. "Get some sleep, you'll need it."
He left the room leaving her over the bed, almost naked and still tied. She finally let hot tears flow down her cheeks, as she dreaded the disgusting layer of cum covering her, wishing she could throw herself in the middle of the ocean, knowing she would never feel clean again. She had missed Jordan so much, she had wished with all her strengths to get back to him, to feel him next to her, holding her in his arms, helping her to forget that nightmare. What she had never expected was to fall into another nightmare when she finally returned to him, one starring Jordan himself.
Chapter 11
Back in Honduras, it was morning already and Jordan was planning the last minute details with Jude and his men when his cell phone vibrated in his pocket. It was Garcia. Surprised, Jordan took the call. "Garcia, what's up?"
"Boss, I have news and considering the subject I thought you should know it before you have to face those scumbags, the Marquez." His man announced.
"Garcia, get to the point. I don’t have time to waste."
"Yes, boss, of course." He sighed and took a deep breath. "Boss, I found the taxi driver."
"What taxi driver?" For a moment, Jordan had no idea what Garcia was talking about. "You mean the taxi driver that helped Ashley to escape?" he asked, as he realized what Garcia was talking about.
"Boss…" Garcia started.
"Spill it, Garcia, I don’t have all morning," Jordan ordered, losing his patient. His guts were so twisted that his instinct was telling him he wasn’t going to like what he was about to hear.
"Boss, she wasn’t escaping. We hadn’t been able to find the taxi driver because he had been hospitalized, due to a blow to the head with the butt of an AK-47 he suffered from one of the men in the black SUV that started following them from the moment he picked Miss Ashley up at the house. They cut them off on the road, on their way to the hospital, and dragged her out of the taxi." He burst out. "From the description the poor man gave me, I'm sure one of the men was Hernandez, Boss."
Jordan was silent, probably in shock, unable to utter a single word.
"From the information the taxi driver gave me, I was able to look for security cameras in the area. Nearby the place they intercepted the