“Good, pet.”, the man purred in her ear.
“Master?”
“Yes, pet?”
“Could you please untie me? I want to show you how much I have missed you.” Aria whispered, her voice breaking a little, but it only helped since it made her more convincing in her opinion.
David watched her closely, trying to see through her facade, but after a few minutes, the man simply nodded and started untying her.
He probably thought that even if Aria had been lying, she couldn't do anything, remembering her as a sniveling little bitch, afraid of its own shadow, and Aria barely managed not to smirk at that.
David’s arrogance will be his downfall.
Once she was free, Aria slowly stood up, feeling a bit unsteady after lying for so long, before she slid to her knees between David's legs and looked up, silently asking for permission.
The man watched her with an evil smirk for a few seconds and then nodded.
Aria made her hands unzip the pants and pull them down; even though it was the last thing she wanted to do. She noticed that the man wasn't wearing underwear when his already hard cock bobbed in front of her face and at the sight in front of her, she started to doubt in her plan, once she fully realized what she was about to do.
“Stop teasing, girl!” the man growled startling her before she took a big breath and got down to business.
She did all the things she remembered the man liked while trying not to puke, and soon she had David moaning and panting. One quick look up and she saw that the man’s eyes were closed and his face contorted in pleasure.
Aria’s eyes then trailed over to the knife on the bedside table that the man had forgotten to remove after cutting the ropes and she realized that now was her window of opportunity, so she gathered up all of her courage and made her mind go blank.
When she felt the first spurt of come hit the back of her throat, she jumped up and grabbed the knife. David's eyes flew open at the movement and he started to get up, but it was already too late. One second later the air around them was cut with one blood-curling scream before the room descended into silence again.
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“And Fabian don't forget the gun.” Will growled into the phone before hanging up. His whole body was shaking in anger, his fists squeezed tightly as he ran out of the building and towards his car.
She is mine.
J.
The image of those bloody words kept flashing through Will’s mind; a horrible fear squeezing his insides. He kept telling himself that the blood was not Aria's, but the thought continued to haunt his brain.
“Damn it!” he yelled, punching the wheel with his fists repeatedly, after catching the red light for the third time in a row.
He looked around and seeing barely any traffic around him since it was the middle of the night, Will stepped on the gas unable to care about violating the traffic regulations.
He checked his phone once again, and seeing that twenty minutes had already passed, he stepped on the gas, even more, the tires screeching on the concrete loudly as he flew through the deserted streets.
After a couple more minutes he finally saw Fabian's car parked in front of a rackety old house, with the man in question standing next to it. Will stopped his car in the middle of the street, not caring about parking it properly, and jumped out.
“Is this the house?” he asked him, and when the man nodded Will stuck his hand out. Fabian pulled a sleek, black gun out of his pants and gave it to him without a word.
“Is he alone or are there more of them?”
“Alone.”
“Good.” Will said and started walking toward the house, with Fabian following close behind.
They froze in their tracks when a horrifying scream came from inside of the house. They looked at each other for a second before sprinting to the house, as Will kicked the door open with his foot.
The house was in a bad shape, obviously used by druggies and lowlifes in the past; the paint on the walls cheeping and murky grey and the floor littered with cigarette butts, beer cans and God only knows what else.
Will barely gave it a passing thought, his eyes searching for Aria as soon as he entered. The house was eerily quiet following the scream, and it unnerved him as his anxiety skyrocketed.
“Aria!?” he screamed and started running through the place, checking room after room, until he heard a sound that made him frown.
Was that laughter?
He followed it to the last room at the end of the hallway and once he entered, he froze at the sight in front of him, unable to comprehend what was happening.
He saw a man, who he strongly suspected was David, lying on the bed on his back, either unconscious or, judging by the amount of blood that was soaking the sheets beneath him, dead.
Hearing that sound again Will turned his head toward it and relief washed over him at the sight of Aria, standing by the wall and looking mostly unharmed. But the relief was quickly replaced with worry, once he realized that the laughter was coming from the girl herself.
Aria was leaning against the wall, a bloody blade clutched tightly in her hand as she laughed like a madman, her body shaking violently and her eyes trained on David's wound.
“Look at that! No more, little David!” Aria said, her laughter now verging on hysterics as tears started to run down her face.
“Aria?” Will whispered, stepping slowly towards her, as not
