Captured

VI – The Aftermath XANDER

Xander’s POV

I received a call from one of the girls at Point A. She said Xavier, Dante and Chris were trying to pluck my little flower. These bastards never listen do they? I thought to myself.

“If you excuse me, I have some pressing matters to handle back at A,” I tell the men in front of me.

“Mr. Cortez, this is highly unprofessional,” one of the men exclaimed.

“So is making me wait five minutes for everyone to arrive,” I barked back. I slid my jacket on as I walked out of the room.

“Get the car,” I ordered one of my men.

Oh Xavier, you just couldn’t keep it in your pants, could you? I wonder how you feather being treated the way you treat women, I thought to myself.

I grab my phone and dial Khalid.

“Xavier needs to be sent off to boarding school,” I tell him.

“Oh, Xander. What kind of greeting is that for your dear old friend?” Khalid coos into the phone.

“I have no time for formalities Khalid. Notify the school, Xavier will be joining shortly. He can stay in the general population of their dorms,” I tell him before hanging up.

I finally make it to Point A, and I hurry to see what mess he has made. The image I see is nothing close to what I imagined. The girl is a bloody f*****g mess. Dante and Chris are holding her down while Xavier is too close for comfort. Boarding school is too good for you Xavier, I think to myself as I take out my Colt MKIV Government Series 80 .380 and clock it back.

Gunshot 1 – Xavier’s head. Gunshot 2- Back of Dante’s head. Gunshot 3 – The side of Chris’s temple. I pick her up bridal style and look at her bloodied face. I can see her pain as she’s trying to find comfort in my touch. I’m sorry little one, I am not your savior. But I am the man that will never let this happen to you again, I thought to myself. “I’m sorry,” I apologize as I hold her battered body close to mine.

I decide to call Khalid and update him.

“How’s the illusive flower holding up? Was the plucking successful?” he asked me. “The flower is withering, it needs time to heal,” I replied.

“What is the damage done in the attempted plucking?” he asks me, probably to reassess our timeline before the auction.

“The stem is slightly broken, the petals are browning, and the pistil is still intact but everything else is completely bruised,” I replied again as I inspected her face.

“Make sure the flower is back up to par in six,” he says before hanging up the phone.

Six weeks. I have six weeks to turn her back into an illusive rose, when right now she looks like a stack of plucked weeds. I have my work cut out for me on this one. I hope you burn in hell Xavier, I say to myself as I rest for the duration of the night. Besides, as obedient as she may be acting right now, I know she’s just as stubborn as a mule.

I have never shared my bed with someone who was not my lover. Even then, they do not have the pleasure of sleeping in my bed. I must admit, it was nice having someone to lay next to. The act of it is intimate without even having to be intimate. I wake up and grab some pain relievers for her. I know she had a rough night sleep, unable to find a comfortable spot and once she had found one, she wasn’t able to stay in that position that long.

“Xa-Master, I need to pee,” she whispers quietly. At least she caught herself before saying my name. I take her to the bathroom to do as she needs. I hand her a plastic dipper to wash herself, clearly, she can’t do it alone. I place her into the shower. I tell her she’s to wash herself after she uses the bathroom. A pet should always remain clean for their master.

As I clean her nether regions, I can feel her temperature rising. A soft moan escapes her lips and I feel like an orchestral symphony is going off in my ears. It is the sweetest sound that I have ever heard. My touch is more urgent, and I add a bit more pressure. “Does that feel good pet?” I ask her as I can clearly see her arousal rising. “Mmmm,” is all she’s able to say.

That’s a twist, I thought to myself. She intrigues me, and the very sounds that come from that pretty little mouth of hers entice me. If I don’t stop, I’ll lose control and f**k her 50 different ways until Sunday.

“Come now pet,” I command her. I see the disappointment in her eyes. I ignore it as I have done in the past.

She asks me a series of questions, all of which I contemplate whether to lie or tell her the truth. What’s the point in lying to her, I might as well prepare her for what the future has in store for her.  I tell her the rules of what is expected of her and answer her questions. Once we’re done talking, I glance over to see her reaction. She’s processing it or maybe she’s in deniable about everything I just stated.

“Pet, my advice to you is to learn and listen well. Your life will depend heavily on how well you behave. One wrong move and the men in my world will not hesitate to kill you or worst,” I added.

“Or worst? What could be worse than death?” she asked me looking wide-eyed.

A normal reaction from a normal being. “You could be resold into a brothel, where you will wish you were never born. Men will r**e you, men will beat you, and they will enjoy every single moment of your torture,” I stated coldly.

It wasn’t my intention to scare her but the more prepared she is for her position in all of this, the better adapted she will be.  If she is trained properly, she just might come out of this alive. She’ll need to stay alive if she plans on getting her revenge on me because I pray to the Gods it will be her to pull that trigger.