At the bottom of the stairs, they stepped into another hallway-luxurious but eerily silent.
Red bulbs glowed overhead in neat rows, casting a dim light. The walls were lined with paintings of cigarettes and liquor bottles, their colors faded.
Identical gray doors stretched down both sides of the corridor. All except one ahead.
It stood out-wide, larger than the rest and painted pitch black
They stopped at a gray door. The other man kicked it open, revealing a surprisingly large bathroom.
They stepped inside.
Just then, another gray door creaked open-only a few steps from the black door.
A guy stepped out. And he looked unreal.
A translucent pink shirt clung to his body. Baggy cream pants and spotless white sneakers completed his stylish, effortless and dangerous look.
Cream-colored hair fell messily over his forehead. Gold chains hung around his neck and three earrings adorned each ear.
Yeah, he was hot. The kind of hot that made you look twice... maybe four times.
Behind him came a man in a sharp black suit. His face was cold like he hadn't smiled in years.
Two more men followed, clearly bodyguards. They opened the black door and went inside.
Back in the bathroom, the place was a mess.
A big bathtub sat in the corner, with torn panties, bras, and clothes thrown all around. A shower was present.
Novella was dropped roughly to the cold tiled floor. Her body hit the ground with a heavy thud and she gasped.
Her breathing was quick and shallow.
She stayed still, eyes wide and scared as the man who dropped her knelt down next to her.
Without warning, he grabbed the bottom of her sweater and ripped it off fast.
"W-what?" she stammered, her voice barely a whisper as she quickly wrapped her arms around herself.
"Say one more word and I'll cut your throat" he growled.
She swallowed hard, her heart pounding loudly.
Wasn't she just at the bar drinking some minutes ago? And now, she ended up here, trapped in the hands of two dangerous strangers.
Her thoughts were cut short when the man reached toward her gown, ready to tear it, but she quickly shifted back.
She stood up from the floor and stumbled backward on shaky legs.
But the second man shoved her back down, grabbed her wrists and pinned her hands to the floor.
"Ahhh, let go of me" she gasped, struggling.
The first man smirked, grabbed her ankles with one hand and trapped her completely.
"You're not going anywhere. Not now. Not ever"
Before she could react, he grabbed her gown and yanked it open from top to bottom, tearing the fabric clean through. She was left in just her bra and panties.
Her face burned with shame as his lustful eyes slowly dragged over her exposed body.
He licked his lips and a sickening feeling twisted in her stomach.
Disgusting