Chapter 1296
"Let go of me!" Audrey screamed, realizing she'd been played. Quentin had no intention of releasing her; he was just toying with her. Fury flooded her as she thrashed against the ropes, but they held fast. Helplessly, she watched as Quentin's hands moved over her t-shirt.
"Damn, nice tits," Quentin muttered, grinding his finger into her breast, leaving a small indentation in the soft flesh. When he pulled away, her breast sprang back, its elasticity startling.
He'd been with plenty of busty women, but none with breasts like Audrey's. Most large breasts sagged, lost their shape without a bra. Fake ones might look firm, but they lacked the give, the weight.
Audrey's were definitely real. The feel, the tautness, was intoxicating. He'd thought Vanessa's were impressive, but they paled in comparison.
"You're a creep, Quentin," Audrey spat, her voice dripping with contempt. He was a vile, despicable human being. "You won't get away with this. What about karma?"
"Karma?" Quentin scoffed, grabbing her t-shirt and ripping it open. The cotton tore, transforming the round neck into a gaping maw that exposed her full, white breasts, which quivered with her struggles.
Quentin's breath hitched, his eyes widening with predatory hunger. Breasts like this usually belonged to larger women, not someone as slender as Audrey. The contrast, the unexpected abundance on her slim frame, was driving him wild. This was why he'd gone to such lengths to get her. She'd become an obsession.
Under Quentin's leering gaze, Audrey shuddered. This wasn't her first kidnapping, but last time she'd been unconscious, spared this mental torment. Now, forced to endure Quentin's violation, she finally understood what Violet had gone through.
She couldn't let him humiliate her like this. She'd rather die. Her face hardened with resolve, her voice trembling slightly. "Quentin, if you don't stop, I'll kill myself."
Quentin paused, momentarily considering her words. Then, a cruel smile twisted his lips. "Audrey, sweetheart, even if you want to die, you'll have to wait your turn. I haven't had the pleasure of raping a corpse yet." He licked his lips suggestively.
Nausea roiled in Audrey's stomach. She hadn't anticipated such depravity. Maybe he was bluffing, trying to scare her, but she was bluffing too. Bound and helpless, she couldn't even hurt herself if she wanted to.
"Quentin, even if you were expelled, you're still young. You have a future. Why throw it all away? Think of your parents, your friends. How devastated would they be if they knew you'd become a rapist, a kidnapper? Let me go, turn yourself in. I'll testify for you. It's not too late to fix this."
When he didn't respond, she shifted tactics, drawing on her skills as a teacher. Threats wouldn't work with someone like Quentin; persuasion was her only hope.
"Audrey, you're so naive. Not like Vanessa. She didn't waste her breath with pleas when I took her." Quentin smirked. "Frankly, I'm doing a hell of a lot better now than I ever did at Sunset Valley High. I've got a sweet ride, making ten times the money, people working for me. Oliver, the County Executive… they're nothing to me now. Think about it, Audrey. Stick with me, and you'll live like a queen, better than some politician's wife. Your husband's in Imperial City, never comes home. Why wait for him?"
"Shut up!" Audrey snapped. "Go to hell, Quentin."
"You asked for it," Quentin snarled, his face darkening as he ripped her bra away, her full, heavy breasts swaying freely. Even without support, they held their shape, the tight, full flesh and deep cleavage making him imagine how good they'd feel in his mouth.
"Your tits seem bigger, Audrey. With your husband gone, is someone else helping you out? Been cheating on him?" He pinched her nipples, his eyes burning with lust. He'd missed his chance at her house; this time, he wouldn't fail.
As his fingers toyed with her sensitive nipples, involuntary tremors racked Audrey's body. A tingling numbness spread through her, a maddening itch starting in her core and radiating outward. Tears streamed down her face, shame and humiliation overwhelming her. "Quentin, please… please just let me go…"
"Don't be scared, Audrey. Just relax and enjoy it," Quentin murmured, his eyes blazing with a feverish intensity. He pressed his chest against her half-naked body, squeezing her full breasts. Their incredible elasticity, the intoxicating weight of them in his hands, sent his blood racing. His hands moved down to her rounded buttocks, kneading the firm flesh as his hardening cock ground against her.
"Get off me!" Audrey twisted and bucked, biting her lip, her body convulsing with fear and despair. She had no idea where she was, no way for Kevin to find her. Was this really how it would end? Raped by this monster?
Audrey's tears and struggles only fueled Quentin's desire to possess her. Unzipping his pants, he freed his erection, then yanked her jeans down to her knees, revealing her slender legs and black lace panties stretched taut over her swollen vulva. A small damp stain darkened the fabric.
"Already wet, Audrey? Didn't take you for the slutty type. Want me to fuck you?" he panted, gripping his cock with one hand and reaching for her panties with the other. "Let's have some fun, shall we?"
"No! Stop!" Audrey cried out.
At that moment, a deep, authoritative voice boomed from the doorway. Quentin froze, turning to see a man in his fifties standing there, dressed in a gray robe and cloth slippers, a string of prayer beads dangling from his hand. His eyes were sharp, his presence commanding.
"Jerome, what are you doing here?" Quentin stammered, startled, hastily pulling up his pants and approaching the man with a show of respect.
This was Jerome, rumored to be a former strategist for the Southern Gang, an advisor to Levi's father. Known for his cunning and ruthlessness, he was considered the brains of the operation. After Levi's father's death and the gang's subsequent collapse, Jerome had stayed behind, gathering the remaining members. When Levi returned, Jerome had handed over control, demonstrating absolute loyalty second only to Levi himself.
"I heard you brought in some women. Came to have a look. Levi's busy dealing with Jasper; don't be causing him any problems." Jerome smiled thinly, his eyes flicking towards Audrey. He recognized her instantly. Those G-cup breasts were hard to forget.
Quentin saw where Jerome was looking and panicked, assuming he was interested. He quickly stepped between them, forcing a smile. "Just an old girlfriend, Jerome. We had a little disagreement. Just teaching her a lesson. I'll let her go in a few days. No trouble."
"Is that so?" Jerome studied Quentin's nervous expression, recognizing the lie. He nodded slowly. "Send her to my room. I need someone to clean up."
"Jerome, I can't do that," Quentin blurted, his panic rising. "I have another… uh, guest. I'll send her to you instead."
"Don't play games with me. I want her." Jerome pointed at Audrey, his voice calm but edged with steel. "Untie her."
Quentin hesitated, weighing his options. Then, a chilling look in Jerome's dark eyes sent a shiver down his spine. Reality crashed down on him. Jerome was Levi's right-hand man, feared and respected even by Levi himself. Crossing him would have dire consequences, and there'd be no one to protect him. With a heavy heart, Quentin reluctantly approached Audrey and began to untie the ropes.
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