Chapter 17

The insistent ringing of my phone jolted me from my post-shopping reverie. A glance at the screen revealed another familiar number – Sebastian's assistant. My stomach clenched, a knot of unease forming in my gut.
"Yvonne," came the voice through the receiver, laced with a hint of urgency. "There's been another problem with the footage. Apparently, a crucial scene from yesterday's reshoot was corrupted. Sebastians needs you back on set immediately."
This was getting ridiculous. Two reshoots in one day? The whole thing was weird. But maybe Sebastian was off his game because he was shooting again. Stil I had no choice – refusing would just be a waste of the opportunity I'd already paid for.
"Alright, I'm on my way," I sighed, forcing a calm tone into my voice.
"Excellent," the assistant replied, a touch too enthusiastically. "We'll send a car to pick you up. It should be there in about ten minutes."
A car? That was unusual. They usually just expected me to hail a cab, and how did they know where I was in the first place? I wanted to ask, but exhaustion clouded my judgment, and I brushed aside the nagging suspicion. All I wanted was to get this over with and escape the suffocating atmosphere of Jason's headquarters.
Ten minutes later, a sleek black car pulled up in front of the store. A chauffeur, clad in a dark suit and sunglasses, emerged from the vehicle and held the door open for me. He offered a curt nod by way of greeting, his demeanor as cold and impersonal as the car itself.
Slipping into the back seat, I sank into the plush leather upholstery. The air conditioning hummed softly, a stark contrast to the stifling heat of the city. Fatigue washed over me in waves, the events of the day finally catching up. Before I knew it, my eyelids grew heavy, and I drifted off to sleep.

A jarring jolt woke me from my slumber. Disoriented, I sat up, my heart pounding a frantic tattoo against my ribs. The world around me was blurry, the plush interior of the car replaced by a stark, unfamiliar room. Panic surged through me as I realized I was lying on a cold, hard floor, my wrists and ankles bound with thick rope. To my utter horror, I was completely naked.
The room was dimly lit, the only source of light was a single bare bulb hanging precariously from the ceiling. The air was thick with the metallic tang of something else – something musky and unfamiliar.
A low chuckle echoed through the room, sending shivers down my spine. A large figure emerged from the shadows, his form shrouded in darkness. He stopped just out of reach, his presence a looming threat.
"Welcome, Yvonne," he said, his voice a low rasp that sent chills down my spine. "We've been expecting you."
The blood drained from my body, leaving me cold. Terror choked my voice, the enormity of my situation crashing down on me like a tidal wave.
"Let me go. Someone help me!"
Panic clawed at my throat, constricting my airways. My mind raced, searching for an escape plan, a hidden weapon, anything. But there was nothing, just the cold, hard floor beneath me and the suffocating darkness that pressed in from all sides. Tears streamed down my face, blurring my vision further.
A guttural laugh, devoid of humor, echoed in the room. The sound sent another jolt of terror through me. The figure in the shadows shifted, taking a step closer. The dim light caught the glint of a metal object held loosely in his hand. My breath hitched in my throat. A knife?
Suddenly, the room creaked open again. Another figure entered, shrouded in the same darkness as the first. They spoke in hushed tones, their words unintelligible to my ears. But the sound of buttons being undone, belts being unbuckled, sent a fresh wave of terror crashing over me.
Were there two of them? The thought was paralyzing. A sob escaped my lips, a raw, primal sound of fear. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing myself invisible, fighting the rising tide of panic that threatened to engulf me.
The scrape of a chair on the floor shattered the silence. Heavy footsteps approached, stopping just beside me. A hand, rough and calloused, reached out and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up. I met a pair of cold, emotionless eyes staring down at me.
"Don't worry, little dove," he rasped, his voice laced with a cruel amusement. "This won't hurt a bit. In fact, you might even enjoy it."
The words sent a fresh wave of nausea churning in my stomach. Enjoy it? The sheer absurdity of his statement did nothing to quell the rising terror. I tried to scream, to fight back, but my voice was trapped in my throat, my body frozen in a state of paralyzing fear.
Just as his face leaned closer, the smell of his stale breath a foul assault on my senses. He was masked. he mashed his lips against mine. I bit him.
"Bitch!"
He struck me hard across the face. He climbed over me. With a surge of adrenaline, I bucked my hips, throwing my weight. The sudden movement caught him off guard and he fell aside. I rolled onto my side and kicked out.
"Someone help me!" I screamed. "Someone--"
He struck me again. One of them hooked their fingers in my mouth, and the familiar salty taste of a cock filled my mouth. They held my mouth open as the man thrusted into my mouth, groaning above me.
I tried to bite him, to fight, but my ears were ringing. I barely managed to close my mouth enough to scrape my teeth across his cock. He cried out. His partner struck me again and shoved something cold and metal in my mouth. The man started fucking my mouth harder than before. The other pried my legs apart and pushed into me with no mercy. I screamed.
The pain grew. I couldn't breathe. The world dissolving into a kaleidoscope of swirling colors. The last thing I registered was the triumphant snarl of one of my captors before darkness claimed me.