The Love Of Money - Episode 168
29-07-25 (17:37)
My words trailed off. I was too tired to even finish the
sentence.
"Where are... Emily"
Neither of them said anything to me. I simply shut my
eyes and let myself be carried back into the
warehouse, sure I would probably die there. Once
again, I felt darkness overtake me.
My shins blossomed in pain as I felt something hard
strike across them, and my eyes flew open... or tried to.
Once again, a blindfold had been placed over them,
preventing me from seeing who had just struck me.
"What!?" I bellowed, my voice coming out rough and a
little hoarse.
"Someone wants to have a word with you," Leader
sald. I could hear him standing just to my right.
"I'm not speaking to anyone until someone tells me
what's happened to my people," I muttered.
No one said anything for a long moment, and I simply
sat there in the chair, my head dropping back to my
chest as I listened to the silence. Finally, someone said,
"Would you give us the room, gentlemen?"
It was a woman. Her voice was cool and collected.
"Everybody out," the leader said, and I listened as
several sets of footsteps began to fade. Nothing was
said until everyone else was gone and the door shut. I
sat there in silence, shivering, naked, and cold as water
continued to drip off my body, not bothering to start a
conversation. Every time I did, I'd been punished for it
without receiving a single damn answer.
Finally, the woman asked a question. "Did you receive a
flash drive from your grandfather?"
It took me a second to register what she asked, and
even though I understood the words, the question
didn't make sense. "What?"! asked.
"Did you receive a flash drive from your grandfather?"
I looked in her direction despite not being able to see
anything." heard you. I just don't understand."
"Do you know what a flash drive is?"
"Yeah."
"Then I fail to see what the issue is."
"What the issue is?" I laughed at the absurdity of the
situation. "Lady, I've been beaten for god knows how
long. I don't know how long I've been here, but I've
been asking what people want for hours, and no one
will tell me a goddamn thing. I keep asking after my
friends, and no one will answer me! Now, when I
finally have someone who will actually talk to me,
they're asking me about some flash drive my grandpa
gave me?"
"That's correct."
"Who the fuck are you!?"
"Mr. Upton, that hardly matters. What does matter is
that you're tied naked to a chair. You've been abused
by mercenaries, and no one knows where' you are.
Emily and Natashya-"
"What about them?" asked, latching onto the first I'd
heard of them since waking up here. "Are they alright?"
"Are being held against their will," she continued. "The
only thing that matters is that we can release you and
your friends if you cooperate."
"You haven't even given me the chance to cooperate!" I
shouted. I was fucking done. Whoever this monotone
bitch was, she was pissing me off, suggesting that I
was the unreasonable one.
"I'm giving you that chance now," she said.
I stared in her general direction and considered my
options now that I was getting information to work
with, no matter how minuscule. I had no idea what she
was talking about. I didn't know anything about a flash
drive. Maybe there had been one among my
grandfather's possessions. I hadn't exactly been
thorough when searching through everything I had
inherited. I'd been a little busy.
Still... whoever this woman was, she obviously didn't
know that. I wasn't sure if they really had Emily or
Natashya, but if this was what they were after, and
they obviously needed me alive for it, then this was the
only card I had to play. I needed to bluff.
"You want the flash drive?" I said. "I want to see my
friends first."
The woman didn't reply, but I heard her approach me.
Her footsteps reported her walking past and circling me
before coming to a stop somewhere' directly behind me.
I felt fingertips lightly brush up one arm to my shoulder,
and then a paim gently rested there.
"I'm aware of how you've been treated so far, Mr.
Upton," the woman said. Her fingers danced over the
damp skin around my collarbone before dipping down
to play with the wet hair on my chest
"You've been beaten across your back with a military-
grade truncheon, received two successive concussions,
and likely have a fractured tibia. You've been punched
and slapped across the face repeatedly by two different
men. You're bleeding from three different places along
your scalp. You've been urinated on, sprayed with a fire
hose, stripped, deprived of sleep, waterboarded, and
haven't eaten for the duration of your captivity. You've
endured more than most... all without a request from
your captors."
Her hand snaked down my abdomen and traced
undiscenable patterns around my belly button. I could
feel her breath on my face, and I bit my lip as I felt
that familiar surge in my groin. I didn't exactly find this
situation to be much of a turn-on, but soft tenderness
felt so much more intense after having experienced so
much abuse. Despite my sore muscles screaming at me
and the shivering I was doing from exposure, I could
feel my cock begin to stir as those fingers came
dangerously close. It was strange, though. Her touch
suggested intimacy and warmth, but her voice still held
a certain coldness, making the situation even more
confusing.
"I'm sure you're aware of the proverb 'It's easier to
catch flies with honey than vinegar," she continued.
Warm fingertips brushed my cock near the root, causing
it to jump as i sucked in a breath of air, hardly believing
what was happening to me. I didn't know what to say.
I didn't dare say anything. If I'd learned anything about
myself over the last two weeks, it was that, like other
men, I had an Achilles heel when it came to being
seduced by hot women. I'd made some questionable
decisions, and considering my predicament, I couldn't
trust myself to make even worse choices
"I'm sure you would find my skills in pleasuring men
preferable to being beaten, and I would make sure the
latter stopped altogether." Her fingers wrapped around
my thickening member, and I
clenched my teeth so she couldn't have the satisfaction
of hearing my groan.
After everything I'd suffered, what she was doing now
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