The alarm beeped incessantly. At the back, the corridor was goosey. The air smelled dump, like a slaughter house or something unexplainable as he neared the washroom. The door was wide open as he made a turn. A girl at the center, on her knees, both arms and legs tired up in a crucial manner. She seemed to be yelling, NO! She was warning him to stay away. Yes, she was trying to say, 'don't come near, please stay away.'
It was Maeia. He did recognize her.
He felt his adrenaline running faster. His heart beat was like the heavy war drums, his chest heaved up as he inhaled, he knew he was in trouble too.
He took the first step and the girl stares at him with big watery eyes. Despite her warning him, he didn't take caution. The door was open. He took the next step and saw a man behind the door from the corner of his eyes. He hid partially behind the door. His hair erected as fear pumped into him.
"YOU!" He shouted as he lifted his arm to block the incoming blow. But he was slow on action. He spits blood as his nose bled. Time never existed in his world of state. He sprawled on the floor before identifying his assaulter. He couldn't believe if it was a hallucination or what. But who ever was causing trouble was not the man who looked like trouble. Maybe he doesn't recognize me, he thought as he tried to lift himself up.
He wanted to call out his name but his lips were swollen. Only an inaudible whisper came out.
'Why?' He couldn't understand. He wanted to stand up but his head was dizzy. The man stood a step away from him. A metallic rod in his arm. His face was cold, but there was a wide grin as he swept the rod down on him.
Mae wriggled on the floor but she was as helpless as a fly. For Bryan, that was the last bit of memory he had before he felt a strange pain behind his head and fell unconscious.
Mae screamed her soul out. The man strode around her tapping and dragging a bloody rod on the floor causing a fearsome screech.
"For you, you go with me." He lifted her from behind. All the while grinning and licking her neck.
He was going to do something bad to her. She tried to fight back but only fell on the floor with him on top ripping off her clothes. Her screams and strangles were futile. The man was in a rush. She could feel the hotness in him. He was a maniac.
At her left, her servant's dead body stared at her. On the right was her crush, his black hair covered in clots of blood. He looked like a zombie.
He pulls a knife from a scabbard on his waist and lays it on her neck.
"I swear I will kill you if you scream!" He warns her as he kiss her cheek. He removes the clothe from her mouth and cups his hand over instead.
"I love it when you moan." He whispers in her ears as he unzipped his trouser.
*****
The sound of wails could be heard from afar, maybe on the upper floor or below. She couldn't concentrate. She knew the police would save her but now she doubted. Blooded oozed over her neck from a slight cut. Her hands tied to the sink. Her legs were spread apart as the maniac played with her oasis.
She could feel the hot rod rubbing againest her bean. Her tears had dried up, only visible scratch marks were visible around her neck.
She could think of nothing. She wished to die. The police were yet to take action. Her hopes had long died. She was surrendering her virginity to this maniac for exchange with a life she would never wish for.
She closed her eyes as she felt a slight thrust from the rod. It was over. He was going to reap her maidenhood. She could feel her hymen expanding. What she felt was pain. Yet the game was yet to begin.
"You soo tight sweerie. Maybe this may help." He leans over to kiss her lips again. He spat on the rod's head and slightly spread the thick saliva around her p**sy.
She almost gave in.
"Leave me alone." She sobbed. She didn't wish for this to happen. Yet the man was beginning to be erotic.
"Please leave me alone." She kept crying as he played around with her feelings. He didn't have haste to make her a woman. He knew he had enough time for this.
"You love this." He finally spoke caressing her tits in his rough hands. "Speak you dirty bitch!"
He roared.
She had no words to say. Only a thanks to her protector, he had yet to penetrate and break the seal.
She could feel his lust grow again,this time becoming bigger and thicker. He seemed unable to control it. 'It's over.' She cried as she felt it knocking the entrance.
She had to scream. She screamed!
*****
FROM OUTSIDE MIAMI the police cleared all people and restricted anyone from going near the building. The media swarmed over like bees to capture the news.
It was all over the media.
'BREAKING NEWS!! Miami restaurant under siege.'
What was so special?
Miami was not other but the deputy presidents own investment. It was a political war going on. When the elephants fight, the grass dries. The police were already in action. Working hand in hand with SWAT to clear and save. A bomb was suspected to have been fixed, as from the information they had.
Having successfully penetrated the unsecured restaurant, SWAT moved into action. Diving themselves and changing locations checking any bomb signals all over the building. Only a couple of terrorist were holding hostage but that seemed not to be a big deal as it took less than 15 minutes to eliminate them and free the hostages at a cost of 1 innocent live though.
On the 2nd floor along the very corridor leading to the washrooms, the bomb signal turned red and beeped leading them to the washrooms.
They moved tactically. Silently. But before they could allocate anything, a deafening scream echoed from within.