Omani and Duri found themselves in a peculiar and unsettling situation, seated uncomfortably within the confines of a mystically private room. The very atmosphere seemed to envelop them, as a misty, ethereal haze swirled and danced across the floor at their feet. Strands of delicate, pastel pink chiffon draped languidly from the walls, creating an almost dreamlike ambiance, yet the pair sat wedged awkwardly between what appeared to be fake foliage that only served to heighten their sense of unease.
At the center of this strange, secluded space stood a lone pole, its purpose unclear, while an assortment of drinks, lubricants, and condoms lay scattered nearby. The juxtaposition of these intimate, suggestive items against the mystical, almost spiritual atmosphere of the room left Omani and Duri feeling deeply uncomfortable.
Ivy walked into the widow's feathered robe. Her pink hair is a loose beehive. "Gentlemen," she purred softly. "Any request?" She stepped onto the stage. "I can be anything you want," she whispered with a sweet smile, disrobing, revealing a light pink corset bodysuit, pearls and feathers floated everywhere.
"Ivy" Duri stared at her with a scowl. "We are here to talk about Vinny" Ivy looked shocked between the two men.
"I don't know what you are talking about" Ivy kept up the sweet bubbly facade.
Omani rolled his eyes. "Put the robe back on, Ivy," he gestured to the robe laying on the floor.
Ivy looked between the men, knowing exactly what this was. She sat down at the end of the stage and pulled out a cigarette. "What do you want?" The perkiness was gone, replaced by a pessimistic woman.
Duri and Omani looked at each other, then turned to the pessimistic stripper. "We are looking for Vinny" Duri turned back to Ivy.
She took a puff of her cigarette, exhaling; the smoke swirling around the room. "I haven't seen him in a few weeks" Ivy looked down at her fingers, flickering the dirt that sat there.
"Where can we find him?" Omani sneered, getting impatient.
"I don't know" Ivy blew more smoke out.
Duri looked at Omani, seeing the rage filter through his face. "I gonna ask you that one more time" Duri leaned forward with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "And keep in mind that we," he gestured between himself and Omani, "are a little impatient and I have no control over him if you don't answer honestly." he comment. "Where can we find him?" He hissed, pointing emphasis on every word.
"I don't…" before the words could fall out of Ivy's mouth, Omani had her in a choke hold.
Omani stood up, lifting her with no effort at all. "Sorry, I can't hear you," Duri teased with a sadistic smile.
"He…had many places," she choked out, tears running down her cheeks, smudging her mascara. "each place had its purpose" she struggled, grabbing on his hand.
"What about captors? A place for them?" Duri picked up a glass of champagne and drank it casually.
"I don't…" Ivy began to say, but Omani put my pressure on her neck. "Okay…okay" she whimpered, barely being able to speak. "There is an island off the coast of Australia. He takes his victim's there, he is taking her there," she coughed out.
Omani grip loosened a bit. "How do you know about her?" Omani demanded, his eyes staring daggers at hers.
"He always talks about her," Ivy gasped for air. "He said one day he will never return here, never return to me," she whimpered out. Omani just discarded her and she grasped for air, coughed and trying to breathe, as she crawled to the corner of the private room.
"Thank you for your cooperation," Duri smiled at Ivy, who stared at him through teary eyes.
In an instant, a single gunshot rang out, piercing her forehead with chilling precision. Her lifeless body crumpled to the ground, collapsing against the artificial foliage as mist swirled around her in an eerie dance.
….
Akari slowly opened her eyes, greeted by the crisp, clean white sheets that enveloped her body in a comforting warmth. As she became more aware of her surroundings, she could feel the gentle weight of Duri's arms draped over her waist, the deep, rhythmic sounds of his sleeping breaths enveloping her.
Gazing up, Akari's eyes met Duri's soft, adoring gaze, a tender smile playing on his lips as he watched over her. But Akari quickly shifted her attention to Omani, who leaned over her with a patient and loving expression etched into his features. Akari felt a swell of emotion as she looked up at him, tears suddenly welling in her eyes and spilling down her cheeks.
"You came," Akari whispered, too scared to break the atmosphere surrounding them.
"Always" Duri looked a bit hurt by the notion that Akari thought they wouldn't come.
"And forever," Omani whispered, backing up his partner's words.
"Don't ever leave me again," Akari uttered the promise.
"Never" Duri and Omani chorus together.
In an instant, the fleeting moment disappeared. Akari woke, revealing the familiar sight of the luxuriant, emerald garden that extended beyond the transparent sliding doors. Yet, despite the tranquil scenery, a sense of dread enveloped her being as she realized she had returned to the depths of torment.
Vinny sat on the edge of the bed. His shoulders were dangerously hunched and his breathing shallow. "After everything," he whispered eerily, standing and moving around the bed. "After the guilt, the pain and the money I spent getting you back to health," Vinny stared down at Akari's body. "You moaned their names so casually"
Akari shook her head. Her throat hurt to speak. "I have no control over my dreams. I have never touched them, they never touched me. Just dreams," Akari pleaded, saying whatever to him, trying to stay as safe as possible.
Vinny's eyes turned so dark with a grimace smile that she shivered. "then I will erase them from your mind," he growled, moving closer to her.
"Please…" Akari struggled, shaking her head, tearing up softly.
Vinny moved towards Akari, his eyes filled with a primal desire that she could not ignore. Despite her pleading, he was unyielding in his advances, his lips capturing hers in a tender, sensual kiss that left her breathless. The gentle caress of his mouth sent tingles down her spine, awakening a deep, aching need within her.
As his kisses trailed downward, Vinny's tongue danced across the delicate skin of her nipple, pulling it into his warm, wet mouth. He swirled his tongue expertly, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from Akari as the sensation overwhelmed her. The feeling was so soft, so tender, it made her stomach flip with unbridled desire.
This differed from before, no longer the rough, unforgiving touch, but a reverent exploration of her body that left her aching for more. Vinny's tongue continued its sensual journey, dipping between Akari's trembling thighs to lick away the pain he had inflicted earlier. The delicate strokes of his tongue brought her to the very edge of orgasmic bliss, only to pull away, leaving her craving for the aftercare, the healing touch she so desperately needed.
It wasn't about him anymore. In this moment, Akari craved that soothing, tender connection to soothe the hurt he had caused, to bring her back from the brink and into a state of blissful, all-consuming release.
Akari looked at him, wondering why he stopped, but Vinny stared at her with malicious eyes. "Beg" he nodded.
"What?" Akari's voice was raw with desire.
"Beg for it," Vinny demanded. He began to unbuckle his pants.
"Plea…" Before Akari could finish her sentence, Vinny entered her deeply.
Vinny's thrusts grew more passionate and purposeful as he felt Akari's body begin to open up and respond to his touch. With each driving motion, he could sense her inhibitions melting away, her muscles relaxing and her breath quickening.
The chains that bound her rattled softly, a delicate, primal soundtrack to their intimate encounter. Vinny showered Akari's face with tender kisses, his lips grazing her cheeks, her eyelids, her trembling lips. As his thrusting intensified, Akari arched her back in ecstasy, her body betraying the conflicting emotions raging within her.
Part of her craved this deep connection, this feeling of being taken and possessed. But another part of her recoiled, the lingering wounds of past trauma resurfacing. Vinny sensed this internal struggle and, rather than easing up, he pressed his advantage, emotionally manipulating Akari's desperate need for intimacy. Each thrust pulled her closer to the brink of orgasmic release, and try as she might, Akari found herself powerless to resist.
With a final, shuddering climax, she surrendered completely, tears streaming down her face as she gasped for the emotional healing that continued to elude her. Vinny reveled in his triumph, having used Akari's emotions against her in the most intimate of ways.