slavery ring and dragged over to Europe to be used as a sex puppet for the rest of my life. Or what if I was in some serial killer’s den and I was going to be chained up, tortured, and killed in some basement dungeon? All the possibilities paralyzed me and I broke out into a cold sweat.
Calisto led me to the centre of the circle and sat in the seventh empty seat. Everyone was watching me with penetrating stares, their expressions hidden behind those damned masks. At least I was wearing one as well.
Shadow stood by the large bay windows, staring out into the night as if he could n’t care less of what was going on in the room.
One man, wearing a red mask with a black scorpion pattern on it, broke the silence with his acidic tone of voice. “Take off your mask.”
This mask was all I had to hide myself from these people. With the mask off, they could see the fear and desperation on my face, things that any demented predator probably got off on.
I shook my head. “No.”
“You’ve got nothing to hide from us honey,” Calisto said sweetly. “My friends just want to see what a pretty girl you are.”
I felt my last bit of strength in me erode away, like stone pillars crumbling into dust. I was at my wits end.
“Please don’t kill me or sell me into slavery,” I blurted out, resisting the urge to fall to my knees and beg, figuring that once I was off my feet, they weren’t going to allow me to return to them.
There was a moment of silence amongst the circle. I noticed that even Shadow had turned his attention away from the window, glancing in my direction.
And then they all broke out into laughter.
I was baffled.
“Oh dear,” Abraham said. “I always said that communication amongst our group needs to be better. I believe you misunderstood our intentions for you Aria.”
“You guys kidnapped me,” I cried. “And now you won’t let me go home. What the hell am I supposed to think?”
“I assure you, what we want is not sinister in nature,” Abraham said. “Just like I promised you in the car, you will not be physically harmed.”
“You know, if the roles were reversed, I could understand why our little Golden Virgin would be so anxious,” Mr. Fox said. “Perhaps if we showed her ours, she’d be more inclined to show us hers.”
“I don’t want to see anything from you sick perverts,” I retaliated. I heard a sigh come from Mr. Fox, and then he slowly removed his mask to reveal a handsome young man in his mid-twenties. He had sparkling emerald eyes and a bright smile that complimented his sun-kissed hair and fair skin. His grin displayed a boyish charm that could melt hearts.
“Lincoln Richards,” he introduced himself, “Owner of First Light Media Corporation. I’m sure you watched a movie or twenty produced by my company.”
“You’ve seen me without my mask on already,” Calisto said from behind me. Instinctively I turned around. Her mask was now removed and resting in her hand. “Hopefully I don’t look a day older since we last met.”
Abraham was the next to remove his mask and he smiled at me. “Cheers,” he said.
Sitting next to him was a thin, grey-haired man wearing a red and black kabuki mask. He removed it, revealing a sophisticated looking Asian man in his early fifties. Despite his age, he was still very attractive with a mature and distinguished look about him.
“James Takeshi,” he said. “As my name suggests, I own Takeshi Technology.”
I was astounded. Takeshi was the top brand in entertainment technology, taking the world by storm and driving down the market shares of all its competitors in only five years.
To Takeshi’s right was a large man wearing the mask of a golden lion. He removed it, revealing the proud and strong chiseled face of an African American man. He looked at me with intense fire in his dark brown eyes.
“I am Brevin West,” he said, with a slight yet traceable island accent, “Owner of the Majestic Glory Corporation, the
Calisto led me to the centre of the circle and sat in the seventh empty seat. Everyone was watching me with penetrating stares, their expressions hidden behind those damned masks. At least I was wearing one as well.
Shadow stood by the large bay windows, staring out into the night as if he could n’t care less of what was going on in the room.
One man, wearing a red mask with a black scorpion pattern on it, broke the silence with his acidic tone of voice. “Take off your mask.”
This mask was all I had to hide myself from these people. With the mask off, they could see the fear and desperation on my face, things that any demented predator probably got off on.
I shook my head. “No.”
“You’ve got nothing to hide from us honey,” Calisto said sweetly. “My friends just want to see what a pretty girl you are.”
I felt my last bit of strength in me erode away, like stone pillars crumbling into dust. I was at my wits end.
“Please don’t kill me or sell me into slavery,” I blurted out, resisting the urge to fall to my knees and beg, figuring that once I was off my feet, they weren’t going to allow me to return to them.
There was a moment of silence amongst the circle. I noticed that even Shadow had turned his attention away from the window, glancing in my direction.
And then they all broke out into laughter.
I was baffled.
“Oh dear,” Abraham said. “I always said that communication amongst our group needs to be better. I believe you misunderstood our intentions for you Aria.”
“You guys kidnapped me,” I cried. “And now you won’t let me go home. What the hell am I supposed to think?”
“I assure you, what we want is not sinister in nature,” Abraham said. “Just like I promised you in the car, you will not be physically harmed.”
“You know, if the roles were reversed, I could understand why our little Golden Virgin would be so anxious,” Mr. Fox said. “Perhaps if we showed her ours, she’d be more inclined to show us hers.”
“I don’t want to see anything from you sick perverts,” I retaliated. I heard a sigh come from Mr. Fox, and then he slowly removed his mask to reveal a handsome young man in his mid-twenties. He had sparkling emerald eyes and a bright smile that complimented his sun-kissed hair and fair skin. His grin displayed a boyish charm that could melt hearts.
“Lincoln Richards,” he introduced himself, “Owner of First Light Media Corporation. I’m sure you watched a movie or twenty produced by my company.”
“You’ve seen me without my mask on already,” Calisto said from behind me. Instinctively I turned around. Her mask was now removed and resting in her hand. “Hopefully I don’t look a day older since we last met.”
Abraham was the next to remove his mask and he smiled at me. “Cheers,” he said.
Sitting next to him was a thin, grey-haired man wearing a red and black kabuki mask. He removed it, revealing a sophisticated looking Asian man in his early fifties. Despite his age, he was still very attractive with a mature and distinguished look about him.
“James Takeshi,” he said. “As my name suggests, I own Takeshi Technology.”
I was astounded. Takeshi was the top brand in entertainment technology, taking the world by storm and driving down the market shares of all its competitors in only five years.
To Takeshi’s right was a large man wearing the mask of a golden lion. He removed it, revealing the proud and strong chiseled face of an African American man. He looked at me with intense fire in his dark brown eyes.
“I am Brevin West,” he said, with a slight yet traceable island accent, “Owner of the Majestic Glory Corporation, the
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