"Yes. Under one circumstance." He gave her a pair of cold eyes that made her skin crawl.
Damn, I should've brought Big Boy.
She thought, watching the man.
"If you can stand one week withhim,you’ll get one hundred grand," the man instructed, but who the fuck washimand why did she have to stay?
"Him?" she asked as her legs began to shake with fear. "I can't stay with a guy. I have a boyfriend," she whined on the verge of crying.
"You really don't have a choice. Either you do it or you die," the man offered, forgetting that she was a slot winner.
Or at least that was what she thought.
"I can't stay . . . I have to go . . ." She tried to get up and leave, but the men blocked the doorway. "Please. I don't want the money. I just wanna go. Please," she begged, and it only ignited Mr. Kingly.
"Take her to Kasim," the man commanded, and the large men literally picked Dallas up off her feet.
As they carried her down a long, dark hall, Dallas began screaming for someone to help her. However, no one could hear her tumultuous screams down below. The closer she got to the door, her rapid heartbeats sped up, and thick beads ofsweat formed on her forehead. As she was dragged through the cold, damp corridors, her heart continued to race with fear. The only sound was the echo of her own ragged breathing and the scraping of her feet against the rough stone floor.
Suddenly, she was thrown into a dark, musty room that looked like a dungeon of some sort. The door slammed shut behind her, and she heard the sound of rusty hinges and the clanging of metal as the door was locked.
Dallas stumbled forward—her hands outstretched in front of her. She blinked in the dim light, trying to adjust her eyes to the darkness. As she looked around, she noticed stone walls and a low, vaulted ceiling. The air was thick with the scent of mold and decay. The only light came from a few candles that flickered on a tarnished metal table in the corner of the room. The flames cast eerie shadows on the walls, making it seem as though the darkness itself was moving and twisting around her.
Maybe this is just some sick joke. Maybe it's a part of the winnings.
She thought, hoping that was the exact reason. Suddenly, a frame appeared in view. A large frame of a man or maybe a beast. His eyes flashed with anger, and he let out a mighty roar. He stood panting, his chest heaving with exertion. The candles seemed to flicker back to life, casting their gentle glow over the dungeon once more.
As she turned to leave, she heard a faint whisper that was a deep and heavy bass.
"Get out while you still can," the man warned.
He stepped closer into view, and Dallas let out a horrific scream that could have killed her right there where she stood.
He stood proud in his own shadow, his eyes fixed intently on her. Dallas's heart skipped a beat as she took in his appearance. He was tall with broad shoulders and a powerful build. His skin was a deep, burnished gold, and his hair was a wild tangle of black locs that fell to his shoulders. But it was his face that truly caught her attention. His features were strong and chiseled with high cheekbones and a sharp jawline. His eyes were a piercing brown with pupils that seemed to gleam in the dim light.
Dallas felt an electric shock run through her body as she gazed at him. He was handsome, but there was something unsettling about him, something that made her feel like he was not quite human.
If you can stand one week with him, you'll get one hundred grand.
Dallas thought of the man's words. Now that she was looking into the beast-like man's eyes, she saw a resemblance. A cold, dark, and deceiving resemblance. Her vocal cords were trapped inside her throat, so she couldn’t utter a single word. She had to figure out how to get released because there was no way in hell she could stay here; no matter the amount of money.
3
KASIM
I'd break her little ass pussy into two parts.
Kasim thought, staring at Dallas's small frame. He was still upset that he had to go through with it. He stared into her pensive eyes. He knew she was afraid, and she had every reason to be. She was trapped in a damn dungeon with a complete stranger. A stranger who was unfriendly. A stranger who hated humanity. A stranger that would break her down in a heartbeat.
The sounds of her weeps only made things worse. Kasim was used to women throwing themselves at him. The women that his father brought into his chambers were stone cold freaks. Even the ones that were contest winners that didn't careabout their winnings. They were wives with wild fantasies. Their obsession was to be locked away with Kasim for an eternity.
"Can you please tell them to let me out? I don't wanna be here. I know my family is looking for me. My boyfriend is looking for me. Please." Dallas's voice was settled.
Kasim looked at her with an estranged glare because the mention of her boyfriend didn't sit well with him. It only sent him into a rage. Another roar escaped his mouth, causing Dallas to jump with fear. She wasn't sure what she said that made him react aggressively.
Kasim's eyes blazed with anger as he stared at the beautiful woman before him. Her words had cut deep, striking a chord within him that he couldn't ignore.
"How dare you." He growled, his voice low and menacing.
