Again, every inch of Kasim was pushed into the woman's tunnel. The screams that expelled deeply from the woman's voice made Dallas anticipate her position. Her body grew hot, her breathing had become faint, and a sudden gush of liquids flowed from her body.
Dallas looked down at her pants, and the wet spot that could be visibly seen embarrassed her. She wasn't sure what had just happened, but she was torn between feeling good and pure disgust. Dallas ran off and buried herself in a corner then began to weep. She knew after this she wouldn't be able to face him, so she would stay like this until the remainder of her time.
Six more days.
***
Waking up from a tainted slumber, Dallas wiped the slight drool from her mouth and yawned. She was having a bad dream, so she was happy she had awakened from it, but it wasn't a dream after all. The dingy walls, the flicker of candles, and the smell of sex in the air reminded her of what transpired yesterday. She had slept the entire day, still wearing the same jeans with a large stain in the crouch.
She removed them, only wearing her panties. She wanted so badly to look for a sink to wash them, but she was too afraid to facehim. She hadn't heard a peep from him since she locked herself away in the room.
The sound of clunky latches made Dallas stop to listen. She wasn't sure if it was Kasim entering or leaving, but she didn't move. The sound of the man's voice that brought her into the chambers spoke suddenly as he demanded she come with him. She looked at her pants and wondered if she should put them on, but then the man would think she was some sick pervert if she didn’t.
"Where am I going?" she asked hesitantly, hoping he'd sayhome.
"To shower for Kasim. It's time for dinner."
Dinner? Damn, what time is it?
She thought because she expected it to still be morning.
Well, at least they feed people since they got a bitch held captive.
"Those won't be necessary," the man referred to her stained pants.
Dallas stood to her feet and followed the man out of the room. He led her in the opposite direction, that they had originally come from, into a room with about four doors. There was a red dress hanging on one of the stalls along with clean linen and Dove soap.
Assuming the dress was the attire she was due to wear, Dallas quickly walked into the stall and turned on the hot water. She wondered why was the dress so elegant for a place like this, but she dared to ask any questions. Everything in the entire establishment was just too damn weird. The people. The guards. And especially the father. She couldn't wait until the day she was freed because the first thing she'd do was go to the authorities.
Stepping into the hot water, Dallas's mind began to wonder. She wondered why no one was brought down because everything they were doing had to be illegal. It was kidnapping at a definite, and there was no telling what went on in the other rooms. The place was huge with many doors. She knew now what Mama meant and she wished she had listened.
After lathering her soap and soaping her body, Dallas stepped out of the stall, running right into the man. Thank God she was wrapped into a towel because he would have seen her whole ass. The man quickly stepped out into the hall, so this told her there weren't any predatory acts happening in the establishment.
She quickly slid into the dress then stepped up to look into the mirror. Her hair was a mess, and it definitely didn't go with the gown. Shrugging her shoulders, she felt good to finallybe clean. The moment she stepped out of the restroom area, she became nervous, knowing she'd have to face Kasim.
She was led to another room in the same direction, and there he was. She knew it was him, even from the back. His locs were pulled back, and he wore a suit that he looked like he'd bust out of. Dallas couldn't help but notice how good he looked. The velvet suit coat complemented the black jeans he wore. He wore a burgundy bow tie that matched the color of Dallas's dress along with burgundy cufflinks.
On the other side of him, Dallas could see the flicker of candles that set on the decorated table. Had it not been this situation, the scenery would have been beautiful. Kasim didn't bother turning around when he heard them step into the room, but the moment Dallas was in his eye view, he began to lust over the change of clothes.
5
KASIM
Kasim's gaze was trapped in hers, and he felt like he was drowning in the depths of her eyes. She tried to look away, but she couldn't. They both watched each other with lust. No words were exchanged, but the sound of Arnold's food trays rambled in the air. Kasim ignored the man as he set the trays down in front of them. He continued to look into Dallas’s eyes and felt a sense of trepidation. She was beautiful.
It only enraged him more that he had to put her through something so terrifying. She wasn't no Juanita, nor Elaina. She was far from the hood, in a place that wasn't for someone of her nature. When she finally dropped her head, it fucked him up mentally. Just as bad as she, Kasim wished the days would go by. He wanted her free without so much as laying a hand on her.
When Dallas finally opened the tray, it made Kasim relax. He watched her as she began picking through the food. Kasim found even her chewing was appealing along with the way she brushed a simple strand of hair behind her ear.
Dallas began to fidget because she felt Kasim watching her. She tried hard to focus on her meal, but he wouldn't stop his staring.
"You know you're like a fucking weirdo. Can I eat in peace, please?"
"Watch that weirdo word before I show you a weirdo."
"It's too late for that. All you mothafuckas are weird. Candle light fucking dinner while I'm being held captive." Dallas sarcastically rolled her eyes.
Kasim didn't find her smart mouth cute. The shit sent him into a complete rage. Without warning, Kasim flipped the table over onto its back. The food went flying, candles began to burn the tablecloth, and the sound of Kasim's roar made Dallas jump in fear. She ran off into the corner of the room, but because they weren't in Kasim's chambers, she had nowhere to run.
