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Stung and Employed By The Wasp

The Harder You Fight, The Further You'll Fall

Once again I was thrown over this guy’s shoulder and he carried me, thrashing and kicking, down the staircase and down the dark hallway.

“Help! Somebody fucking help me!” I screamed.

Waiting at the end of the hall was no other but the super bitch Heather.

My hatred for her was now VERY VERY real.

“Someone’s in trouble.” She taunted me.

I went to reach out at her, but the guy carrying me swung me around to the other side of his body, away from her.

“Knock it off.” He growled.

Before I knew it, he opened up a door and I was tossed onto the wood floor in front of a large table.

“Ow.” I huffed.

“She’s a piece of work.” The man who dropped me stated.

“Fuck you.” I spat, getting to my feet and brushing myself off.

“Ryan’s going to love you.” A voice chuckled, which I quickly recognized as Chris’.

Finally looking up I recognized Ghost, Chris, and the man who had carried me here sitting around the table, all in a position where they were looking at me.

“Enough.” Chris barked, his sharp tone of voice piercing my ears.

“Please let me out.” I whispered, crossing my arms in frustration and fear.

Did I need a job?

Yes.

Was I willing to put up with some downsides to a job to get a bit more money?

No doubt, I needed to make a living for myself.

However, would I deal with being lied to and literally locked up.

Absolutely not.

“Before we do anything else, we’re going to figure out exactly what happened.” Chris told me, and that’s when my attention was drawn to the knocking at the door.

Heather walked in, her head down and hands clasped in front of her.

That’s when it hit me, she was afraid of them.

Heather had been confident, and strong willed every second that I had met her, but her entire demeanor changed when she saw the guys, especially Chris.

“Heather, the only person that knows everything about what happened. Why don’t you enlighten us and explain just what in the world went down?” Asked the man who had threw me in here whose name I was still clueless to.

“You asked me to find a new girl, and I did.” Heather mumbled under her breath.

“If you think for one second that that’s an acceptable answer, you’re crazier than I thought.” Chris barked.

With that comment, I could visibly see how uncomfortable and nervous she was.

Seriously, what had I gotten myself into?

“You asked me to find a new girl, and I looked non-stop for days. I found plenty of willing participants, but none of them had good intentions or didn’t have the personality or skills that you were looking for. That’s when I went to a bar and noticed who I now know is Zoey sitting in one of the back tables. She looked out of place, and down on herself. I made conversation, and she seemed perfect for the job. She was willing to work, she was smart, and she didn’t need too many details before she agreed to come with me.” Heather recalled.

“Not what I’m interested in. Why was she not informed of the extent of this job, and details of what this establishment is and stands for.” Chris growled.

“I didn’t tell her because I knew she’d say no. You warned me of the consequences of not finding a new girl, so I did what I had to do to get her to sign on. She never got the document that explained what all happens here, because she would have ran, just like she’s thinking about doing right now.” Heather replied, turning to me and raising her eyebrows at me.

“I think what’s been done here is quite the easy fix, now hearing your story.” Chris stated, leaning back in his chair, arms behind his head and giving me a sweet smile.

“Oh my gosh, thank you so much for understanding!” I squealed with joy, so thankful that they realized she had set me up.

“Heather, you’re fired.” He said.

Wait…...what?

I must have heard that wrong.

“What?” Heather and I exclaimed at the same time.

“Get your belongings and leave. Your loyalty has been proven to be false, and you no longer carry any of our trust. You are to never return to this building, or have any contact with any workers in this building if so they too will find their termination rather quickly as you have.” Chris warned her.

Before my mind had a chance to wrap it around this change of events, Heather rushed out the door and slammed it behind her, causing me to just about jump out of my skin.

Once again I was left alone with these 3 men.

“Don’t look so down, love.” Ghost chuckled.

“Give me one good reason as to why I shouldn’t be upset.” I hissed.

“You just got a promotion and a raise.” Chris cheered, giving me a kind smile with malicious intent behind it.

“I said it before, and I’ll say it again. You can not legally keep me here against my will.” I snarled, walking up to the table, and glaring at the three of them.

“Are you a gambling woman, Zoey?” Chris asked me.

“What?” I questioned him, my voice full of confusion.

“Gambling, do you like taking bets?” He wondered.

“No, it’s irresponsible,” I answered, still confused by the sudden posing of that question.

“It’s only irresponsible if you know you’re wrong. I’m a pretty lucky man, Miss Blake, I know a lot and very, very seldom do I misread young ladies such as yourself. As could be said of the other men at this table, and the others running this house by our sides. I’ve seen many young ladies come and go through this house, and I’m willing to bet that you won’t be here against your will for long. You have quite the tough exterior, but on the inside, you’re just dying to give in to someone, especially a man.” Chris said, standing up and ever so slowly strolling towards me.

“You’re wrong. If you think you can just win me over with some smooth talking, you are beyond crazy. What you’re doing is wrong, I am being held against my will, I want to leave. You can choose to let me go now, or keep me, but suffer for it.” I warned him.

“Oh dear, we’ve got a feisty one on our hands.” Ghost cooed out loud, not at all worried about me hearing him.

“You don’t even know who we are, what this place really does, and what your now newly promoted job entails, and you’re already wanting to fight us on it. That’s fine, do what you wish, but heed my warning. The harder you’ll fight me, the further you will fall.” He growled.

“This is wrong, this is kidnap….this…..this…., this is insane!” I exclaimed, not believing the predicament I was in currently.

This was in no way legal, I was truly being locked in this place.

Too bad I had no friends or family that would recognize my absence.

“Of course it’s not. Afterall, you signed all the paperwork, and that’s all a cop would look at.” Chris said.

What was he talking about??? I didn’t sign the second part of the paperwork, and that was why we were in this whole predicament. Was he crazy?

He pulled 2 sheets of laminated paper out and handed them over to me.

On top was the original document that I had signed, the one that dealt with my personal information. Underneath that though was a document that was foreign to me.

I didn’t read everything, but I caught a glimpse of the house rules, a dress code, and on the very bottom of the page was my signature.

“I didn’t sign that, and you know it!” I yelled at him.

“We know that, but unfortunately no one will believe you, it’s a perfect match. Don’t get so scared and worried though, dear. I know you will be a wonderful addition to our little group here, and quite frankly you’re too special to let go. I can sense it.” Chris whispered in my ear, now close enough to me that I can feel every breath of his on my body.

I snapped, and before I knew what I was doing, my fist connected to the side of his face.

He grabbed his jaw, putting pressure on it, and Ghost and the mystery man who was also in the room with us just stared at me in shock.

“Kuza, do me a favor and escort our new assistant to the guest bedroom. We’ll give her some time alone to get herself settled down and think about what she truly needs to do.” Chris whispered, still holding his face.

The man who I now knew was Kuza stood up, gently placed a hand on my back and guided me out the door.

I couldn’t believe my feet were remembering how to walk, as well as still had the strength to do so, as the rest of my body was a shaking mess.

My one arm was wrapped over his shoulder, despite the bit of pain it caused me due to our height difference. About 5 minutes later we were in front of this grandiose black door.

“This is your stop.” He told me.

Kuza pushed the door open, and the second we crossed the threshold my body decided to give up on me as I lost all strength and fell to the floor.

It was a hard fall, as evident by the noise made when my head impacted the floor, it barely hurt though.

Maybe I was in a dream….

Maybe I made this whole thing up and that’s why I couldn’t feel what should be incredible amount of pain in my head at the moment.

Maybe...but I wasn’t a betting girl.

Notes

Holy cow....this chapter is extremely overdue, sorry for taking so long!

To any new possible readers or old ones returning, I hope you enjoy!

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