"W-what happened?" Mia asked, and then; wait, canI have something else to put on first. I need to let people know where I am." Dorian smiled, not unki...dly, although he was enjoyingthis moment. "You won't need anything else to put on. In fact,you won't even need that shirt soon enough." Dorian resituated himself on thebed so that he was facing Mia more. "Mia, you've been kidnapped by me. Well, I wasn'tthe one who personally did it, but it is by my order that it was done. We meta few weeks at a. ..?" My Dad owns this dealership and we've been in this business for...uh...more than 20 years."He was standing so close to me, the material of his pants touching my bare thighs...I soon began to notice his eyes looking down between my open thighs and a bulge on the front of his pants now slowly inching toward the flesh of my upper thighs...I was feeling quite ambivalent at this very moment...I was here to buy a bike for my son John...not flirt with the hired help even if he just happened to be. Zechariah chased him in a hasty walk and at the front, Sailair, with a troubled look, paid the entrance fee to the souk and rushed inside.Everything was wrong, ever since the beginning of the excavation, from the output of Ever Pure Solid to the concentration of the soil, to the proximity to tunnels No. 38 and No .39. Sailair encountered one hurdle after another and from his perspective the chief accomplice for this series of unfortunate events is none other than the man he took as subordinate. When he put his camera down he started to undress me. I tried to free myself. It was pointless. I wasn’t going to get myself out of this one. I’m not going to be as lucky as I was with Amanda’s ex boyfriend. I felt him rubbing on my scars. ‘What are these lovely scars my beautiful princess.?’ He had asked. I felt disgusted. Tears were blinding my view. I felt him get off of the bed. He returned with a small blade. He put it up to my face. ‘How about we make a small little mark to remember me.