“You groomed me, Diana. You lied to me. And now you're trying to play the victim?” Antonio said, staring directly into her eyes. Diana's eyes filled up with surprised tears, but Antonio didn't relent. “I was abused and violated by you, maybe you should open your eyes Diana and see things more clearly. This is not your little foxy anymore. I am no more the clueless teenager, who is mentally unfit to handle his emotions. I am not the same as the little boy who was violated and ran into your perverted hands for love. You want to play games? Fine. But don't expect me to play along.” Diana's eyes widened and moved down from Antonio's. Slowly she took a trembling step backwards. After a few minutes of intense silence between them, she finally found her voice. “Antonio, I am telling you nothing but the truth, please understand. I don't know what you heard, but I am not a groomer, we do share a connection. I risked my life to keep you safe.” She smiled in tears and looked up at him. “We had something special, Antonio. Can't you remember? What has that bitch filled your head with?" “Love, something you never gave to me.” “That's not true I gave you everything!” Diana snapped in frustration, her tears so heavy that it was rolling down her naked bust. “Everything hardcore…, you should know that I am an adult now, Diana. I am fully aware of my past with you and I would have you locked up but for some reason, I choose not to… I will give you a chance, take an interview and renounce our relationship, or I will…”. “You wouldn't!” Diana cuts in, her eyes widened and her heart racing heavily. “I am giving you a chance Diana”. Diana's face reddened, her eyes flashing with anger. “And I don't accept it, Antonio. I am the only woman you loved… I am perfect for you, it's me not her!” Antonio's eyes narrowed. "I chose her". Diana's eyes filled with tears. “Only her…” he concluded. “She's a fucking ugly bitch! What can she give to you that I can't? You dare not treat me like the rest of them!(grabs her hair crazily then put down after some minutes of rage…) …just not without a good fuck”. She smiled at him. “A soul snatching fuck, like the old times”. She laughed miserably, and her tears suddenly ceased, and she gazed up at Antonio with a desperate look in her eyes. She rose to her feet, her movements sensual and deliberate. She took a step closer to Antonio, her voice husky and seductive. “You are my little Foxy, how can you forget so soon how much you enjoy this? Hmm?” Antonio's resolve wavered as Diana's lips brushed against his neck, sending shivers down his spine. He knew he should push her away, but his body betrayed him, responding to her touch. “Diana, stop,” he whispered, his voice weak with desire. But Diana didn't stop. She continued to kiss his neck, her hands roaming his chest, her body pressing against his. Her lips claimed his. Antonio's eyes closed, his resistance crumbling. She knows him too well and at that moment, he knew he was lost. Lost to his own desires, lost to Diana's seduction, and lost to the cycle of toxic behavior that had haunted him for so long. As Diana's Kisses intensified, Antonio's mind grew foggy, his thoughts filled by desire. He knew he should resist, but unfortunately, his body still craved her touch, her lips, her warmth. However, she came to mind. Angela. He wasn't even thinking about her. He pulled back from her and cursed. Embarrassed by his actions, he was weak, he couldn't resist her. Diana, however, was very encouraged by his reactions to his tough. “Not so tough, as I thought. This is my chance”. She smiled to herself. She turned and walked back to the bed and lie down, she closed her eyes and swallowed hard. “Just one time, then I will truly believe you”. Antonio stood there motionless, looking at her. “Antonio, fuck me. Watch me, make you forget all about Angela.” “What if I don't want to?” Antonio replied. Diana opened her eyes, fighting back her frustration. “What the fuck are you talking about Antonio, enough of your childish games, I own you, now get on the bed and fuck me!” Her voice strained and her green veins popped. Antonio seeing her furious, surrendered and slowly walked towards her. Diana smirked and took a deep breath. In anticipation, she licked her lips and closed her eyes. Her nipples erect and hard, waiting for his touch. Antonio's stopped In front of her, she could feel his giant height towering above her even when her eyes closed. “You know…you can be a naughty foxy. I love that, but don't treat me like I am not that impor…” She paused immediately as a tight grip caught her hair. Her eyes snapped open wide, her hair was on fire. “What…?” She gasped and found Antonio's red eyes searchingly, confused at his action. “There have been chances around here. First I don't take orders from bitches… I have been silent, listening to your gibberish sounds. How dare you order me around like some toy, I would have fucked your throat and send you to coma as a punishment, but your old wrinkled body disgusts me…you need to move on”. He dropped her hair and Diana's heart wrecked at those words. He didn't only reject her but shamed her for her age and appearance. She got Botox injections just for him. How could he treat her like she's unattractive? "You'll regret this, Antonio. You'll come crawling back to me! I own you!” Antonio turned the door. “Name a prize and take another interview, I have no relationship with a blonde bitch”. Diana's tears were uncontrollable. “Don't you dare…don't you dare treat me like one of them.” Her heart was so heavy she thought she would faint, the next minute. Just then, Diana's phone rang. She smiled to herself, and brushed her tears roughly. “You need to hear this, Foxy”. She called Antonio's attention and answered the call. “Hello…?” “We have her…a twin and a teenage boy”. A male voice answered. Antonio froze at a spot. Diana's smile widened, after that reaction from Antonio. “Great job, you called at the right time”. She hung up and looked up at Antonio. “You want her safe? You do as I say”. ***** MINUTES AGO Angela gazed out the window, her mind wandering. Suddenly, she realized they were heading in the opposite direction. Her instincts kicked in, and she felt a surge of unease. "Excuse me, driver," Angela said, her voice firm but polite. "I think you're going the wrong way. We need to head east, not west." The driver's eyes flicked up to the rearview mirror, meeting Angela's gaze with a brief, evasive glance. "Oh, no, no, ma'am. I know a shortcut. This way will be faster, I promise." Angela knew the city well, and this route was not a shortcut. "Really?" She asked a bit confused. "Because I'm pretty sure we're heading away from our destination." The driver's smile seemed forced, his eyes darting away. "Trust me, ma'am. I know what I'm doing."