Shall Under Your Charm

Chapter 69

Take off your clothes" Ryan said

Farah stood up, motionless, looking down at her intertwined hands, noticing her rapid, irregular breathing.

"You didn't hear me, little cat? Remove clothes. No need to be embarrassed. Do the same with me as you did with Andreas."

Confused Farah said, "Andreas?"

Ryan's hand stretched out and pulled Farah into the man's body so Farah could feel Ryan's every breath and gust, as well as the tensing pull of muscles in Ryan's abdomen and hips. Ryan smelled sweet and fresh, from the breath Ryan still faintly smelled the smell of wine. The smile disappeared from the man's mouth.

"Andreas! You're a cheap whore" maki Ryan.

"Andreas. Have you forgotten the name, then? How can you forget it if you know every inch of his rotten body so well? The game between us is over. How do you serve Andreas? This time I want you to show me. I want you to show me all your skills...."

Ryan's pressure on Farah's chest was stifling, and Farah's breathing was speeding up, draining the moisture from her throat and teeth. Under Ryan's hand Farah's arm felt ice-cold.

Farah whispered Ryan's name once, as the man laid him on the bed and propped him to the bed. Ryan's hand had already moved to Farah's shoulder, Ryan's thumb stroking Farah's unclosed collarbone. Ryan's knees propped up one of Farah's thighs, and as Ryan leaned forward to******Farah's soft lips, Farah turned her head away until her face sank in her own hair.

Ryan's hand, looking between the soft strands of Farah's hair, managed to find her chin and pull her face back to face Ryan, until Ryan could wrap her moist lips in a hot kiss, which sent sparks all over his body. Ryan's kiss became longer, deeper, and more passionate, until Farah felt damp and helpless, no longer able to fight the demands of Ryan's lower body, and instead felt the need for Ryan to unite with him.

Farah's love for Ryan made her unconscious as Ryan lifted her body and began to raise her skirt. Shame was washed away by Ryan's tenderness; the night wind that sent out the fragrance of the flowers felt like an alkaline solution on his exposed thigh.

Covering her flushed cheeks with trembling and shivering hands, Fara whispered, "Ryan, the light please, can't you turn it off first...."

There was a shocking silence as Ryan stopped moving. It seems Ryan stopped breathing too. With Farah's hips glued to the bed between Ryan's knees, Ryan grabbed Farah's wrists and pulled her away from her face. One of Ryan's hands held Farah's, while the other of Ryan's hands began to remove strands of hair that stuck to his lips, eyelashes, and cheeks. "Open your eyes, Farah"

Farah's foggy brain was too slow to work to obey Ryan's orders..

"Look at me! I've been holding myself back for months by teaching a prostitute the warm-up process in romance, but I warn you, don't keep your cords up as an innocent virgin."

Ryan released Farah's crippled and helpless hand from his firm grip, Farah's palm looking pale as it lay near Farah's hair. Slowly. Ryan traced his finger, starting from the basin in Farah's elbow to a piece of Farah's veins that looked bluish. Upon reaching Farah's wrist, Ryan grasped it and carried the hand to the mouth, to give a sensual kiss to every inch of Farah's palm, then stroked it using his thumb.

When Ryan took Farah's hand off, he said, "Farah, you made a very stupid mistake. All I want from you is honesty." Ryan's hand opened Farah's palm and linked their fingers, then pressed the hand against the mattress.

"Change for me. Show me who you really are." Ryan raised their intertwined hands, stroking Farah's cheekbones with the sides of her fingers.

Gently Ryan said, "What is this? I hope it's not tears."

"No. It's not tears." Farah's voice rang out Then, more slowly, "Did I interrupt your torture agenda if I wanted to clear my nose?"

Ryan then released Farah's hand and gave her the edge of the sheet. "Let's just say that bedsheet is a very big handkerchief." Ryan's tanned eyes scanned Farah who was cleaning her watery nose with linen sheets, "Until now, you haven't said much" Ryan said.

Farah is overcome with the urge to throw herself to Ryan's chest, to cry, to say everything to Ryan, to beg Ryan to believe her. But doing all of that in Ryan's current mood would probably only invite a death sentence for Zack. Might as well. Just maybe. There's only one thing that's clear. At this moment, Farah could not expect Ryan's generosity more than before.

"I'm sorry," Farah said in a hoarse voice, feeling herself smashed to pieces. As usual, her voice could not be invited to cooperate; what came out was not the voice of the frightened and trembling girl, but a firm and challenging voice.

Farah could not help but trigger, "But being raped and being scolded with harsh words did not encourage me to open my mouth. All I can say is that I'm innocent, but since denial will only make you act more rudely, I'm not sure it'll do me any good....."

"Well, whoa," Timpal Ryan cynically. "So you want to defend yourself, huh? So, didn't you make that picture?"

Silent. Then Farah said, "Oh, why don't you just throw me into the abyss and finish this?"

"In this part of the world" explains Ryan, "we only sacrifice virgin girls. Tell me about the picture. Who paid you to make it?"

It feels a longer silence.

"There will not be a single person in the Dark Devil who will defend you, if they find out about the betrayal you committed, my dear. Tell me about the picture".

"There's nothing I can say. I drew it after I saw you all at the club. Keith cut off someone's hand. Gege said he wanted to slit my throat. And you-you-"

"Yes?"

"You're making me nervous. Even now, you still make me nervous. I can't say more than that. You won't listen to me, even if I tell it. No matter what I do, you'll take it as a mere tactic of self-defense; if I speak, if I don't speak. If I cry, if I don't cry. Whatever I say, you'll take it as a lie. Farah's voice had turned into a choking whisper, then into a sobbing, as she said, "I don't think I deserve to be raped."

Ryan looked at Farah, all the hidden emotions behind that pair of tanned eyes. Suddenly, Ryan releases Farah. la observing Ryan facing the wall, Ryan's clenched hand propped up there.

Ryan stood frozen, with one knee slightly bent, the man's shoulder looked stiff and tense, as if there was a great force inside Ryan that he was trying to control.

From that position, Ryan said, "I'll never let you go back to Andreas. Never will."

Tears of anger mixed with frustration flowed down Farah's cheeks and fell to the exact part of her dress, as she got up from the top of the bed. "I don't want to go back to Andrew. Then what?!", asked Farah desperately, "what are you going to do to me?!"

Slowly, Ryan turned towards Farah, looking at the girl with a complicated look. "Well, what else can I do, Farah? I'll take you to New York as my prisoner."

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