Wicked Island Of Ireland - Chapter 6

CHAPTER 6

A flash of golden hair, brighter than Hayden’s, suddenly appeared before her eyes. As the strange tension in the space dissipated, Isu was finally able to relax her body with a slight smile.

Jena also released the tension in her shoulders as she gazed at Isu. Then, moving a span closer, she asked in a soft voice.

“Did you really lose all your memories? You can’t even remember your childhood?”

It was true, unfortunately.

Even when trying to concentrate, memories of childhood, parents, or friends wouldn’t surface. Just headaches and lethargy. That was all.

Isu answered.

“I’ve tried to remember, but it feels like something is blocking my memories from coming back.”

Jena’s green eyes unfocused, as if recalling something, as she spoke.

“Why are children like you always so pitiful?”

The words seemed to carry thorns. Isu fought to focus her tired, blurring eyes as she asked.

“What do you mean?”

A flash of spite crossed Jena’s cheek.

“My little sister was an Asian adoptee. She was so pitiful that she got all of our parents’ attention.”

Jena seemed to harbor hostility toward the sister who had stolen their parents’ attention. Though unclear why she was revealing this now, Isu didn’t find it particularly offensive.

“Your parents must have loved you too, Jena. They’re probably praying for your safe return after hearing about the accident. Save your energy.”

Being hostile to each other in their stranded situation would only waste energy. Bonding together would give them a better chance of survival.

Isu looked at Jena and patted the space next to her vest.

After some hesitation, Jena lay down on one side of the vest and closed her eyes. Thanks to her blocking Hayden’s gaze, Isu was able to fall asleep easily.

***

When she opened her eyes again, Isu found herself trapped in an oppressively dark dream.

Her body was bound to a chair. Her hands were tied behind it.

She wanted to scream with all her might, but something gagged her mouth, making it difficult to even move her lips. Her eyes were covered with a pitch-black blindfold.

Where was this place? Why was she bound like this?

She sensed someone’s presence right in front of her. Overcome with terror that felt like imminent death, she shook her hands as much as she could.

The rope burned against her skin. What stopped her panicked struggling was a gentle hand caressing her cheek.

“I was trying to live like an angel for the rest of my life. If only you had behaved yourself.”

A man’s voice with precise pronunciation touched her eardrums. As she processed the sound, a cruel baritone followed.

“Was it really so hard to live without men and hotels?”

An intuition shot through her mind that this man was Graham.

Though she couldn’t explain why, the moment she felt his aura, she remembered the man who had been relentlessly pursuing her in the darkness.

But what kind of relationship did they have that led to her being tied up like this?

As her confusion deepened, the man stroked her cheek. His touch, which she expected to be cold, was as gentle as a lover’s caress.

“Just live with me instead. You like fucking, don’t you? I can give you all of that.”

White light seeped in beneath the black blindfold covering her eyes. Su kept her gaze fixed downward as much as possible. She saw the man bring a chair and sit facing her.

He appeared well over 6 feet (183cm) tall, with long limbs and a large frame. He wore a navy suit with gold buttons, and countless badges adorned his chest.

A yellow band was neatly wrapped around his sleeve. It looked more like a military uniform than a suit.

She tried to lift her head more to see his face. But the moment his gray sideburns came into view, he adjusted her blindfold properly while speaking.

“We were good together once. Even now, I reach the peak remembering how you’d tremble every time I entered you.”

The man removed the tape from her mouth as if wanting to hear her response.

“Mmph, agh!”

The searing pain felt like her mucous membrane was being torn off, but the sensation lasted only a moment.

In an instant, an inexplicable rage filled her so intensely she felt she might burst. Hot anger spilled through her clenched teeth.

“You bastard. Psycho, madman!”

A snickering sound reached her ears. What followed was the man’s voice, even more viscous than before.

“Yes, that’s how much I want you.”

Something hot and soft assaulted her lips. That desperately greedy touch parted her teeth, quickly releasing pent-up desire.

She thrashed her limbs and tried to close her mouth. But he held her jaw firmly with his hand to prevent her from disrupting the kiss, then thrust his tongue inside. He deliberately pushed his heavy breaths down her throat.

The raw sensation made her groin tingle and her tongue go numb. She struggled endlessly, trying to escape the feeling of growing emptiness and wanting somewhere deep inside.

“Mmnh, stop, n-no, damn it!”

She whipped her head around, trying to escape even the hand fixing her jaw. His grip on her cheek loosened, and the tongue probing her mouth withdrew.

Her cheek stung and throbbed. It felt like her cheek was sunken where his thumb had pressed. The pain was so intense she couldn’t speak for a while.

The man’s regretful sigh spread across her ear. What followed was a command laden with unclear intentions.

“Untie her legs.”

As soon as the order was given, the ropes binding her ankles to the chair were loosened. She also felt someone’s touch on her wrists tied behind the chair.

“Don’t untie her hands. We can do it with just her legs spread.”

At his words, the unfamiliar touch on her wrist bindings quickly withdrew.

She tried twisting her wrists to undo the bindings, but it was futile. After panting for a while, she took a deep breath and said.

“Untie my wrists too.”

A low laugh sounded by her ear.

“If I untie you, will you embrace me willingly?”

“No, I’ll shoot you dead with a gun.”

The moment she spat out the threat, he wrapped his hands around both her thighs and lifted her up.

Her body was lifted briefly before settling again. On his thighs.

“Let go, don’t touch me! Let go, let go!”

The more she struggled to escape, the deeper her buttocks sank into his lower body. As she twisted her pelvis, she felt the elongated pillar nestled in his groin.

“Hah…”

That hot, tenacious p3nis threatened her intermittently, twitching as if welcoming a woman. If she kept stimulating it, it felt like his member would soon pierce her body fiercely.

As if it were habit, she pleaded with him.

“Please, please…”

A man getting aroused while holding a woman with bound hands seemed anything but normal.

As if confirming her thoughts, an abnormally excited moan burst by her ear. Though very brief, she could clearly feel his desire to ravage her inner depths.

She felt like she would go mad from the thick p3nis already prodding her buttocks. She tried to stand up, but it was impossible as he held her waist firmly with his arms, refusing to let go.

“Let go, let go! Nnh, stop, untie me!”

She struggled like a madwoman out of frustration. As she did so, his breathing grew rougher until he whispered lowly.

“If you keep moving, I might put it in right here. The more you rub with your ass, the better it feels. Enough to want s3x right now.”

His low voice revealed both violent and lewd tendencies. Though she was scared to defy such a man, she felt she would be completely devoured if she submitted now.

“Do what you want. I’ll bite my tongue and die.”

He deliberately writhed his hips to rub his lower body, then questioned in a moaning voice.

“There are five other people here besides me right now. You really want me to do whatever I want in front of everyone? You know I’d die for your words, yet you do this?”

It was more of a threat than a declaration of war. Threats usually come with conditions. But she couldn’t tell what he wanted.

When she didn’t answer, he unbuckled his belt. A persistent question invaded her mind.

“Really want me to?”

“…”

“Should I do it?”

Hearing his low sigh that followed, she knew this was her last chance. If she kept her mouth shut now, the bulge in the man’s underwear would frantically penetrate her body. She shuddered preemptively and shook her head.

“Then I’ll bite my tongue and die. I’ll die!”

The man smiled as he gently scratched her chin with his index finger.

“Don’t lie. From the beginning, you were lurking around wanting to catch my eye, then came to take what’s mine. I’ve been keeping it hard waiting to give it to you properly after so long. Can you feel it?”

As if seeking confirmation, he rubbed his erect pillar against her inner thigh. Without warning, a vicious sensation surged up as if it would pierce her below.

Her inner body twitched as if already familiar with him. It was a pleasurable sensation, giving her an idea of how much lewdness he must have done to this body.

Sharp questions swirled in her mouth.

Are you Graham?

Did you trap me in that building?

Why?

Do you want to kill me?

Her whole body trembled with anger and fear. The more she shook, the clearer the sensation of his p3nis rubbing her thighs became.

“If you keep your mouth shut, I’m really going to do it.”

What kind of person can’t distinguish between fear and defiance?

Crazy bastard.

Trash.

As she struggled with all her might to free her bound wrists, he rubbed her mound with his fingers.

In this space with five other people…

Chills ran up her spine.

“No, don’t.”

“Don’t?”

“…Yes, please.”

Only after pleading in a desperate voice did the hand searching for her cl!toris through her underwear withdraw. He scratched under her chin like petting a cat as he whispered.

“Then I won’t do it, so embrace me properly.”

“…”

“Good girl.”

From his brief urging followed by a sigh, she could tell his patience wasn’t great. She relaxed her body and collapsed against his broad chest. Resting her cheek completely on his shoulder, she spoke weakly.

“Untie my wrists.”

He teased her, acting as if he might or might not untie the bindings on her wrists. His deflating laugh suggested this situation was quite enjoyable for him.

She wanted to make him untie the bindings. The moment her hands were free, she would remove the blindfold and confirm his face.

But a bold demand wouldn’t work. Pretending to be subdued, pressing her lips to his neck and begging was the best option.

“Untie my wrists… Quick. It hurts so much.”

At those words, the thick p3nis prodding her inner thigh instantly grew taut. Like a man thinking with his lower body’s pleasure, he quickly untied her wrists while commanding.

“Everyone out.”

A faint musk scent filled her nostrils. His strong heartbeat vibrated against her cheek.

Large hands caressed her lower back. Soon those hands brushed up to the back of her neck, grabbed her hair, and gently pulled it back. For a moment, she clearly felt the man’s hot lips envelop her collarbone.

“Try pointing a gun at me or threatening me one more time, and your ass will get properly spanked.”

Her buttocks began to bounce. From when he started grinding his lower body like a snake.

She tried to pull down the blindfold covering her eyes, but he grabbed both her hands and fixed them behind her waist.

The sound of a pants zipper followed. Soon after, underwear was pushed aside and his hot manhood rubbed against her membrane.

“Nngh, nnh!”

Graham. Crazy bastard. Kidnapper. s3x addict. I’ll kill you.

She tried to tear at his neck. That’s when someone grabbed both her wrists and pressed down from above.