The Chief turned and left Mrs Nathan’s presence. It wasn’t surprising to her anymore that her son had been assaulting innocent girls. She had found out about it six years ago, though she couldn’t tell exactly how long it had been going on before then.She turned back and looked at the girls again. Her eyes landed on one of them—a girl she recognized too well. That girl had been Caleb’s victim for years. In fact, she was the very first person Mrs Nathan had ever caught with her son.The girl was too young back then. Maybe twelve. As a mother, Mrs Nathan told her to keep quiet and even offered her a large sum of money so she wouldn’t say a word to anyone. Then she went to Caleb to demand an explanation. That was when he told her, without guilt, that he enjoyed sleeping with minors because they gave him more pleasure than mature women. He also made her promise never to reveal the truth.She loved him too much to say no. That love made her accept his monstrous behavior. From then on, she

Mrs Nathan’s body still felt limp from the drug they had used on her. Her knees barely held her weight as she tried to rise from the red velvet chair beneath her. The room around her pulsed with dim red light. It was like stepping into a living, breathing secret. A sinful shrine.She blinked hard."The Lioness' Den?" she murmured, her voice rasping in her throat.Her eyes scanned the place — and what she saw made her breath catch.All four walls were alive with images — not paintings, but dark, sensual murals and collaged photographs. Women—completely naked—stood with lionesses behind them, their eyes cold and proud, their mouths parted in mid-moan. In every image, the women were the ones in control. And the men? Bent, tied, screaming, their muscles contorted in pain or worship. In many photos, the women were on top during sex, riding with fury, nails digging deep. The men beneath them cried — not from pleasure, but from torment.There weren't just one or two images. No. Over fifty o

***This Chapter contains Real Sex Scenes and Explicit Languages. Readers Discretion is highly advised!***********The countdown stopped. Lights dimmed. A heavy chime echoed from the walls, signaling the players to begin the game!Ring 080 lit up red.Player 33 lunged forward and yanked the woman by the hair, dragging her toward the wall of the ring. She laughed and wrapped her legs around his waist as he rammed her against the glass. One hand clutched her throat. The other gripped her thick curls as he shoved his dick deep inside her pussy,fast and brutal.Smack. Smack. Smack.Her body slapped against the wall with each thrust of his dick, her moans echoing through the speaker. The VIPs leaned closer, licking their lips as she screamed out, “Harder!”He grunted, grabbed her hair tighter, and pounded her even faster. A man in the front row spilled his drink while jerking himself off.In Ring 081.Player 34 was on his back, legs shaking violently. The female player had both hands arou

30 Minutes AgoFranco had barely settled into the seat across from Muna when she slid a photo across the table.It was Mrs. Nathan’s picture. Alongside it, a file thick with documents.He flipped through the pages, his brow furrowing deeper with every sheet. Finally, he looked up, confused.“I don’t get it, Muna. Why are you showing me all this on Mrs. Nathan? She’s not even on my radar. She’s still mourning her son, remember?”Muna gave a small nod, arms crossed tightly over her chest. “I know. But something isn’t adding up. That’s why I came to you.”Franco leaned in slightly, eyes narrowing. “You think something’s off with her?”“She’s hiding something.” Muna’s tone was low, but firm. “This morning, someone dropped by. Claimed he was from the bio-data company. He wanted us to know that Aunt Stella—Mrs. Nathan—just dropped her last name.”Franco blinked. “She dropped Scott?”Muna’s eyes didn’t waver. “Yes.”He leaned back in the chair, trying to make sense of it. “But after her husb

Franco’s eyes darted to the screen. His chest tightened. It was true. Everything Michael said—every painful word—was true. He dropped his bag and spun around to leave, but a gentle hand caught his wrist.Muna held him back, her eyes soft with concern. “Where do you think you’re going, Franco?” Her voice trembled slightly. “You can’t just walk in there and risk your life. What if something happens to you? How are you supposed to survive that? How are we going to stay with you if you don’t make it back?”Franco turned to face her, cupping both sides of her face. His thumbs brushed her cheeks tenderly as he gazed into her eyes. “Don’t worry about me, Muna,” he said, his voice low but steady. “I’m doing this for you… for us. I need to save us.”Her lips parted, but her voice caught in her throat. She blinked back the emotions building behind her lashes. “But you’re putting yourself in danger, Franco.” Her tone cracked. “We’ve been through so much already. Isn’t this enough? There has to b