Making Her Numb (18+ ONLY)

MHN 5 || Maybe Never

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•~Nadia and Xylan~•

As Nadia found herself standing before a black door, adorned with a bold golden number '304', anticipation coursed through her veins. 

She listened intently, her heart pounding, as her captor fumbled with the apartment keys, his frantic search leading him to delve into a nearby flower pot. Nadia's eyes widened in surprise as he rummaged through the manure, determination etched across his face.

Running had been swiftly dismissed as an option when her captor had leveled a gun at her, quashing any hope of escape from the moment they had stepped out of his van. Now, all she could do was wait with bated breath, her patience wearing thin, as her captor continued his search for the elusive keys.

The elevator ride had been an unexpected twist. He had held her possessively, their bodies pressed together as if they were a couple deeply in love. When the liftman inquired about her, he had smoothly informed him that she was his girlfriend. 

The subtle flicker of amusement in his eyes hinted that Nadia probably wasn't the first girl to be brought into this enigmatic realm. However, the true nature of those who had come before her remained shrouded in mystery—whether they were coerced or complicit in their arrival.

Xylan, or at least that's what Nadia assumed his name to be, finally rose from his hunched position and made a move to open the door. 

Positioning himself behind her, he encircled his arms around her waist, their bodies intimately close, and attempted to turn the doorknob. His initial efforts proved futile, and a muttered curse escaped his lips, tantalizingly close to her ear.

Though fear coursed through her veins, Nadia felt an unexpected surge of excitement and arousal. She chided herself internally for such inappropriate feelings, given the circumstances. But sometimes, the whims of the body refuse to adhere to reason.

After a struggle, the lock yielded, and with a less-than-graceful push, Xylan propelled her inside. Caught off guard, Nadia stumbled, her face landing unceremoniously on the plush gray carpet. Pain shot through her nose, eliciting a groan of discomfort.

"Fuck, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to push you that hard," Xylan apologized, his voice laced with genuine regret. He swiftly pulled her up by the waist, attempting to steady her as she rubbed her sore nose, seeking solace in the warmth of her palm.

"Yeah, sure you didn't," Nadia muttered under her breath, her words dripping with skepticism. Though uttered softly, her retort was crystal clear, hitting its mark. 

Despite her pain and apprehension, he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. He questioned his actions and motives, realizing that she was an innocent caught in his dangerous web.

"I'm really sorry, okay? You can go and sit on the couch. I'll join you there," Xylan offered, aware that he couldn't treat her as a disposable plaything. No, he couldn't allow himself to sink so low.