Halsey - Hurricane

"Fuck, Rory!" Gideon groaned, grabbing the crown of curly blonde hairs as he fucked the whore from behind.

Her face was turned away from him so he didn't have to see the truth - she wasn't Rory. But the blonde curls was close enough for him. He had gagged the blonde to stop her moans, he didn't want to head a single sound that wasn't her. Tied her hands behind to stop her from touching him, he only wanted Rory to touch him.

Pushing her head into the mattress, and like a ruthless animal he plunged in her balls deep. Pulling back and slamming in so ferociously he hit the back of her cervix causing tears to flood down her eyes. It hurt, it was painful but also blissful. Her had made her cum plenty of times already, one more and she would break from cum drunkenness.

He imagined Rory underneath him quivering, rolling her green eyes back in pleasure as his dick stretched her cunt. His shaft visible underneath the smooth skin of her stomach. It encouraged him to move faster, going in and out at an impossible speed that the bed rattled, almost coming off its hinges. The whore cried, her knees buckled and her meet falls onto the mattress.

"Fuck," he growled, feeling his release nearing. With one more rough thrust, he spilled inside the condom, a low groan escaping his lips.

Gideon collapsed on the bed, his dick falling limp on top of his stomach. Chiselled chest glistening with sweat as it heaves up and down. He untied the restrains on his toy, ignored her and didn't even both to bid her goodbye. The butler in the penthouse was going to give her massive pay cheque anyways, that was enough to satisfy her.

Reaching for his phone, he dialled the Smith's household and comes Carl's groggily voice.

"Smith Residences."

"How is my bride?" He asked, throwing a hand underneath his head. "Have you told her?"

"No." Carl swallowed. It's been over a week now.

And, the wedding preparation was in full swing. A grand ceremony in Bogotá costing billionaires. All of his allies were invited, coming from all over the world. He wanted to show her off, to boast that he was the luckiest man alive.

"Time is ticking." He warned with malice. "I don't want a crying bride at the alter."

Ending the call and a picture of Rory appears on his phone screen. He had hundreds of pictures on his phone, sent to him by the security he had trailed her and some were from her social media accounts he had saved. He chose his favourite one to be his both home and lock screen.

Seeing her face harden his cock and was once again with filled ferocious carnal urge. His hand gripped his cock, tugging it slightly causing him to hiss in slow burning pleasure. He wanted Rory's tongue licking his shaft and teeth grazing his tip. He wanted her to suck him like she sucked her favourite candy.

The moment he weds her, Gideon planned to devour her body and soul. Fill her holes with his seed and breed her, watch her belly swell with his children. He waited for years, he won't wait any longer.

To calm his urges, he moved his hand up and down his length, imagining those hands were hers. It was the only way he could satisfy himself.

~*~

Pacing back and forth around her bedroom, eyes flickering outside and see the securities guard with big Alsatians patrolling every inch the cameras didn't catch. It had been two weeks since she last left the property. Rory was now desperate to get out.

She considered asking her father to let her go out, at least to just visit her mother. But he had been avoiding her to the point he didn't show up for dinner anymore. One time she knocked on his office door and he coldly warned her not to bother him again with her whining.

She wasn't whining, she hadn't even opened her mouth.

Although they never had a good relationship he never acted harshly with her. Usually he settled for small nods or point blank ignore with a wearily face. His cold tone had dabbed painfully in the chest to the point she wanted to cry. Not because it hurt rather she was frustrated. Her gut was telling her something was up and everyone around her knew.

Henry was the worst of them all. His teasing had continued and occasionally when he walked pass her in the hallway, he'd start whistling "here comes the bride" with a smug face. At first, Rory had brushed off as another one of his antics but, it was slowly getting into her head. He knew something she didn't and whatever it was she wasn't going to like it.

It had something to do with her father and most likely Gideon Torres. Perhaps what Henry had said before was the truth and he wasn't lying. Or, he had gotten so far deep in her head she was just being paranoid.

A few days had passed and Rory, with enough encouraged, marched to her father's office. To her surprise, the door was left ajar and she could her father speaking nervously switching between English and Spanish. Through the gap, she saw him standing stiffly by the window, back turned to her.

She froze as her name leaves his mouth. He was conversing in Spanish to the persons on the other end. His conversation halted and he began speaking in English.

"I haven't told her yet."

"I understand."

"No, I don't think you will have to push back the wedding. I'll have her ready and packed by the end of the week, Gideon."

Henry wasn't lying.

An involuntarily noise leaves her, a cross between a gasp and horror. It was loud enough for her father to hear. He rolled to face, his eyes hardens then twisted in fury as he saw her between the gap.

"I got to go." He said into the phone and quickly ending the call. "Rory." He turned to her.

But she was already dashing down the hallway and into her room, the locking the door shut. Her back hits the door and she slides to the floor, loosing the will to keep herself up.

She could hear his rough breathing before he started banging on her door and rattling the handle.

"Open the door!" He demanded through gritted teeth. She ignored him, hugging her knees to her chest. "Open this damn door right now!"

Pulling herself from the ground, she pressed her ear against the door. With slow shaking breathe, she uttered, "Is what Henry said true?, you're marrying me off to Mr Torres."

Silence so deafening her ears began ringing. It was loud, she almost didn't catch his next answer.

"Yes." He answered.

"Well I won't marry him." She laughed hysterically that tears poured down her cheeks. Maybe laughing was her coping mechanism or she just found it all too comedic.

She didn't know.

Her father rattled the door handle again. He was angry, Rory could feel it rolling off him in waves through the door.

"Find lock yourself in there." He spat, kicking the door slightly. "I'll inform him you now know and he'll be here by morning to come and fetch you." He cleared his throat, "then you'll be out of my home and I'd have gotten rid another burden."

Ignoring the sting in her chest, Rory stepped back from the door, a scream of frustration threatening to explode within her. If she was a burden then why did he take her in? He could have said no and they'd let her stay in foster care.

Pacing and back forth, she began formulating a plan in her head. She had to get out of here but she had nowhere else to go. And, it wasn't going to be easy to get out of the house especially when it was still light out.

Midnight, she had to wait until midnight when the guards clocked out and everyone was in bed. Rory was fairly certain the next guard won't arrive until three in the morning, so she had three hours to get away.

With not a moment to spare, she dug out a backpack and a small duffle filling them both with clothes and her personally belongings. She fished a spare cash from her bedside table and counted approximately $400. It was enough for now.

The half hour before midnight, Rory tiptoed down to the kitchen dressed in black combat trousers and a grey hoodie underneath a checkered Sherpa jacket. She washed and straighten her curls so that it wasn't left in a mess under her black cap.

She shoved breakfast bars and some fruit in her back before sling it and the duffle over her shoulders. Rory opened the kitchen door to the garage and unchained Henry's bike, the one he never used, from the wall and quietly slipped out onto the driveway.

Unlocking the gates, she pedalled out not caring that the security camera was watching her every move. She was making a point, letting her father know that she was human and she had the right to choose her own future. Marrying Gideon Torres was not in it.

Rory had yet to figure out where she was going. The first stop she intend to make was a cash point where she withdraw enough cash to last her for the month. Then, she cycled towards her mother's hospital where she was hoping to discharge her mother. She was 18, old enough to be her mother's guardian.

Then, they would leave town and start fresh somewhere new, and live the life she always envisioned.