Twisted Part 3

Those words were like a slap across the face. Zayn felt his heart race and his resolve waver. He knew she was right.

In a world where survival was the ultimate currency, everyone has a price.

But the thought of killing the others for his own survival was a hard pill to swallow. 

He leaned back, setting her down gently. He needed to think, to breathe.

Before he could think though, her legs suddenly clamped around his waist, and she started tracing her fingers on his chest.

Glancing down at her, the warmth of her touch radiated through his shirt, making it difficult to think clearly.

 "Kiss me," she offered, closing her eyes. 

Zayn studied her face, the softness of her features and the determination in her expression. She was the prettiest among the women here, but it was her resilience and intelligence that captivated him.

Unlike the others, she relied on her mind, noticing things he didn't even consider, proving her worth.

At the same time, she was also the most dangerous. He couldn't read her at all. She was like a closed book, and the contents could either bring salvation or death.

An idea formed in his mind. Despite her intelligence, she was still a woman, and if he played his cards right, he could manipulate her psychologically to reduce the chances of her betraying him. 

If there was one thing he knew for sure, it was that he was skilled at making women beg for his attention after they experienced him. 

Leaning in, he kissed her. Both enjoyed the moment, but then he suddenly pulled back.

"I want to clarify something," he said, pausing for a moment to make sure their eyes met. "I'm doing this not because you asked me to, but because I can't resist someone as beautiful as you."

Rose blushed, caught off guard by his words.

"I..." she started to speak, but he silenced her with a deep kiss, cutting off her words.

Zayn's tongue danced with hers, a fierce exchanged that left them both breathless. His hands, calloused from years of training, traced the curves of her body.

Rose's legs wrapped tighter around him, her nails digging into his back as his mouth found her neck, kissing and nibbling along the tender flesh.

They took their time, savoring every moment together. Slowly, they undressed each other, their lips never straying far from one another.

With each touch, they deepened their connection, letting the world around them fade away. It was as if time stood still, leaving only the two of them, completely lost in each other.

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30 minutes later

They stepped out from behind the curtain, but instead of appearing happy or relaxed, both of them remained silent. 

Everyone could tell that something happened. Rose couldn't keep quiet; her moans of pleasure echoed off the cold metal walls as she begged him for more. 

It was embarrassing, but that was how much she enjoyed it. Little did she know, Zayn put extra effort into pleasing her, even going so far as to lick her slit multiple times. 

The way he savored her clit would make anyone cry in pleasure, no matter how much they resisted. It was natural, as the female human body responds in certain ways with enough stimulation.

He didn't even force her to do anything, not even a simple blowjob. Instead, he ended up doing all the hard work.

But it was all worth it. Right now, Rose was looking at him with an absent expression, still not fully recovered from all that intense orgasm. 

A few other girls walked over, their eyes fixed on him, hoping to catch his attention. They moved closer, smiling and laughing, trying to make small talk. 

One of them gently touched his arm, another tried to offer a playful compliment. They leaned in, whispering softly, but he barely acknowledged them.

His focus was elsewhere. And soon enough, he laid down, turning away from them. 

Without a word, he closed his eyes to sleep. 

The topic kept replaying in his mind, and he couldn't shake the feeling of being constantly watched, as if eyes were following him from every direction. 

An increasing urge to search for a hidden cameras tugged at him, but Rose had warned him not to.

She reminded him that searching might break the rules and forced the people responsible to kill them all.

For now, the best course of action was to stay calm and act like everything was normal.

They would have to wait and see what happened next after a few days inside the shipping container.

'What should I do if her guess is right? Do I really need to sacrifice the others?'