Everything had changed since the year 2028. Towns and cities were trashed. What happen to the people? They had to fight for their own lives. Had to scurry far away from the towns and wouldn't even dare step foot into the cities. That's where it all goes downhill. You step in the city but there's no way of coming out. Either you are dead or Trapped. Doesn't matter which one you've end yourselves in you've walked into the darkest depths of darkness. But who knows she might be the lucky one and leave the place unharmed. Unless she cross his path, then there's no way of getting away. Not even a glance. You can't escape him. No one can.

"It's not a dream, it's called Reality"

This one quote changed all of Dayana's thoughts every piece of every one of them. They all went down the waterfall where they could never be grasp again.

Go ahead and read this story if you wanna know what drastic change Dayana had in her life. Was it for the better or for the worst? You'll find out in "Trapped."


34. Ch.33 |Trapped (h.s)


Any song you would like to, but if you want me to suggest I'd say something somewhat sensual. Chapter dedicated to @ilovelife345 

*Third person POV*

Once everyone had welcomed Dayana back into the mansion. The rest of the girls as well as Harry and Dayana left the living room. Damary gives it no second thought and emerges out of the living room; fierce. 

Damary couldn't believe she was back. Why the fuck was Dayana back. She was suppose to leave this mansion and never return back. Oh was she going to let Armando know about this. He'll be livid once he's heard what's going on. Damary thought. 

Quickly Damary stopped at his room door. Gave it a knock and emerged in. Seeing him sprawled underneath another woman, both naked to the core. Rolling her eyes at his antiques, she snaps her fingers and nonchalantly says "Out" to the girl. 

But the girl is quick to reply. "You have no say. He's the one to command me at the moment." Damary didn't take this easy. She walked up to where they both were sprawled, naked. Grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off the bed. 

The girl cried in displeasure, tried to get Damary's hand from her hair but to no vail. "I gave you a warning. I don't take it easy when someone doesn't follow orders. Now. Out." Damary seethed. 

Closing the door after pushing the poor girl out. The girl cried in humiliation and quickly scurried away. Trying to cover herself up from the gazes that followed her. Back in Armando's room Damary turns around to see Armando sporting a smirk. 

"That my putana. Is fucking sexy as hell. Come." Armando gestured Damary towards him, where he laid on the bed butt naked. 

Damary gladly walked towards him and straddled his waist. Earning a low pleasurable groan from both at the feeling. She leaned down towards him, leaving fiery kisses on his bare chiseled chest. Armando's fingers gripped Damary's slim waist, as he felt her teeth teasingly bite his skin. 

Gripping her by this hair he pulled her away. Kissing her neck and biting, earning a moan of pleasure from her. "You should know better. Than to walk in on me like that. You must have a good valid reason to storm in like you own the fucking place. Speak." 

"Why must you think I didn't just come in here for a fuck?" Damary purred. 

Armando snarled gripping her by the neck. Damary, eyes widen and began to scratch at Armando's hand. Desperately wanting to take the grip, seeking for some air. "Let. Me. Go." Damary tried gasping out. But he wouldn't have it. If any, he only tighten his grip on her throat. She violently as she could, scratched at his arm with both hands. 

"I don't play games. I'm no ones pleasure puppet. That's what you are. Now talk." Armando gritted out, removing his hands from her neck. Gasping for air, Damary coughed uncontrollably, slowly she swallowed and began to regain her breathing. Clutching her throat where his hand were gripping she looked at him with teary eyes. 

She knew he was like a venomous slithering snake. Someone poisonous and treacherous. Once he laid his eyes on his prey, there was no going back. He will target his prey slow and quite and once he's in front of the prey. He will go for the kill with sharp razors. Letting them sink deep and stone to let the bane take over every inch of your body. Leaving you stiff and cold. 

"Dayana is back." Hearing her name, caught his full attention. What did she mean, Dayana was back? She couldn't be back. She was suppose to be out in the streets, unprotected. He thought. 


"Just got back today." 


"Harry went after her, searched and eventually tracked her down. Brought her right away. But that's not it." Damary spoked. 

Armando's brow shot up in curiosity. He got up from the bed and started pacing the room, contemplating what else there could be. "And that may be?" 

"He says he's got a good guess on who attacked Adriana. He has secret cameras installed everywhere in the mansion. He's been on our case, Armando. He will find out soon who's behind all this. We need to finish this. It's now it never." Damary spoke, her voice a bit quivery. 

Hearing this Armando became aggravated. Taking a swift punch to the wall, he cursed. Harry was getting closer to figuring out his motives. He needs to vanish those possibilities. Whatever it takes him, he needs to take Harry out of the picture. If that meant killing him his long life friend. He would do it. He got between Dayana and him. No one get in between his play toys. No one. And harry wouldn't be the first one or the last one. He thought. 


Damary smirked, she knew after she said everything. He would want to proceed the plans they had gathered up and tomorrow it would come to life. Tomorrow.


A/N: Hopefully it's an okay chapter and hope you still enjoyed it.

Please excuse my grammatical errors. Thank you. 

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Happy reading lovelies!! 



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