Stranger in my Ass-Chapter 231

Kira’s POV

Consciousness came back slowly, painfully.

My head throbbed with every heartbeat. My mouth was dry as hell. And when I tried to move, I realized my hands were bound behind my back, rope cutting into my wrists.

I forced my eyes open.

Dimly lit room. Concrete walls. The smell of mildew and my own fear.

Where was I? 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

The last thing I remembered was the ambush. The van. Fighting. Then darkness.

Damien.

Panic shot through me, clearing the fog in my head.

I lifted my head, searching the shadows, and my breath caught.

He was there. Directly across from me. Tied to a chair like I was, his white shirt torn and bloodied, a cut above his eyebrow still seeping red.

But his eyes were open. Alert. Watching me.

"So you finally decided to wake up." His voice carried a hint of that infuriating smirk even in this situation.

Relief flooded through me so strongly I almost sobbed. "Where are we?"

"Warehouse. An abandoned one judging from the smell. Somewhere outside the city, I’d guess." He paused, his eyes never leaving mine. "But that’s not important right now. What’s important is that you better adjust that voice of yours before our captors discover you’re a woman and do something worse to you."

I stilled.

The world seemed to stop spinning.

"How did..." My voice came out strangled, too high, too feminine. I caught myself and forced it lower. "When did you know?"

"I won’t repeat myself again." There was steel beneath his casual tone now. "Maintain Kyle’s voice before..."

The door burst open.

Three men entered, and even in the dim light, I could see they were dangerous. The kind of men who did this on a daily basis. Who knew exactly how much pain they could inflict without killing.

The leader - tall, scarred, with dead eyes - surveyed us like livestock.

"Well, well. Both awake. Good." His English was accented but clear. "You look American. Rich American."

"State your price and let us go," Damien said, his rich voice cutting through despite the circumstances. "I don’t have time for this."

"Not so quick." The leader smiled, and it was the smile of a predator. "We want to have fun first."

One of the other men - shorter, stockier - started moving toward me.

My heart rate spiked.

"Cut to the chase and state your price now," Damien’s voice turned sharp and dangerous. "While I’m asking nicely. Because people will start looking for us very soon."

But the stocky man was still advancing, his eyes roaming over me in a way that made my skin crawl.

"This one," he said, tilting his head. "So soft-looking for a man. Delicate. Like a boy."

"Stay away from him," Damien warned.

The man reached out, trailing a finger down my arm, and I flinched violently.

"Responsive," he murmured. "I like that."

"I said stay away from him!" Damien’s voice cracked like a whip.

But the man was undeterred, moving closer, his breath hot on my face. "Have you ever been with a man before, pretty boy?"

"I’m not - I’m not gay," I stammered, trying to lean away.

"I wasn’t either. At first." His smile widened. "But don’t worry. I’ll make your first time sweet."

"Get away from her!" Damien was frantic now, struggling against his bindings. "I’ll pay whatever you want! Name your price!"

But it was too late.

The man grabbed my shirt collar, and in one swift motion, yanked it aside.

He stopped.

Stared.

His fingers touched the edge of the chest binder visible beneath my torn shirt.

"What is this?"

"Don’t..." I started, but he was already ripping the rest of my shirt open.

The binder was fully exposed now. Tight black fabric wrapping around my chest, flattening it, hiding what I’d spent time concealing.

The man’s eyes widened. He reached up, his rough fingers catching the edge of my fake sideburns. He pulled.

The adhesive gave way with a sting, and the carefully applied facial hair came off in his hands.

He stared at it. Then at me.

Then he started pulling at the rest - the subtle additions that had made my face look more masculine, more angular, more Kyle.

Each piece that came away revealed more of Kira underneath.

The other two men had moved closer now, watching in stunned silence as the transformation happened.

"Holy shit," one of them breathed.

The leader’s face broke into a slow, terrible smile. "A woman."

No one spoke for a moment.

The silence was somehow worse than anything they could have said.

Then they all started talking at once, their voices overlapping in a cacophony that made my blood run cold.

"Been a while since a woman came through here..."

"We could keep this one..."

"Domesticate her properly..."

"Make her the house wife..."

"She could give us many children..."

"NO!" Damien’s roar cut through their planning. "You don’t have to do this! State your price! Name any amount! I’ll pay it!"

The leader turned to him slowly, that predatory smile still in place. "Oh, I’ll state my price, Mr. Wellington."

He named a sum. A huge sum. Then pointed at me and named another.

Damien didn’t even hesitate. "Done. Get me my phone and I’ll transfer the money right now."

They brought his phone. Made him unlock it with his face. Watched as he navigated to his banking app with bound hands.

The transfer went through. Two huge sums. Enough money to fund a small army.

"There," Damien said, his voice tight. "Now let us go."

One of the men cut his bindings.

Damien was on his feet immediately, moving toward me. "Now her..."

"Not so fast." The leader stepped between us. "The money you paid? That was to keep you both alive. Now you’re free to go."

"What?"

"She stays. To serve us."

"Like hell she does!" Damien launched himself at the leader.

"Damien, don’t!" I screamed, but he was already moving.

His punched the leader on the jaw with a sickening crack. They went down together, Damien landing blow after blow with a fury I’d never seen in him.

"You think..." Punch. "You can..." Punch. "Keep her?!"

The other men moved to pull him off, but Damien was like a man possessed. He threw one off, knocked out another, and kept fighting.

"Damien, stop! Please stop!" I was sobbing now, terrified. "They’ll kill you! Please!"

But he wouldn’t stop. Couldn’t stop.

Until the gunshot.

The sound was deafening in the enclosed space.

Damien jerked. His body went rigid. And then he crumpled, hitting the concrete floor hard.

"NO!"