Before i left, i decided to be a bit extra. One thing i learned from my late Alita is to strave a peeson in chains with water. The last time i did it, i saw the effect it has on her so...why not try again? "Hand me the water," I ordered and immediately a guard placed a cup of water in my hand. "You can drink this if you get thirsty," I told her with a huge smirk on my face as I placed the water on the stool, far away from her reach. "You seem to underestimate me," she spoke up just as I was about to leave. This statement upset me deeply but I decided to just let it slide. "Let's hope you're able to keep your head, goodbye," I replied walking out of the room. "Lock the door and bring the key to my office," I instructed the guard stationed at the door. I would personally make sure no one had access to her for those two days and she would starve. As much as I liked her, I couldn't let such insult pass, it would be a huge dent to my image and per
AMARA'S POV Instead of me to be worried or scared, I preferred to be in this ceil than the one in the USA. I bet since Italy seems to be his home, he would make the place clean. While I was kept in a kneeling position and chains, all I could not stop looking at was the camera in front of me. It was located at the tip of the room as if watching over me with red evil eyes. Damn it! I had no idea how long I would be here. The only faint yellow light in the room made me notice the cup of water still in front of me even more I had no idea how to panic. A pang of nostalgic feeling hit me, making me realize how long I was kept in that dark. "oh snap!" My stomach grumbled, it was as if it suddenly realized that I haven't eaten for two whole days. Frankly, I don't see how I would have sex with girls that derive joy in bullying me. Aside from that, this operation is all creepy. Why would they even take some girls aside and want to stress the shit ou
"Stop it, stop it!" I woke up with a start, feeling like someone was pulling me towards something or somewhere. I screamed in confusion and fear, trying to make sense of my surroundings. "I can't be hallucinating, can I?" I asked myself inwardly feeling very confused. Someone was definitely tugging at me, tapping me to wake up and now that I'm awake, there's no one here, it's just me. I might as well be losing my mind. I tried getting up but I met with immense pain. Damn! My back hurt like I got hit by. A wrecked truck. I groaned out as the heavy hold of the chains dragged me back into a kneeling position. I was still in the room, hungry and chained to a spot. "The cup is not broken?," I questioned rhetorically staring at the centre of the room in disbelief. The cup was sitting right there looking me in the very eyes, full of water and not in the slightest way cracked. Nah! Nah! I saw it. No, i didnt. But i heard ir broke. Those r
It didn't take long before I heard the door open. First from his annoying shoes to his long legs. The samw way he was slow the first day i saw him. If inly i had just left wity the 500 usd, my life would have been better. But damn! Why the heck was he so slow? At that moment, I wanted to pull my hands off the chains and bite him. "I can't breath" I muttered. The smile on Luciano's face when he saw me that vulnerable made me scared. I knew how he break people, I just can't go past the first day, I can't suffer for anything when I know I somehow belong to him. "I am ssss-" Damn! I couldn't even get myself to say sorry when Iknow I didn't do anything wrong. "Don't leave me here, I beg you" I cried. Yes, I did. The fact is that my stomach hurts, and my bladder seems so bloated that it would burst anytime soon. At that point, I was ready to admit anything even the one i didnt do. Looking up at his blank face, i sniffed. "I am so
I looked around the room and saw the same bed on which the person in the picture; definitely not me; was sleeping when the picture was taken. I knew the right thing to do was leave but my curiosity got the better of me. If there was ever someone who looked like me so much then there must be a connection to why Luciano likes me. Or maybe that was why he took me. I took the frame from the wall to look at it. Turning it over, I saw a date range from 1994 to 2018. "No! No fucking way!" I was in a state of panic. The person in the picture was dead, and I felt like I was hallucinating. I screamed and ran towards the door, but I tripped and fell, accidentally pushing the door close behind me. When I tried to open it again, it was as if the door had completely disappeared into the wall. I was trapped. "Shit! I can't die here" I panicked "No!!!" I began to turn around, my head was spinning. Every place in here looked the same, I was trapped within the
I can't tell if what was my job was to sleep, eat, watch random some shows on Luciano's tv and sleep naked. In fact, I was already getting used to the humiliation. I was already getting used to his arms around me and his dick at the back of my waist. What I still didn't get used to was his erection, it wasn't working! That lead me to the point of wondering if I wasn't beautiful enough. I had boobs, soft, handful, and I bet they were succulent. 'Rule no 125, don't fight to kill- You would lose every fight if you try to' I blinked. The fact that I was seated on the floor with nothing but my underwear and one of Luciano's oversized tee shirts made me look sad. Inwardly, I felt like the most stupid person on earth watching this freaking show again. Damn! What if the person wanted to kill me? What if the person hated me to the point that what she wants was to unalive me? "Unlive" I muttered with a stupid grin on my face "Is that even a word?"
It was day four of being cooped up in Luciano's chambers, doing absolutely nothing except watching people on TV shoot guns and eat. I was feeling more depressed and hopeless than ever. Was he trying to groom me? Was he trying to break me mentally? I had no idea, all I knew was that I was scared for no reason. I was starting to feel like a prisoner, but I didn't dare say anything. I knew I had to play along with whatever Luciano wanted if I wanted to stay alive. I had tried fighting back and seeing where it got me. 'I bet something seems off' That night, we took a bath together, but to my surprise, he didn't touch me. I was relieved, to be honest. The idea of having to do anything with him when he wasn't even interested in me anymore and had no affection for me made me feel sick to my stomach. After all, he left me to suffer in the dungeon and didn't release me despite the fact that I apologized, almost lost my mind and I was calling for him to help me.
Something happened last night. And I hope it never happened . How dare he?" I thought to myself, ruminating on yesterday's event. Luciano had made me horny, so horny I would do anything for him to touch me right now, and then he left me hanging, refusing to touch me. This time, I would gladly put away my pride and self respect if that would make him come close to me. I knew he had lost his affection for me but I didn't know it had gotten this bad. Luciano always touches; like for a very tight cuddle. "Perhaps I looked disgusting," I asked with a cringe expression on my face. I stared at the hoe that came into the room with pure hatred in my eyes. Luciano was kissing her passionately and I wished I could strangle her alive. That was supposed to be me kissing him. Watching both of them was a fat greater punishment than being locked up in a dark room, at least that's what I thought in my horny and demanding state. Luciano stopped kissing h