♕—Delilah After Lorenzo left, I kept sitting in the same spot as he had left me. I had noticed that Lorenzo had taken rid of every single mirror in his house but if I wanted to attempt suicide once more, I could use anything at all. I could throw myself down the flight of stairs—I shook my head to get rid of these thoughts. After last night, I really didn't know what to think. Lorenzo wasn't a normal man. He was an animal, he was the devil. I swear I saw the devil in his eyes last night. The way he easily sent that man to his death gave me the chills. My father is a cruel man, he had sent many men to their demise but I have never seen a sight that disturbing. It almost looked like he was enjoying ripping someone else's body apart. The way he tasted that man's blood, the way he relished the taste, and the way he breathed in the scent of blood made me want to throw up. I was up against a monster. The only way you can outsmart a monster is to think like a monster. I need to get into
♕—Delilah "I fucking told you to not start what you can't fucking finish!" I was breathless and dazed as I looked back into his eyes. "W-what?" He narrowed his eyes, looking at me. Like he was trying to read me, understand me. "What are you trying to do?" I shook my head, feeling his warmth seep into mine. "Nothing..." my voice barely above a whisper. "Do you have any idea what I could do to you right now?" he asked, the threatening edge in his voice not lost on me. "Do you have any idea what kind of man I am?" Mama, Anthony, Jack. Their names and their faces resounded in my head again and again... Be strong Delilah, be strong for them. My hands fisted the back sheets underneath me. "You said you won't hurt me, you gave me your word..." I whispered as his lips hovered dangerously close to mine. He cocked an eyebrow in a questioning manner. "Who said I was going to hurt you? There are other forms of torture, princess, that don't require any pain" His fingers threaded in my ha
♕—Delilah I tugged at the metal collar on my neck, I was getting so used to having this around my neck that it doesn't even bother me anymore. I hadn't seen Lorenzo since this morning after breakfast. I kept thinking about what to do without making that psychopathic satan kill me. He insinuated that he might go back on his word and hurt me, I don't if he was talking about physical or mental, or emotional. And I don't want to find out. I put the lasagne in the oven and chewed on my nail while sitting over the kitchen counter. I could impress him with my cooking skills, I could play a part here, you know, where I make his life easy when he comes home... like a good little housewife would. The thought was scary with a man like Lorenzo but I don't know if I can fight him in any other way. All I need is the determination to do it. No matter how much he disgusts me, I just have to. I shuddered as I thought about last night, his hand on my skin, his tongue all over my hand, and the way
♞—Lorenzo "Please, I can't..." her voice sounded rough.The image of her laying in the bathtub with a slit wrist flashed before my eyes, a familiar darkness overpowered me. I felt a muscle in my jaw twitching. "Don't fucking think about doing anything stupid... or this will be the last you'll have privacy in the fucking bathroom" If she doesn't fucking open this door right the fuck now, I'm going to fucking tear it down. "Please, Lorenzo..." she cried, she fucking cried. She was fucking up to something, I know all this cooking and acting nice was a fucking facade to make a fool out of me. As I was about to bust the door down, I heard soft footsteps getting closer to the door. She unlocked it, I shoved it open, and the door banged on the wall behind with a loud bang. I saw her standing in the middle of the bathroom, her arms resting over her lower stomach as she cried. Did she fucking hurt herself once more? "What were you doing?" She looked at me and her face turned incredibl
♕—Delilah Lorenzo left early this morning, leaving me alone in the house once more. I was glad that he was gone after my embarrassing period episode last night. I was still too shaken up after the whole ordeal, I couldn't face him. Women in my country were taught to keep our menstruation a secret. No one was allowed to know about it, it was something shameful, something to hide, and telling my kidnapper about it felt all kinds of wrong. Lorenzo had someone come in to set up the coffee machine and there was now a mini bar in the living room. I was grateful because I know being kidnapped can be way too much worse than this. I had it better, I know. He didn't rape me, or force me to do anything. He even listened to me about my food choices, I don't think any kidnapper would be this nice to anyone.I sighed, now I'm praising my kidnapper. I think I'm going crazy. His laptop from last night crossed my mind, I ran to the bedroom and rummaged through the closet to find it but made sure
♕—Delilah "Hello, Delilah..." his voice was soft yet I could feel the rage burning quietly underneath. "Had fun?" I was immobilized by fear for a moment. My ears rang from the sound of my own rushing blood. He then crouched down beside my body, I know he was watching me but I kept looking at nothing in particular. The burn on my back stopped me from moving. His steel grip came around my upper arm and he stood up, pulling me to my feet. I still didn't look at him, I glared at the ground as he assessed me from the side. "You got rid of the collar?" he stated, I don't know why he was asking me that; couldn't he see me?I heard him let out an amused sigh and I clenched my jaw. It was amusing for him? My misery was amusing to this monster?! He softly trudged me forwards, asking me to walk with him and I did, it's not like I had any other option. He took me back to his bedroom and his eyes dropped to the collar, screws, and the screwdriver resting on the ground. From my peripheral vision
♕—Delilah I whisked the pancake batter furiously, I didn't go to sleep the last night. The cuts on my back weren't so deep, and after Lorenzo patched them up, they didn't really sting anymore unless I lean my back against something. Lorenzo was still asleep when I freshened up and came into the kitchen. Delilah Regina isn't a coward and I have come to terms with my kidnapping if that even makes sense. I know I'm kidnapped and there's no escaping from a man like Lorenzo, If anything I'll end up never seeing my family and Jack again. I poured the batter onto the pan and then waited for it to cook before flipping it. I placed three pancakes on my plate and three on Lorenzo's. I put a dollop of butter on top and grabbed the maple syrup bottle and went into the dining room. I placed our breakfast on the table and made my way back to the bedroom. I opened the door and stilled, Lorenzo was standing shirtless in the room only in his black slacks.And he was beautiful... He was tall and
♞—Lorenzo Just in two weeks, my home doesn't even feel like my home now, her shit is fucking everywhere. My bedroom is always filled with her scent, my sheets smell like her even when she isn't in bed, that flowery scent fucking up my senses. My bathroom was now filled with her shampoo, her body washes, and tampons, fucking tampons.I had told Reyna to buy Delilah everything she wanted but I didn't know how a single person can need this much stuff. Today, I found makeup on my dresser, fucking makeup? How can she fucking think about doing makeup when she is fucking kidnapped?! And she had again made a list of things she needed to give to Reyna. Money wasn't a problem, she can buy all the shit she wants. But what didn't settle well with me was the fact that my house now looks like a fucking rainbow threw up on it. I like darker greys, whites, black and red but shit, that girl has filled my closet with all the pink shit in the world. If someone else was in her place, I would have han