Chapter 2 Unstoppable Lust

The next day, Cynthia had a fever, and there was hardly a part on her body that wasn't covered in bruises. Her private little garden down below was even more red and swollen , the 'storm' of last night had been too violent.

She drifted off to sleep until noon when Carlo woke her up, the man was dressing her and Cynthia pushed him with her hands, "Leave me alone, I'll dress myself."

  After the last night he had forced sex on her, Cynthia was so repulsed and scared of the man in front of her that she couldn't relate the stupid, yet pure and virtuous Carlo to the bastard in front of her.

"Good girl, you can't do it yourself right now, I'll help you.It'll be done in a minute." Carlo took on a cajoling tone and helped her put on her loose t-shirt.

  Cynthia had no strength but to glare at him, but her eyes, still thinly misted from last night's affair, were no deterrent at all.She questioned, "Why did you do that to me?"

  Carlo helped her to dress and sat on the edge of the bed, saying with certainty, "Because from now on you are mine, and you will be with me in life and in death."

 What an absurd thought! Cynthia thought he would say last night that he'd had too much to drink last night, but it turned out that was really what he was thinking.

  He was not even somewhat the same person as the Carlo who enjoyed whimpering and whining.

Cynthia's cheeks grew redder and redder, probably because of the fever and probably because of her anger, and she spoke again, "Don't you remember the old days, Carlo, you were never like this?"

  "I remember." Carlo's expression changed as he heard her say before, he stared into Cynthia's eyes and said, "I was the one who was stupid enough to be taken away from you so easily, from now on, no one can separate us!"

 The spot between her legs was still aching and Cynthia just couldn't ignore it, nor could she dismiss his words as words of affection.

"You let me back home!" She said, about to get out of bed.

  Carlo immediately narrowed his eyes and pressed her back into bed, saying solemnly, "Don't even think about it, this villa is where you belong from now on, you're not going anywhere!"

Cynthia looked up at him in disbelief, her chest heaving, obviously furious. 

  She tried to push Carlo away in an emotional manner, tugging at the wound beneath her, and winced as Carlo didn't move a muscle.

"Fuck you! Let me leave.You are totally mad!"

Carlo was deaf, "You have a fever, the doctor will be here later to check you out."

A doctor? She'd rather die head over against a wall!

"Wasn't last night humiliating enough? You're going to find someone else to do this to me again? You might as well just kill me!" She burst into tears and became even more emotional.

"Private doctor, you don't have to worry, the confidentiality contract was signed a long time ago." Carlo reached out and touched her cheek, tucking in the corners again, "Be good, how could I kill you."

Be good.

  

  It was a phrase Cynthia used to say to Carlo.He was like a child and would cry or play tricks when she didn't get his way, and whenever he did, Cynthia would say, "Be good, or I'll sell you."

What started out as a joke to threaten him ended up with him being "sold".

  Despite Cynthia's refusal, Carlo can't stop Carlo from forcing her to be seen by a private doctor, a tall, thin male doctor whom Carlo calls Dr. Marco.

  Dr Marco seemed to have been briefed on what to do and was not surprised by Cynthia's injuries. After examining her and asking her a few questions, he prescribed some internal and external medication and then said that it was best not to have intercourse for the next few days.Cynthia's teeth clenched in anger.

  Not long after the doctor left, there was a knock on the door and Cynthia answered it, receiving a tray with a glass of milk and two slices of bread.

"Have something to eat before you take your medicine." Carlo brought the tray to Cynthia.

Cynthia inclined her head away, not wanting to pay attention to him. 

 Carlo picked up a loaf of bread and said, "Remember this wholemeal bread? It's the kind you gave me the day we first met."

  

  It was the first time she had ever worked till so late, and by the time she got home, it was getting dark outside. When it was late at night, the lengthy alleyway became invisible and spooky because of its length. She lived in an old neighbourhood, and in order to get home, she had to travel via a dark and tight alleyway. This was great during the daytime hours,but late at night the long alleyway became creepy. 

There was an old-fashioned street lamp at the exit of the alley, and she ducked her head to see the warm orange light fan out, bright and warm and reassuring.

   It was there that she had found Carlo, who had been placed in a cardboard box and left by the side of the road like a piece of trash. She had scooped him up there. Cynthia had heard a rattle inside and assumed that it contained a stray dog, but when she got closer, she saw that it was a live human being. When she found out later that it was a fool boy who didn't know what he called himself.Cynthia was shocked.

  He looked at Cynthia with round onyx-like eyes and said, "You must is my sister! ...... I'm hungry ......"

  Cynthia took pity on him and took the wholemeal bread she had saved for breakfast out of her backpack and gave it to him.

It was because of this bread that Carlo became dependent on her and couldn't be driven away. 

  Cynthia ruthlessly shut the young man out of her door and the fool stayed at the door all night.

  Cynthia had no intention of taking Carlo in at first, because on the one hand she was weak and not used to being close to others, and on the other hand her grandmother had a serious illness that cost her all her savings but could not be saved.At that time she was already strapped for cash and could not even feed herself, let alone take in a fool whose origin could not be traced by the police.

  Why had she agreed to let him come and live with her?

  Cynthia remembered, because no matter how many times he sent the fool to the police station, he would always come out and wait for her at the end of the alley where she had found him, and he would not leave even when he was locked out, like a fledgling who had decided on his owner.

  Then one time, she was working late again and on her way home she came across a tailgating, the man was following her not far away with a dagger .

  She was really penniless and she was afraid that the thug would hurt her or he  ask for money, so she was so scared that she darted out of the alleyway and when she came out of the alleyway, the fool man was waiting for him under the street light , just like a puppy waiting for his master to come home, Cynthia's heart softened.

  Then she thought, since he didn't know where he was coming from or where he was going, she would let him have a place to stay...

  Cynthia hesitated to pick it up and Carlo ran out of patience and tossed the plate aside, "If you don't want to eat, now I'll medicate you." With that he lifted the covers and removed Cynthia's pyjama bottoms.

Cynthia scrambled back and curled himself up, scared by the atrocities that were etched into her mind last night.

"If you don't want your injuries to get any worse, you'd better behave and let me medicate you." His pupils were so deep they seemed to swallow him up and Cynthia only glanced at them before scrambling to look away.

Cynthia's ankles, knees and thighs were red and purple from his forced sex .Carlo's eyes darkened a little as he spread her legs apart and dug out a finger of ointment and rubbed it beside her secret little red and swollen garden.

Carlo's hand dug into Cynthia's legs like a nimble little fish.

"Spread your legs more open and I'll medicate you." He looked straight into her eyes, the hot lust in them seeming to burn a hole in Cynthia's face.Cynthia fought back the anger inside her like a kitten holding back her rage as she tilted her head to the side and spread her legs wide apart in Carlo's direction. She didn't realise how tempting this was for a man to do.

  Carlo couldn't resist and leaned down and kissed Cynthia hard on  her lips, stroking her head afterwards and saying, "You'll hurt more here without the ointment, it'll be worse, and your fever won't go down, you'll burn up your brain and become a fool, like I used to."

It's shold be the time to medicate for her. While he kissed Cynthia's lips, he restrained his palms from wandering over the edge of her panties until they were fully covered. His fingers nimbly rubbed her inner thighs through the thin fabric.

   His breath became increasingly hot and wet, his exhaled breath increasingly sticky. Until he felt Cynthia's panties become damp. He couldn't help but smile.Cynthia stared at him, her body limp from his kiss, her head dazed as if she'd been coaxed into submission, and Carlo finally let go.

  "Feeling more comfortable?" Carlo smiled and looked straight at Cynthia's expression, but of course Cynthia knew what he meant, she didn't want to talk to him and covered her head with the blanket and stopped looking at him.

  After the medicine was administered, Carlo did not act out again, helped her into her pajama trousers and asked the maid to bring a small table for the bed and put food on it, told her to take her medicine and left.

 Cynthia took her pills and fell asleep, and drifting off to sleep for the rest of the afternoon. When she woke up, it was dark outside and she felt much better, except for some pain between her legs.

  Thankfully, Carlo didn't come back for the next few days and the house was deserted except for a few servants who also didn't answer to her, like an isolated Garden of Eden.

  Perhaps because she was ill, Carlo hadn't put her in a cage when he left and she was able to move freely around the villa, only she wasn't allowed out.

  She lives on the third floor, and when she looks out of the window, all she can see is a lush wooded area, through which she can faintly see the bright lights of cars flashing across the road, but she can't tell where is there.

  Cynthia was anxious and frustrated, missing her students and wanting to get back to her studio.

  It was three days later when Carlo came in again, his face looked bad, as if he had just been in a bad fight, his clothes were covered in blood and he had a bloodthirsty light in his eyes that looked appalling.

"Why are you covered in blood?" Cynthia dreaded the sight of him, but asked the question out loud anyway.

  "It's all someone else's, not mine, don't worry." Carlo, however, held her tightly, and it was a long time before he released her and his eyes became a little more normal.

  "I missed you." Carlo's voice was husky with a strong note of longing.

 The way he looked, he resembled the old Carlo again, and Cynthia was a little tender-hearted and was about to say something when she felt her body lose weight and was picked up by Carlo.

  

  Carlo threw her onto the bed and roughly ripped her clothes off her body, he entered her without any preliminaries. Cynthia's eyes burst into tears of pain and her body trembled as if there was a knife inside her body that was trying to cut her open. It was as if a train had driven without warning into a cave that had not yet been excavated, each impact intensifying the pain her body felt without any comfort at all.

  Carlo held Cynthia in his arms and thrust roughly, each stroke going so deep that it was as if he was trying to embed himself inside Cynthia and he wanted her to be with him forever.

  It was only after he release sperm inside her that Carlo regained some of his senses and he kissed Cynthia's whitening cheeks, wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, "Good girl, don't cry, I was wrong. You're just so charming, so addictive."

Cynthia looked pitiful as her body sobbed , her face wet with two teardrops and her milk-white breasts all flushed red with aggression. He slowed his lower thrusts and deliberately cupped the soft flesh of her ass and rubbed it gently. Her body was still tense, and her bottom was even tighter, causing Carlo some pain.

  Cynthia's body softened, her breasts arched and she brought herself to Carlo's mouth.

But what came out of her mouth was the opposite of what came out of her body: "Get away from me! No more ...... Haah... Uugh.. Aaah... ......" her hand on Carlo's shoulder tryed pushed him.

  Carlo worked his way down, spreading her legs and pressing his tongue against the pearl-like clit at the front part of her vaginal opening. With each twist of his tongue, the person beneath him went a little softer and the hands pushing against him became less determined. 

The pain was replaced by pleasure and Cynthia stopped crying, her breasts trembled and grew more erect, even as milk sprouted from their tips.Carlo was pleased with her body's sensitive response. Like a shy rabbit, Cynthia couldn't help but moan with resignation every time he thrust his rod into her hip flesh. She was so cute that Carlo couldn't help but want to bully her even more each time.

  After Cynthia's orgasm, Carlo swallowed the juices from between her legs in front of her, and Cynthia was so ashamed that she covered her eyes with her arms to avoid looking at the lustful sight.

  Carlo took her to the shower afterwards, seeing that she was too tired to open her eyes, so he didn't do anything else, and once he had cleaned her up, he took her back to the bed and held her tightly in his arms.