Cynthia could never have imagined that Carlo, who was originally such a crybaby, would be such a horrible and unbelievable person after he regained his memory.
She could not understand any of the things that were happening to her now. She crouched in her cage, crying helplessly, sometimes wondering if God had sent Carlo to torment her because she had hurt him. In her helpless and horrible space, she can only temporarily numb herself by drawing herself a picture of a utopian world in her mind.
Cynthia felt like a zoo monkey, her dignity crushed and her body torn to pieces as the maids came in to bring her food. Carlo had a penchant for leaving marks on those parts of her body that were too thin to be covered by the blanket. Cynthia felt like a monkey in a zoo, her dignity crushed, locked in a cage for human pleasure. She crouches in the corner, hugging herself tightly, defensive of everything around her.The person in charge of her today is a young-looking girl who she has never seen before.She looked a bit timid and her whole body was shivering after being scolded by Cynthia to get out。
She looked a bit timid and was shivering after Cynthia scolded her for getting out, but probably thought that if the young lady in the cage was starving, the young master would be angry with her when he returned, so she braced herself and said: "Cynthia ...... Miss Cynthia, my name is Debby.Master Carlo said I would take care of you from now on, you haven't eaten since this morning, you can have some for lunch ...... I beg you, please don't make things difficult for me. The young master will reprimand us if you don't eat the meal.You have been hungry all day, please eat some food." She repeated herself helplessly, and Cynthia only found her noisy.
Debby could think of no better way to persuade her to eat, so she stood motionless in front of her cage with her plate, and after ten minutes or so, she still wouldn't leave. "Get out now. Don't let me see you again for the rest of the day."Debby was startled again, "But ...... but you haven't eaten yet ......"Cynthia wasn't trying to take it out on a little girl, it was just that she was always guarding the front of the cage like this, making her feel even worse about herself, she softened her tone a little, "Put the stuff here." Cynthia gave a self-deprecating to herself, at the moment she looked like a red rose being kept in captivity by the little prince. Did he really treat her like a mindless living being? He just sent the maids to prepare her food on time every day, as if he was cultivating her again with care. It was a pity, Cynthia just felt that if this continued, her heart and spirit would wither.Debby nodded gratefully, "Yes, Miss Cynthia." With that, she placed her dinner plate in front of the cage, then turned and made to exit the house.
"Wait a minute." Cynthia called out to her.The little girl seemed to be a little more uninitiated and perhaps a little more communicative than the other servants in the villa.Debby bowed her head and turned around, "Yes?Miss Cynthia.""Where did yor...... Carlo go?""That we don't know, Young Master Carlo usually has a lot to do." Debby answered honestly."Where is this place?" Cynthia asked again."This is the suburban villa area!" Debby said before she realised that she had said the wrong thing and had accidentally revealed the location of the villa, Debby hastily covered her mouth and pleaded, "Miss Cynthia, Master Carlo won't let us tell you, you mustn't let him know that I told you ...... "Cynthia looked at Debby's flustered expression, she seemed to have no scheming. It didn't look like she was faking the location of the villa she was talking about.
There was less residential density around the suburban cottage area, and if you went out of here, you would first have to deal with transport if you wanted to get back to your place, but the advantage was that you would also have much less chance of being spotted on your escape route. The neighbourhood is full of small gardens forests and rockeries. With a good plan in place, she thought she would be able to regain her freedom.Cynthia waved her hand outwardly without moving and said lightly, "Don't worry, I won't tell him, you go out." With that, Cynthia stopped talking to the maid and just lay back on the bed in the villa and stared out of the window without saying a word. The plan to escape from the villa was the only thing she had to look forward to to dispel the gloom for a while.
It was still not dark when Carlo returned and he could tell he was in a good mood, but when he saw the untouched meal laid out in front of the cage he frowned, "You haven't eaten all day?"Cynthia glared at him through the bars, "How long are you going to keep me locked up?""I won't keep you locked up if you behave." Carlo crouched down and looked level with Cynthia.The eyes, which clearly looked exactly like Carlo's, showed a different emotion. They were the eyes of an insatiable and dangerous hunter who had just acquired a trophy. Cynthia in her cage was a dying reindeer."Who am I to listen to you!" Cynthia stubbornly strained her neck, and would have looked tougher if she hadn't been wrapped in a blanket. The quilt was draped over her, as if it was about to slip off her chest if she moved any more violently.Carlo didn't say anything, just stared at the tempting woman for a long moment, then pulled out his key and opened the metal cage door, pulling the person from inside.
Cynthia stumbled as she was pulled out of the cage, most of the covers slipping off her body, the marks on her naked body still intact.
Cynthia stumbled as she was pulled out of the cage, most of the covers slipping off her body, the marks on her naked body still fresh. The marks of lovemaking spread from her neck to her inner thighs and even to the backs of her feet. The splotches of red were like bright red strawberries.
"What are you doing?" Cynthia could only tug at the corner of the quilt with her remaining free hand to shield herself, but it was futile, the thin quilt barely covering the hidden area, her long limbs and the two pink cherries dotting her breasts were exposed, making her body even more invisible and inviting. Cynthia had obviously been crying all afternoon, her eyes were red and puffy, with tear stains at the corners, and her stubborn, fierce eyes looked a little pitiful. She was now sitting on her knees on the mattress, biting her lip out of hatred.Carlo ripped the blanket, which had almost slipped completely off, and threw it aside, his eyes dark and frightening: "Fxck until you obey. You don't like this cage, do you? I'll fxck you until you beg me to hold you down," Carlo said as he pinned her to the edge of the cage and kissed her. His strength was frighteningly strong, as if the angry hunter was really intent on skinning and devouring Cynthia, a helpless reindeer.Cynthia pushed against him with both hands, but the man's body was as immovable as an iron wall in front of her. Her lips were firmly blocked by his and she could only whimper in resistance, only for the man to slip his tongue in. Like opening a can of meat in front of a hungry dog, his tongue lapped up all the air in her mouth and Cynthia just felt like she was suffocating. Her heart was beating so hard it was about to pop out of her chest. She was terrified and just wanted to push the man in front of her away.Unhappy with the shoving hands on her chest, Carlo simply used one hand to secure her hands to the bars of the cage above Cynthia's head with twine, and then he reached between her legs with his other hand like a cold python, his fingers tantalisingly igniting the fire. The body beneath him slowly softened, and when he reached for the secret garden he found it was already soaked to the bone. He didn't even need to prepare a lubricant, his two fingers slipped smoothly into her cunt. He curved his fingers up and pressed them gently. He kissed Cynthia as he heard her unbearable whimpers, her legs trembling as she looked unsteady, her wrists unable to return to the bed because they were still tied to the iron post. Cynthia's pupils began to drift apart as the night breeze blew the gauzy curtains over the balcony like a ghostly shadow.When he looked at her again after the kiss, her eyes were already foggy and damp. Cynthia was like a hedgehog that had put away its thorns and turned into a soft glutinous ball of rice.Carlo laughed lightly and flipped the person over. Before Cynthia could react, Carlo lifted her right leg up and tied it to another iron post; Cynthia couldn't bear the humiliation and tried to turn around and beg Carlo to let her go. But there was no chance of his prey being let go."Please, let me go Carlo... I'll promise you anything but these things... Ahhhhh...""Do you know what I want?" He watched as Cynthia had to spread her legs towards herself and a sudden thrill of conquest surged through his brain. He bent down and buried his head between her thighs, his hot nostrils spraying her pxssy lips as he spread her already wet lips with his fingers and pushed his tongue against the pink 'red bean' hidden on the inside of her body. A shudder ran through Cynthia as she turned her back on him."I just want you to stay with me for the rest of your life. You've been my master long enough, it's my turn to be yours. Don't you think so." Carlo had by now completely split in Cynthia's mind into another person, a tyrannical sexual sadist. Carlo thrust his tongue deep into her cunt. "No !!!! I'm begging you, please . . aghh! AAAH!..." Cynthia's constant refusal caused Carlo to become manic. He stood up, his face grim, his massive rod as thick as Cynthia's arm between his legs, and before Cynthia had time to react, she felt something hard against her pussy lips before shoving it inside."No... . haah... I'll be breaken Uugh... Aaah..."Cynthia cried out in shock, clutching the bars of the cage for fear of being pushed out by him if she wasn't careful."Ahhh ...... it hurts ...help..."The more she said, the harder Carlo moved, and the area that was still sore from last night's lovemaking hurt and tingled from his constant thrusts. She felt like her inner thighs were really hurting, some of the skin was broken. But before she could resist, the pleasure began to build up and Cynthia began to cry, "Get out, let me go. ......" She was like a frog now, one thigh tied to the post and the other leg being lifted by Carlo. The other leg was lifted by Carlo. Now she had only her hips to support her whole body, but Carlo's flesh stick was so big that she felt ashamed to have to cling to him.Carlo stabbed her twice more, his huge balls pounding against the crack of her ass, and his cold voice reached her ears: "Don't worry, I'll never let you go in my life. Don't you like it? It's just a gift from me to you. See, you say you're going to leave me, yet that little mouth down there is biting me so tightly." With that he untied one of Cynthia's legs and he held Cynthia's belly as he pushed his flesh stick a little deeper.Cynthia tried to hide, but with the cage in front of her, she had nowhere to hide but to cave in and be held and fucked. As she cried and told him to get off, Carlo kept pushing and teasingly said, "Haven't you missed me after all this time? I used to want you in the old flat."Cynthia's legs trembled as she was fucked, "You're lying, the real Carlo wouldn't do that ......"Carlo laughed at her words and slapped her little ass, "I used to be stupid but I'm not a cripple, can't I get hard when faced with someone I like?"Cynthia cried back, "You're lying ......"She was so emotional that he felt her flesh contract and tighten around his cock and he almost came. carlo drew a backward breath and leaned down and kissed Cynthia's back, "Good girl, I'm going to show you if I'm lying." With that he slid his hand from the small of her back to between her legs and gently rubbed her clit. It wasn't until he heard Cynthia's voice become soft and obedient that he knew she was close to orgasm. Carlo let out a low growl of pleasure as uncontrollable contractions and tremors came from her pxssy.As a man, Carlo had to admit that the woman beneath him was born stunner. He untied Cynthia's hands from the bars, and she was now curled up in his arms, meekly and quietly. He caressed her forehead tenderly and thought to himself that it would be nice if their relationship could be like this one. He draped Cynthia's hands around his neck and lifted her thighs to the balcony. He sat on the sofa and Cynthia was firmly pushed against his flesh stick to the cavity of her womb as he sat down. Cynthia was now a puppet on a string and every movement Carlo made was met with a moan of pain and pleasure from Cynthia. He suddenly felt that at the moment she was like a puppy being trained by her master."Call me master... Or you'll never get out of bed tonight.""No way! You Gnghnaaaaaaa," Cynthia gritted her teeth and refused to agree to Carlo's terms."You're obviously getting fucked well by me aren't you?" Carlo pulled out a black collar and placed it around her neck, "Cynthia, don't leave me. I am your master from now on."Cynthia was picked up and shifted to a different position, Carlo spread her legs wide towards the balcony, "Are you that desperate for freedom outside?" With that Carlo cupped her breasts from behind her and with a firm thrust of his waist his cock slipped smoothly into her slippery flesh, Cynthia wept and looked out the empty window as he humiliated her beneath her. The darkness had once again enveloped her, and Carlo was unable to control himself sexually, as if he had to fuck her endlessly before all the aggression he had suffered could be put to rest. The huge floor-to-ceiling mirror by the balcony recorded the two of them in full view."There is no one inside my gang that would dare refuse my request like you." He looked at Cynthia in the mirror and said. "See yourself in the mirror? You can only look so beautiful underneath me." He reached out and parted Cynthia's pxssy lips with both hands, carefully surveying the part of their bodies that was connected.Cynthia's toes were taut and she tried to pull her head away, only to have Carlo squeeze.
"Good girl, I think you're about to come again aren't you?" ......Cynthia was fucked in the back like a torn rag doll, crying in anguish as Carlo kissed her here and there.He was wanting to take her in his mouth. Even when Carlo carried her to the bathroom to take a bath, she was fondled by his hands. Her day had been terrible.By the time he emerged from the bathroom with a soaking Cynthia in his arms, the full moon was setting outside the window and the person in his arms was squinting like a cat with its claws tucked away.Carlo laid her down on the bed, lifted her hair from her forehead and kissed her: "You're hungry, rest for a while and we'll go downstairs for a meal.""I'm not hungry!" Cynthia glared at him and turned her head away from him, but the affair she had just had was so exhausting that her stomach growled indignantly and Cynthia covered her stomach, the tips of her ears slowly reddening.Carlo laughed a little and said meaningfully, "When will this mouth above you be as honest as the one below?"Cynthia heard what he was saying and cursed, "Nasty! Rascal!""How can you call that kind of talk to your own wife a rogue?" Carlo opened his wardrobe and searched for something for Cynthia to wear, the one she had brought with her had been torn up by him.Cynthia was so angry with him that she picked up a pillow and threw it at the man in front of the wardrobe, "Shame on you!!!"Carlo pulled out a loungewear outfit and turned to pick up the pillow and put it on the bed, "If I wanted a face could I sleep with you right now?" He said handing her the loungewear, "Wear this, I don't have any underwear for now, I'll get you some when I get back tomorrow."Cynthia turned her head away and refused, Carlo had his ways, he leaned down and cupped Cynthia's chin and kissed her, after which he said, "I don't mind doing it again if you don't want to wear it."Cynthia stared at him fiercely and finally had to take the dress and tell Carlo to get out.When Carlo presses her and forces her to do it all, she feels inwardly disgusted. But every now and then she remembers the dumb Carlo who was only good to her, and she feels so guilty, and the mix of these emotions makes her feel conflicted. She recalled the day that she had let him be taken away by his family. It was her decision, and perhaps it was all of her own making. But in her heart, she could not admit of how Carlo would really hold her completely captive without regard for her feelings. Every part of Cynthia's body was aching from the over-indulgence of the captivity. Her eyes were red and her movements to get dressed seemed slow and sluggish, and Carlo got tired of waiting and turned to help her put on the rest of her clothes. His deft hands fastened the buttons on her dress one by one, while his eyes stared unblinkingly at her expression. He had just done something unforgivable to her, and now Cynthia had to restrain herself from thinking about it as Carlo came closer to h
Ever since that night, when Cynthia took the initiative during their lovemaking for the first time, Carlo has been in a much better mood. Even every time he came home and saw indifference Cynthia, he didn't get angry or suddenly furious. Even at the dinner table, where they occasionally looked at each other, Cynthia noticed that his brow was much more relaxed. Although he didn't look as kind as he had before his memory loss, at least the horror and gloom that had been in the room the other day was much less. Even when Debby came to bring Cynthia coffee, she was smiling as if there had been some recent happy event. "Debby, have you guys been having any fun lately? How come I see the maids are so happy these days?""Miss Cynthia, Master Carlo has given us a big pay rise in the last few days and he says we have served you well. I see Master Carlo has been in a very good mood these days. Usually he comes back with a cold tone of voice when he orders us around, but since the other day h
"I said I will always be there for you." Carlo said, helping Cynthia fill her cup with herbal tea again. His eyes looked insistent, terribly insistent. Cynthia shuddered to think that if she hadn't spent time with the man before, she would have thought the man had gone insane. Carlo's eyes sometimes became paranoid, like a sick man who had just escaped from his confinement island. But most of the time he was still gentle. She tried to ask the private doctor who had last examined her about Carlo's psychological condition. But the man just didn't say a word, and gestured with his eyes for her to stop asking. Cynthia had the feeling that she was living in the Valley of Terror, that the man in front of her was a dream, a fantasy, and that she was a little frightened.Cynthia dared not meet his eyes and averted her own, but said stubbornly, "I didn't think you'd be like this."Carlo looked at him with interest as the corners of his mouth curled up, "Oh? What kind of person am I?" The wa
The painting Antonio gave her was an oil painting of a landscape, only sixteen mo in size, framed in a simple frame, not too flashy to be suspicious as a gift, but simple and elegant.Cynthia even wondered if Antonio had given the painting to Debby by himself, as the frame was even wrapped in a few pieces of simple foam.She looked at it briefly, smiled up at Debby and said, "Thank you, I'm going to take these to my study and paint them later, so I hope you'll tell the others not to disturb me while I'm painting."Debby nodded, her almond eyes curving in a smile that looked genuinely pleased to have done what she had been asked to do: "Yes Miss Cynthia I will tell them later and you remember to go and eat your breakfast first!!! From today onwards you will be able to draw at home! I really admire artists like you!"Cynthia was touched by her innocent smile and said with a slight twinkle in her eye, "I know, you don't have to call me Miss Cynthia anymore, just Cynthia. You always make
Cynthia had been feeling very unwell lately, with a constant feeling of tightness and nausea in her chest, perhaps because she had been stuffy indoors for so long.It was the height of summer, only half past ten in the morning, and the heat was already rolling outside the window, with the sound of robins in the woods not far away penetrating the fence of the villa with a strong summer sound.She leans gently against the window, not that she likes the feeling of the sun on her body, but she has been cooped up for so long that she has forgotten what the outside world looks like.She felt bored and lonely, how could anyone in the modern world even cut off another person's internet and social devices? It was unbelievable.She was now tempted to open her social SNS to check on her friends' lives and news from the outside world. She imagined a day when she escaped and everything she wanted to do would be achieved.It was almost time for Debby to go on holiday again, so she hoped that everyt
In fact Carlo was not happy to be in charge of this mess in the North, he had no choice when he took over, he was an adopted son, Mauro Ricci needed two successors so he was chosen, and Bishop was Mauro Ricci's own, illegitimate son.They had an elder brother above them, the proper first-born son, the child of Mauro and his first wife by marriage. But this Franco was a rebel, and had been separated from the Ricci family at an early age.His elder brother had been disgusted by Mauro Ricci's shady business dealings for years, so after Mrs Ricci's death he broke off relations with the family and left for France, where he has been living for many years.Carlo knew in his heart that even if Bishop hadn't chosen the South End, Mauro Ricci wouldn't have given him the North End.After all, these are dangerous businesses and if the eldest Ricci doesn't come back, Bishop will have to take over the entire Ricci family.A bad run could land him in jail.But that's alright, Mauro Ricci will bail him
Carlo spent the next few days at the villa with Cynthia.Cynthia painted while Carlo sat in the boss chair reading a book.Cynthia took a bath while Carlo sat at the bathroom door reading the newspaper.And when Cynthia is in trouble, Carlo is always there to hand her what she needs and seems like the most caring companion.But at night, Carlo is a real dark character.He would torment her in all sorts of ways.Carlo sat on the bed and crooks his finger at Cynthia, who has just had a bath: "Come on, let's see how you behave?"Cynthia wanted to tell him to get lost, but had to hold back for the sake of freedom and reluctantly half-kneeled down to take his thick, big thing into her mouth.She couldn't know how to suck at all, and her teeth occasionally touched the outer skin of his flesh, which didn't feel too good.But Carlo looked down and saw his thing going in and out of Cynthia's sweet red mouth, her red eyes tearing up with discomfort, her long, curved lashes wet with tears, and h
"Don't leave me."Carlo's voice choked and his arms tightened, as if he was afraid the person in his arms would disappear if he let go.His eyes looked hollow, exuding a dark, silent vulnerability that shouldn't be present at his age.It was as if he would immediately turn into a cloud of dust and float away as soon as the person in his arms chose to leave.It was the first time Cynthia had seen him so unprecedentedly vulnerable, as if she had peeled back his hard shell to reveal the soft, true core inside.Cynthia, afraid of what he might do if he lost control of his emotions, lifted her arms and soothed him gently and gently: "Be good my Carlo ...... be good ......"Carlo, like a puppy wounded outside, gradually calmed by his master's gentle reassurance, but still clinging her , placed his chin on the nape of Cynthia's neck and repeated what he had just said: "You won't leave me, will you?"Cynthia didn't answer him and after a moment Carlo anxiously got out of Cynthia's arms and lo