just make a run for it and disappear. He would never be able to catch me. He wouldn't even realize what was going on, and when he did, I'd be long gone.
I need to play this right if I want to get out of here.
I swallow the lump in my throat.
"Tell me," I ask him, trying to lead him on. I move away from the wall and pull up my panties, as quiet as I can be, given that I'm still breathing heavily as fuck. "Tell me why it bothers you."
He's deep in thought as I sneak past him. His eyes are closed and I'm light on my feet. This might actually work! I might get out of here. My survival instinct is kicking in, and I know I need to get away.
"You're so fucking young," he mutters under his breath. "So damned innocent. It's not good."
I'm quiet. Quiet as a mouse as I sneak past him. I'm almost at the door. I let myself breathe a sigh of relief. I'll be out soon.
I slip through the door.
"You don't belong in a cell," I can hear Matteo saying behind me. "You belong in a fucking castle like the spoiled princess you are."
I'm out. I'm in the hallway, wildly looking around myself and searching for an escape from this horrible nightmare. I need to get back to Daddy, right now.
"You think I'm fucking stupid, princess?"
His breath is hot against my neck. Fuck.
One hand wraps around my neck, the other pulls down on my long hair, hard. He pulls me back and I whimper in pain.
"I'm sorry," I mutter. "I'm so sorry."
"Not yet." He's growling. "You're not fucking sorry yet. But you will be, princess. I've been too fucking lenient with you because you're a pretty piece of ass. But I'm about to show you what the real me looks and acts like." He breathes down my neck, and I can feel his teeth grazing my skin. "Are you excited, princess?"
I'm on the verge of crying as he pulls me back into the room. My body goes slack when he puts me down on the floor, all the fight gone out of me. I let him chain me back as I cry softly.
Matteo moves back, admiring his handiwork. "So pretty in my chains," he tells me with a smirk. "Let's see you try to get out now."
I cry out, but he merely laughs. "See you tomorrow, naughty girl," he says. Then, he walks over to the door and shuts it without so much as giving me another look. And I howl into the empty space.
* * *
S harp , threatening voices wake me up the next morning. I stir from my sleep, waking up in a heap on the floor. My bones are aching from the position I slept in, and I realize I must have fallen asleep sometime during the night. The chains have rubbed my skin raw and my sleeping arrangement made my whole body sore and tense.
But the most important thing right now are the voices. I hear them out in the hallway, deep and unfamiliar. And I think they're coming for me.
I crawl into the corner of the room and pull up Matteo's leather jacket. He left it here last night, probably not intentionally. At least it kept me warm for the night in this frozen hell of a cell.
I hear commotion on the other side of the door, my heart pounding so fast. And then it opens, and three men walk inside.
They're about as tall as Matteo, and just as bulky. But they look different. They look...dangerous. Like their only intent for being in here is to hurt me.
"What do we have here?" one of them growls at me. They're all wearing masks, creepy animal faces. At least that gives me hope. If they don't want me to see their faces, maybe it means I'll be getting out of here alive.
They approach me slowly, like predators going in for the kill. I feel vulnerable in my lingerie and am so thankful for Matteo's jacket. At least it covers me up a little.
"Let me go, please," I plead with them. My voice is so weak I'm embarrassed by it. I sound like a little girl, and as another one of the men laughs, I realize that's exactly what they see me as.
"You're not getting out of here any time soon," the man with the rabbit mask tells me. "And we're not supposed to touch you, either."
"Not that we always follow the rules," the
I need to play this right if I want to get out of here.
I swallow the lump in my throat.
"Tell me," I ask him, trying to lead him on. I move away from the wall and pull up my panties, as quiet as I can be, given that I'm still breathing heavily as fuck. "Tell me why it bothers you."
He's deep in thought as I sneak past him. His eyes are closed and I'm light on my feet. This might actually work! I might get out of here. My survival instinct is kicking in, and I know I need to get away.
"You're so fucking young," he mutters under his breath. "So damned innocent. It's not good."
I'm quiet. Quiet as a mouse as I sneak past him. I'm almost at the door. I let myself breathe a sigh of relief. I'll be out soon.
I slip through the door.
"You don't belong in a cell," I can hear Matteo saying behind me. "You belong in a fucking castle like the spoiled princess you are."
I'm out. I'm in the hallway, wildly looking around myself and searching for an escape from this horrible nightmare. I need to get back to Daddy, right now.
"You think I'm fucking stupid, princess?"
His breath is hot against my neck. Fuck.
One hand wraps around my neck, the other pulls down on my long hair, hard. He pulls me back and I whimper in pain.
"I'm sorry," I mutter. "I'm so sorry."
"Not yet." He's growling. "You're not fucking sorry yet. But you will be, princess. I've been too fucking lenient with you because you're a pretty piece of ass. But I'm about to show you what the real me looks and acts like." He breathes down my neck, and I can feel his teeth grazing my skin. "Are you excited, princess?"
I'm on the verge of crying as he pulls me back into the room. My body goes slack when he puts me down on the floor, all the fight gone out of me. I let him chain me back as I cry softly.
Matteo moves back, admiring his handiwork. "So pretty in my chains," he tells me with a smirk. "Let's see you try to get out now."
I cry out, but he merely laughs. "See you tomorrow, naughty girl," he says. Then, he walks over to the door and shuts it without so much as giving me another look. And I howl into the empty space.
* * *
S harp , threatening voices wake me up the next morning. I stir from my sleep, waking up in a heap on the floor. My bones are aching from the position I slept in, and I realize I must have fallen asleep sometime during the night. The chains have rubbed my skin raw and my sleeping arrangement made my whole body sore and tense.
But the most important thing right now are the voices. I hear them out in the hallway, deep and unfamiliar. And I think they're coming for me.
I crawl into the corner of the room and pull up Matteo's leather jacket. He left it here last night, probably not intentionally. At least it kept me warm for the night in this frozen hell of a cell.
I hear commotion on the other side of the door, my heart pounding so fast. And then it opens, and three men walk inside.
They're about as tall as Matteo, and just as bulky. But they look different. They look...dangerous. Like their only intent for being in here is to hurt me.
"What do we have here?" one of them growls at me. They're all wearing masks, creepy animal faces. At least that gives me hope. If they don't want me to see their faces, maybe it means I'll be getting out of here alive.
They approach me slowly, like predators going in for the kill. I feel vulnerable in my lingerie and am so thankful for Matteo's jacket. At least it covers me up a little.
"Let me go, please," I plead with them. My voice is so weak I'm embarrassed by it. I sound like a little girl, and as another one of the men laughs, I realize that's exactly what they see me as.
"You're not getting out of here any time soon," the man with the rabbit mask tells me. "And we're not supposed to touch you, either."
"Not that we always follow the rules," the
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