Stepping out of Antonio's office, my heart was beating hard, thoughts raced through me, I was about to become the darklord's toy.
The corridor was dark, the shadows played tricks on my senses as I paced, my mind raced. I couldn't let this happen. I had to fight for my freedom, for the life I wanted. I contemplated fleeing but that was near to impossible.As I was moving, three huge men suddenly blocked my path. I wouldn't deny that I was taken aback for a minute. Their height appeared to be the only similarity they had. The one in the middle was African American, the one at the left had a full head of blonde hair while the one at the right had dark black hair and he wore glasses, maybe trying to be James Bond, the mafia's James bond."The dark lord instructed us to escort you to your dressing room, where you are meant to pack your bags," said the Mafia James Bond, his voice deep, as expected from his height. It wouldn't make sense if a man as tall as him would sound like SpongeBob freaking SquarePants.I tried to sidestep them, but they moved in unison, effectively cutting off my escape route."Where do you think you're going, girl?" Blondie sneered, his voice threatening.I squared my shoulders, trying to look tough. "I'm not going anywhere with you. Get the fuck out of my way."The African American man chuckled, stepping closer as if to intimidate me. "You don't have a choice in the matter, sweetheart. The dark lord wants you to go pack your things now."Fueled by anger I leveled my eyes with them. I was tired of being pushed around, tired of being treated like a pawn in their games. "I'm not some obedient pet to fetch and carry on command. You can tell your dark lord that I refuse to be his plaything. Tell him that if he wants a pet, he can buy a fucking chihuahua."James Bond's expression hardened, his eyes narrowing into dangerous slits. It was obvious he was their ringleader. "You should watch your mouth, girl. You're treading on thin ice."I took a step forward, my heart pounding in my chest. "And if I don't?"For a moment, the standoff continued, the air filled with hostility. But then, the first man bursted into a mocking laughter that echoed down the corridor. "Well, well, well, seems like we've got a feisty one here."Blondie joined in, chuckling. "I kinda like her spirit."James Bond didn't reply, he just swirled me around and pushed me. "Move." He roared out, I fell but then he gently kicked me. Having no choice, I stood up and started walking. Fighting with them looked futile nowJames Bond pushed me maybe wanting me to move faster, but instead I turned back to face him, trying to gain control of their head and the situation."If I'm your dark lord's thing, don't you think he'll flip a switch when he finds out you're manhandling his thing?" When I saw that I had their attention, I continued. "If you want me to go along with whatever plans you have, then at least have the decency to treat me with respect." Finally, one of the black American man grunted and stepped back, a reluctant nod of acknowledgement."We're just following orders," he muttered, his tone begrudgingly conceding my point.I held their gazes for a moment longer, a silent victory in my stance. Blondie cleared his throat and looked away, his discomfort evident. "Fine. We'll escort you to your room without any more . . . roughness."When I finally reached my dressing room, the black American man opened the door and gestured for me to enter. I had gotten used to this small room I had stayed in for the past fifteen years. It couldn't even fit in the three of us comfortably. It was small, yellow, and crampy but it was still home."You have five minutes to pack your belongings," James Bond stated, his voice devoid of any sympathy. It was a cold reminder of the new reality I was facing.I moved around the room, my hands trembling slightly as I collected my few possessions. Fifteen years of memories in this place, and now it all had to fit into a bag. As I folded my clothes and gathered my personal items, I couldn't shake the feeling of loss that washed over me.Time seemed to slip away too quickly, and before I knew it, I was done. It was actually quite sad that everything I had acquired for a period of fifteen years could fit in a backpack and still had space for more."Ready," I said, my voice steady.The African American man nodded, and they led me out of the room. As we walked back, down the corridor, I looked at my room for the last time, knowing I'll never set my feet there again.********* ********* ********* *********As I stepped out of the building, a sleek black vehicle stood before me. The driver stood by the door, expressionless, his eyes hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses. At that moment, it dawned on me that I was really leaving the cellar door. I always thought I would leave with my freedom, but I was going into another cage.The three men flanked me, their presence a looming reminder of my lack of control. The path to the black car was looming with uncertainty, and I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was walking into hell itself. So I took a deep breath, summoning whatever strength I could find within me, and moved toward the car.James Bond placed a hand on my shoulder, guiding me with a firm grip and I had to shoot him a look that I hoped would make him notice I didn't like the touch.The car door swung open, revealing the interior. My heart raced as I hesitated for a moment before sliding onto the plush leather seat. The black cold leather sent a shiver through me, a stark contrast to the heat of the day. The car smelled of rich leather and everything rich.The two men settled in after me, their imposing presence making the small space feel even more confined. The door closed with a soft thud, enclosing us in a cocoon of silence. I thought it was the dark lord's private car but kind of relieved he wasn't in the car.The engine hummed, and the car began to move forward, I gazed out the window, watching the cityscape blur past. The buildings seemed to lean in, as if whispering secrets I couldn't quite grasp.With each passing mile, I felt a growing sense of unease. The car seemed to swallow me whole, the darkness outside mirroring the uncertainty within. I was just a captive audience, hurtling toward an unknown destination. I didn't know what to expect, of course I would never give in to the supposed dark lord, he can suck his dick for all I care.As the car continued its journey, I couldn't help but wonder if this was the point of no return. My heart kept beating and my palms were very sweaty. I was nervous, scared even. But I showed no sign of it.Finally, the car came to a stop, and a heavy silence hung in the air as the engine's rumble subsided. The door opened and the men came out.As I peered out of the door, letting my eyes travel around in what seems to be an airport's runway. That was when I saw him—the dark lord approaching, heavily guarded by men that were more bigger than the three men who escorted me.He didn't smile, and with one cough his bodyguard shifted, leaving him in all his glory and he quietly entered the car. His presence casted a shadow over the interior of the car and my heart raced as he approached my seat. I didn't know why my heart began beating fast.His gaze held a mixture of curiosity and obvious want, something that made my stomach churn with unease. His eyes roamed over me, taking in every detail, as if assessing his newly acquired possession."Welcome," he said, his voice low and deep, sending a shiver down my spine. "I trust the journey was to your satisfaction?"I fought to keep my voice steady, to not let him see how much his presence unnerved me. "It was a car ride," I replied, my words clipped, my gaze focused on the ground at my feet.He chuckled softly, a sound that held a hint of amusement. "Direct and unyielding. I appreciate that."I risked a glance up at him, his dark eyes boring into mine. There was a predatory glint in his gaze—like a hunger. I shifted slightly to create a little distance between us.It seemed that he found my reaction amusing because his lips curved into what looked like a smile. "You're not the first to be apprehensive in my presence. But I assure you, Laura, I have no intention of harming you."I scoffed, unable to contain my skepticism. "Forgive me if I find that hard to believe considering you bought me.""It may be hard to believe, Laura, but you're the first woman who has manged to fully captivate me." He said as he leaned in."So that's why you saw it fit to make me your captive." My eyes bore into his, if looks could kill, Matteo will be long dead."I bought you I didn't kidnap you." He said as if it was way too normal to buy a fully grown human being."First of many?" I asked sarcasm filled my voiceHe leaned in even more closer than his nose was a few inches away from mine. "You're a woman of resilience," he said, his tone almost approving. "I respect that."Conflicting emotions swirled within me, leaving me speechless. This man was an enigma, a puzzle I couldn't decipher. His reputation painted him as ruthless and dangerous, yet here he was, speaking to me with a measure of respect. But yet I couldn't shake the feeling off that he had just bought me!He got out of the car and when he came to my side of the vehicle, he opened the door, extended his hand towards me, a silent invitation. "Shall we, Laura?"I hesitated for a moment, nervous, scared but also curious. Without further thoughts, I tentatively placed my hand in his, feeling the warmth of his touch against my palm and following his strides as he led me away from the car and into the unknown."Not like I have a choice," I replied, unable to shake the feeling that my life had irrevocably changed.As we walked into the open space of the runway, I was greeted by an impressive view of a freaking private jet.Matteo's voice broke through my thoughts, his words laced with a hint of amusement. "Impressed, aren't you?"I tore my gaze away from the grandeur of the private jet and met his gaze, my expression guarded. "Don't mistake my curiosity for approval."He chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. "Feisty as ever."I have never seen a private jet before apart from in magazines or books, but this one looked magnificent. His guards lined up at the entrance, two on each side. We walked in between them and I felt as if I was the Queen of England.They greeted each other, then one of them opened the door revealing the rich interior of the jet. Stepping onto the jet, I was enveloped in luxury unlike anything I'd ever experienced. The rich furnishings and lavish surroundings felt like a dream, a far cry from the dimly lit stage I called my home.The dark lord's intentions rema
The dark lord's intense gaze bore into mine, sending a shiver down my spine. It wasn't a shiver of fear, it was of want, at this point I had no control of my own body, he did.The air hostess girl was still kneeling on the floor, trying to catch her breath. I gave her a look of pity, which lasted for about a millisecond. He didn't even spare the girl a glance, his eyes were focused on me.Without warning, he closed the gap between us, his lips capturing mine in a forceful kiss. The suddenness of his actions caught me off guard, and for a moment, I was paralyzed. I won't deny it felt good, I found myself caving in, I let out a soft moan, then realizing that was what he wanted, my instincts kicked in, a surge of anger coursed through me. With a burst of adrenaline, I bit down on his lower lip with all the strength I could muster. His lips parted in a mix of shock and pain, and a faint metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. His blood not my own."Ah!" he exclaimed, his grip on me tigh
When I opened my eyes, it was night. I looked around and realized I still had no idea where I was. I was lying in an enormous bed in a faintly lit room. My head hurt and I needed to puke. What the hell happened? Where was I? I felt like I weighed a ton. Even my head was too heavy to lift from the pillow. I slowly regained consciousness. The fog in my mind began to lift, and I realized I was no longer on the private jet. Instead, I found myself in a room that exuded an air of luxury and power. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks—I was still trapped, still at the mercy of the man who was called 'the Dark Lord'.I managed to lift myself up to sit on the edge of the bed. For a while, I waited for my head to stop spinning. There was a night lamp by the bed that barely lit up the room. The looming darkness made the room to be overwhelmed and hugged in mystery. The place smelled like an old building—a combination of age and luxury. But then, all of a sudden, as if a magical wand w
The dark lord's chilling words hung in the air like a heavy cloud, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease crawl under my skin. His eyes bore into mine with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine."Now, Laura, let's make something clear," he began, his voice low and dangerously calm. "You're under my control now. You will obey my rules, without question."I squared my shoulders, refusing to show any signs of weakness. "And if I refuse?"A slow, ominous smile crept onto his lips. "Ah, if you refuse, my dear, there will be consequences. You see, I have a rather . . . unique pet named Leo."I raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued despite my apprehension. "Leo? Is that your dog or cat?"His laughter echoed through the room, sending a chill down my spine. "Oh, Laura, Leo is no ordinary pet. He's a tiger, a majestic beast that I've trained to follow my commands."My heart skipped a beat, and I felt the hair on my back stand. A tiger? This couldn't be real. It had to be some sick
My fists clenched at my sides, my nails digging into my palms as if grounding me in the reality of the situation. I was ensnared within the confines of Matteo's web.A humorless smile played at the corners of Matteo's lips. "Your resistance is admirable, but it will not change the outcome. you are mine now, and you will learn to accept that."My heart pounded in my chest, a rhythm of defiance and fear. I had come so far, fought against insurmountable odds, and yet here I was, facing a man who saw me as nothing more than a possession to be claimed."Never," I spat out the word, my voice quivering with suppressed rage. "You can try to control me, to bend me to your will, but I will never be yours."Matteo's eyes locked onto mine, a dangerous glint flickering within their depths. "Such fiery determination. it's almost admirable."I scoffed, the bitterness of the situation tainting my words. "Save your admiration. I don't need it, and I certainly don't need you."He took a step closer, hi
With a heavy sigh, I finally unlocked the bathroom door, the weight of the hours spent in solitude lingered on my shoulders. As the door creaked open, I met the predatory gaze of Matteo, his icy blue eyes looked stormy, and I could tell he was fed up with me. I collapsed on my knees, it was a statement that I had no way of getting out of here.Squatting in front of me, he stroked his huge fingers softly across my face, cleaning my tear stained cheeks, his touch was simple yet it made me shiver a little. He crouched, taking my hand in his, slowly he stood up bringing me up with him. Cooing at me, he enveloped me in a hug. His gentleness and multi personality confused me. I allowed myself to be fully consumed by the hug and for some strange reason, hearing his faint almost absent heartbeat brought a weird sense of comfort."I get it now, you bought me." Those words choked me, I was a woman of pride and saying those words took a lot from me.I looked up at him, pleading through my eyes.
He moaned, and before I could react, his tongue was already in my mouth, pushing itself frantically, deep, in a desperate search for my own. His grip on my hands slackened and I could free my right arm. Engrossed by the kiss, he didn’t notice when I removed my hands, getting ready to stand up.“You promised not to do anything without my consent, and dark lord, you certainly don't have my consent?” I said. “Mentally at least!”Matteo froze, and when he turned his head back to me, his eyes were calm and expressionless. "You used my words against me, smart girl." He withdrew, sitting on the edge of the bed.For a while he just stared at me, and then suddenly he burst out in loud, clear, and completely sincere laughter. At that moment, he looked like a young boy. For all I knew he might have been one—I had no idea as to his real age, but in that instant, he looked like he had emotions.“I picked the right one," he said. “Someone to push me off the edge.”“How many girls have you bought?”
"I thought you weren't playing any of my games?" I asked him with a sinister smile, I might have not won this battle but the war was still evident, he was the one who showed lack of control not me, so maybe we were 50-50, a motherfucking tie."No Laura, you just played my game."Ignoring him, I walked up to the mirror and gazed at myself. I looked good, incredibly good in fact. My skin was tanned brown and I appeared well rested. The bags I had under my eyes lately had vanished. I grabbed a fluffy white bathrobe from the hanger. Here you go—refreshed!Stepping out of the bathroom clad in nothing but the bath robe and then, I saw it, right there on the bed, my escape from this prison—a gun. This was my chance and I had to take it.Was I really ready to shoot the dark lord? But I didn't think much further, so I grabbed it, it felt heavy and real. I aimed it at the mirror, closing my eyes, imagining it was the dark lord I was aiming at."I think aiming at the real thing would be better,