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 mind game he was playing."You're lying," I retorted, though my voice wavered slightly.He leaned in closer, his eyes boring into mine. "Do you really want to test me, Laura? Do you want to see if Leo truly exists and if he's as hungry as I claim?"I swallowed hard, my bravado waning as I imagined the possibility of facing a fierce lion. "Fine, let me believe you. What are your rules?"He smirked, seemingly pleased with my compliance. "Rule number one: When I call you should answer, on the phone, in the bathroom, anywhere and anytime. On no account should you ignore me or refuse to answer me."I rolled my eyes. "What's this? The military?"He smiled but continued talking. "Rule number two: You will do as I command, without hesitation. Rule number three: You will not attempt to escape or contact anyone on the outside. And finally, rule number four: You will satisfy my desires whenever and however I please."When he finished his last sentence, I became confused and angry at the same time. And then I laughed bitterly. "You must be out of your mind if you think I'll follow those ridiculous rules. And as for Leo, well, I'd love to see your pet tiger try."His eyes darkened, and a dangerous glint flashed across his gaze. "Very well, Laura. You've made your choice."As he turned away, a sinking feeling settled in the pit of my stomach. I had no idea what I was up against, but one thing was certain: I was in deeper trouble than I had ever imagined.The weight of my situation bore down on me like a relentless storm. The memory of Matteo's words replayed in my mind, and the reality of my newfound existence made me shiver with fear.* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *With Matteo away, I paced around the room, thinking of what to do about my current situation. When I had no answers to the questions in my head, I stood before the grand mirror in the bedroom. I looked at my reflection, studying the face that stared back at me. "What happened?" I asked myself.I didn't know how long I stared at myself, just hours ago I had pseudo-freedom in Antonio's clutches but now any hope of freedom has been cut short, I wasn't going to cry again. Why should I? It will solve nothing.It was when I was deep in thoughts that Matteo re-entered the room, his presence commanding the space. He looked at me with an intensity that sent a chill down my spine. His lips curled into a knowing smile, as if he could read the thoughts racing through my mind. Maybe he mistook my silence for submission?"You're beginning to understand, Laura," he said, as his figure apprehend behind me his voice a velvet purr that wrapped around me. "This is your reality now, and you would do well to accept it."I could see him in the mirror, he pulled my hair into a ponytail, cupping it with his hands, he pulled it back, I moaned lowly "You're beginning to understand that you're mine," He whispered in my ear, his words caused a chilling sensation on my skin and I shivered.His index and middle fingers found their way to my mouth and my red hair was wrapped around his hands that looked aesthetically beautiful in the mirror."Open!" He commanded and surprisingly, I obeyed, he inserted the fingers inside and I guess the instruction was for me to suck, so I did just that. I look at the reflection I have to admit, it's a picture perfect image, with the dark lord's hands fisting my hair and his fingers in my mouth.His hands left my mouth and travelled to my neck, he choked me lightly and again I moaned, this weird scenario playing here felt like foreplay. His hands traveled down, fisting my right breast. "Such a good little submissive, you'll do whatever I say," He cooed and my fists clenched at my sides, this can't be happening. I had been through so much, fought so hard, and I refused to let him break me. But his words were a constant reminder of the power he held over me."Never," I spat the word out, my voice laced with a steely determination. "I will never accept this."Matteo's gaze hardened, his eyes narrowing slightly. He took a step closer, invading my personal space. The scent of his cologne enveloped me, a heady mixture of danger and allure."Still stubborn, huh," he mused, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "I admire your spirit, Laura, but do not mistake it for foolishness. You will learn your place."'Foolishness?' Did he just call me a fool? His words made me angry, a blaze of resistance that burned brighter despite the fear that simmered beneath the surface. In that moment, I knew that my battle was far from over. I would not be broken, no matter how formidable he seemed.As if testing my resolve, Matteo reached out, his fingers brushing a strand of hair away from my face. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through me, a reminder of his proximity. But I stood my ground, refusing to cower before him.Without warning, he leaned in, his lips dangerously close to mine. Every instinct screamed at me to pull away, to escape his grasp, but I held my ground. And then, in a swift and unexpected motion, his lips met mine in a searing kiss.Shock coursed through me, a mixture of surprise and anger. Without a second thought, I brought my hand up and delivered a sharp slap across his cheek. The sound echoed in the room, a symbol of my defiance.For a moment, there was silence. Matteo's gaze bore into mine, his cheek flushed from the impact. And then, to my astonishment, a slow smile spread across his lips. It was a smile that held a hint of admiration, as if my resistance had pleased him. I didn't know how many times I had to slap him for him to get the memo."You truly are a force to be reckoned with," he murmured, his voice husky. At this point I realize that slapping him may have turned him on the more. "But remember, Laura, I am not so easily deterred, no man has laid his hands on me and lived to tell the tale, but here you are, frail and scared, yet you've slapped me thrice.""And counting," I replied with fury in my eyes"Thrice and counting," The dark lord said with a laughIn that moment, I realized that I had ignited something within him— a challenge, a desire to conquer. Acknowledging this made me scared, but also, it fueled my courageous spirit. I was determined to show him that I was not his to command, that I would fight for my freedom with every ounce of strength I possessed.As Matteo's eyes held mine in a steady gaze, I knew that the battle between us was far from over. The dark lord had declared his intentions, and I had made my stance clear. The clash of wills had begun, and I was prepared to face whatever trials lay ahead, even if it meant defying a man who seemed as unyielding as stone.Matteo's lips curved into a sly smile, his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. Without uttering a single word, he mouthed the phrase, "We'll share the same room."The weight of his declaration hung heavily in the air, a suffocating reminder of the power he held over my circumstances. My heart raced as I processed his message, a mixture of anger and helplessness welling up inside of me."No," I whispered, my voice barely audible even to my own ears. The defiance in me flared, a desperate attempt to assert some semblance of control over the situation. But I knew deep down that my resistance would be met with an unyielding force.Matteo's smile widened at my response, a silent acknowledgment of the futility of my protests. He took a step closer, his presence enveloping me like a dark cloud. It was as though he reveled in the unease he provoked within me."We're bound by circumstance, Laura," he finally spoke. "You'll always be available to me, just a room away."But he seemed to forget that he created the circumstance. His words echoed in my mind, a haunting reminder of the reality I now faced. The idea of sharing a room with him was a twisted form of captivity, a gilded cage that I couldn't escape."You expect me to share a room with you?" The words escaped my lips before I could filter them. "You must be delusional if you think I'll willingly subject myself to that."Matteo's gaze remained unyielding, his eyes holding a mixture of amusement and something deeper, something that I've never seen nor encountered before."I have no delusions, Laura. I know exactly what I'm doing," he finally said . . .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,
It was just breakfast, but they made it seem like I was dining with Queen Elizabeth, in heaven maybe. As Maria escorted me from my bedroom, I saw a line up of guards, all like skyscrapers, tall and intimidating.They wore black which reflects their boss's inner soul—the dark lord.The passage looked like a very modern cave, in a rich Italian theme. I suddenly felt underdressed for breakfast.At the cellar door, breakfast was a combination of whatever monstrosity Antonio felt like we needed. We got a balanced diet, only because Antonio thinks we need to look pretty and be in shape in order to attract our clients. But breakfast was rushed between hair and makeup sessions.Walking into the grandeur of the dining room sunlight streamed through the rich silk curtains. The air was filled with the enticing aroma of freshly brewed espresso and warm pastries. I've always loved Italian pastries and croissants—something Antonio called "a kitchen delight" because we only have pastries when a job
I smiled at Matteo, his nose was buried in the newspaper. Viktor coughed which I assumed was him seeking permission to leave, Matteo nodded indicating a yes. His face was stoic and expressionless, I could tell he was trying to observe for a crack or fault in my countenance .I took a seat at one of the dining chairs, the once full table was empty, just laid out with snacks. I didn't hesitate to grab a chocolate chip cookie."Hope the mansion is up to your standards." He was trying to bring up a conversation"I don't have much to compare it with, I lived in a dressing room for over fifteen years, you'll think any other thing is better." My sarcasm wasn't intentional; it was due to the fact that he was interrupting me from stuffing my face.I saw that he took it as a sign to stop talking and soon after the young Italian, Viktor, immediately appeared at the door. He must have been waiting on the other side, ready to enter at any time.“Take Laura to our room but keep the door unlocked, s
I opened my eyes to the bright morning sunlight. I was lying in white sheets, wearing a T-shirt and briefs. I can't remember how I ended up on the bed but I could remember what had happened the previous night and how everything suddenly became blurry and then, darkness. Which means that I could recall being in a white lace dress. Who helped me change my dress? The dark lord? In order to do that, he’d have to first remove the lace dress. And that meant he saw me naked again in a vulnerable state. That thought wasn’t exactly pleasant, even though he had it over and over again that he would wait for my consent, but I wasn't comfortable with Matteo doing it all by himself, all alone."It wasn’t me who changed your clothes,” I heard Matteo's familiar deep voice coming behind me. I slowly turned my head to the left and there he was sitting on a grand armchair by the bed. This time, he was wearing a more casual outfit—black joggers and a black tank top, it seemed as if he only owned black
His expression got hardened by my words, as expected. Yes I wanted his touch, craved it even, but that would be me accepting defeat.But it seemed as if that was a driving force for him as he stroked harder, his veins becoming more and more evident, I've known this man for less than a week but he has masturbated twice in front of me, gotten a blow job in front of me, fucked a girl in front of me and some other things he did. It was wild.His facial expression betrayed him with an open display of pleasure, his eyes were fixated on my breast which nipples pointed at him, his voice deep and groggy as he released moans and groans.I was hurting, I was hurting from an influx of pain and wanted that I wasn't satisfying which was all too overwhelming. His hand movement weakened as his groans lowered and soon after he released all in his palm, his eyes never left mine.He walked into the bathroom to possibly wash up and then he turned around and walked down the hallway until he vanished throu