Novels by Scooley

“It’s high time I gave you real punishment,” Vito said, whipping her with the flogger… a multi-tailed one as she winced. She couldn’t move because her legs were locked in a spreader bar, her wrists cuffed.Ortensia’s heart skipped. She’d never experienced anything like this, but she couldn’t deny the way she felt when the flogger landed on her. It wasn’t pain, it was pleasure. And she hated that it felt like that.Vito tossed the flogger aside and began to remove her clothes, and it made her breathing quickened. When he gave her a light slap on her breasts, she bit her lip to keep the moan from slipping out.Then he crossed the room and picked up clamps… nipple clamps, clit clamps.Even before the metal touched her skin, every breath was a countdown. Vito’s gaze, the metallic click of the clamp opening, It was psychological warfare. Her body tensed, not from pain yet, but from anticipation.He hadn’t touched her, and yet her skin burned. The silence between his fingers and her flesh w

As soon as the door shut behind her, she sank to the cold floor, her knees giving out beneath her. The weight of what she had just seen pressed hard on her chest. Her hands trembled, her eyes wide with shock. Vito had killed a man, It wasn’t just a killing, it was an execution. Three bullets straight to the man’s head. No hesitation, and no mercy. The man had begged for his life. He told Vito he couldn’t give him what he wanted. If he did, his wife and two children would be killed. His voice had cracked, his eyes wet with fear. But Vito hadn’t flinched. He didn’t care, he shot the man like he was nothing, like a fly to be swatted. Blood everywhere, the echo of the gun still rang in her ears.She sat there, frozen. Her mind screamed at her to move, to run. This place… this house, was a prison, and Vito was the devil guarding its gates. She couldn’t stay another second. She had to get out before he came looking for her, she had to escape while she still had her sanity.Moving quickly,

“Go on, put the damn G-string and bra on. Or should I wear them on you myself?” Vito said cold and calm, like a man giving instructions to a servant, not the trembling girl standing naked before him.Ortensia froze, her arms crossed over her chest, one hand angled low, desperately trying to hide whatever dignity she had left. Her cheeks burned, and knees weak like glass. She couldn't believe she was standing naked in front of Vito, stripped of everything. And now he wanted her to wear that black scrap of lace, as if she were dressing for his hunger.Her throat clenched. “Please…” she whispered, her voice cracked and small. “Please don’t make me.”He didn’t blink, no softness, and no mercy. “Remove your hands,” he said, stepping closer. “I want to see how wonderful they are.”She backed away, her hands tightening over her skin. “I… I can’t.”He scoffed, a cruel grin forming at the edge of his mouth. “Covering yourself like that?” His tone was dripping with contempt. “You still don’t ge

“I’m going to what?” Ortensia’s voice cracked, more disbelief than defiance.Vito sat up on the bed, his spine hitting the headboard with a thud. He rubbed his eyes like a tired child, slow and heavy. Then he looked at her lazily.“You’ll spend twenty-four hours here with me,” he said, voice flat, like it was already decided. “In my room, doll. Why do you make me repeat myself?”“No. I won’t,” she snapped, her voice trembling, her feet unsure. “Stop this, Vito. I can’t… I can’t be with you like that, not for twenty-four hours.”He didn’t move, he just stared at her, like a storm pretending to be still.Then, casually, like he was talking about dinner, he asked, “Where’s the clit stimulator I put in you?”Her heart dropped. “I… I took it out.”His brow twitched. “Seriously, doll? I thought I made it clear not to remove it.”She swallowed hard, cheeks burning. “I had to pee. I used the restroom, I…had to take it out.”Then silence sat heavy between them. He opened his mouth, but she cut

When I was taken from the restroom, everything happened so fast I didn’t even have time to scream. One second I was alone, and the next, a hand clamped over my mouth and everything went black. When I opened my eyes again, I wasn’t in the restroom anymore. I was in some strange, dark room that reeked of smoke. My heart pounded so loud I could hear it in my ears.Then a man stepped out of the shadows.“I’m Ricardo,” he said with his voice calm like this was some kind of business meeting. “Vito’s friend.” He added.I stared at him, confused and terrified. “Did Vito… send you? Did he ask you to take me?” My voice trembled. “Please, I don’t know what I did wrong. Just let me go. I’m sorry if I upset him.”He didn’t answer me right away. Instead, he pulled out a gun and pointed it straight at me, and I froze. My whole body went stiff, my hands started shaking. I’ve never felt that kind of fear before… not even close. It was like my lungs didn’t know how to work anymore.He took a step close

“Hey, enough of this bullshit,” a voice cut through the tension in the room, its cold tone carrying a weight that made everyone stop in their tracks. Vito’s eyes snapped to the source of the sound, and his fingers instinctively tightened around the grip of his gun.He wasn’t dumb, He knew who this was. This man was their real boss, the one who had given the green light to kidnap Ortensia, knowing it would get him here, into this mess. Vito knew it wasn’t just some pawn; this was the one pulling the strings. And now, Vito was face to face with him. The man responsible for the trap they had just walked into.Without hesitation, Vito aimed his gun, but before he could even adjust his stance, the man's men had their weapons trained on him. It was a standoff, one that would only end with blood.“I told you not to provoke him. He’s got a temper,” the man said, stepping into the light. The moment Vito saw him, his jaw clenched. His grip on the gun wavered for a split second, before he mutter