Catrina's Pov

Hulk led me to an entirely different apartment from the one I had met Tiny. From the looks of it, it looked like a personal quarters for Vincenzo Morano. 

“I'll treat you better than Vincenzo,” Hulk was saying as he pulled me along. “You'll have all the best time with me. All the ladies know that.”

I was quiet. I knew what speaking meant in this place and how they could switch from smiles to brutality. 

But all I could think of was Bethany. I had left Julian's card with them. If I couldn't be there tomorrow, I didn't know what would happen to my precious daughter.

Ricardo! You'll burn in hell.

The apartment was spacious and luxurious, nothing compared to the apartment I was just coming from. Every sparkled precious metal. It would have passed for heaven if Hulk wasn't dragging me to his master's bedroom. 

He pushed the door open to a spacious, spotless room. I felt so out of place in the room.

“Take a shower and put on a red lingerie…unless you want to see the other side of Vincenzo Morano.”

He shut the door, it's click, the reminder of my reality.

It was no dream.

I was kidnapped, brought here against my will, stripped bare of everything I had, and now awaiting an unknown fate, all because of Ricardo.

But a place like this taught you there was no time for regrets. Maybe it was my brain training me for survival. I had to survive this place. I had to come out and find my Bethany. And Ricardo? He would pay dearly for everything he did. 

The red lingerie was on the bed. I eyed it like it was the enemy. Defeated, I moved to the bathroom. I was too devastated to care about the beauty of the space. The shower ran through my body, reminding me of a minute ago when Vincenzo had held my breast and the way it had made me feel. 

Men like Vincenzo were the kinds I always avoided. I knew how hot men like him were. But after I was left with a pregnancy and the father of my unborn baby left me for a hotter babe, I settled for the geeky type. 

Ricardo. 

But even Ricardo had proven to be a bastard. 

I stepped out of the shower, my body dripping water as I stepped into the room. I picked the red lingerie, dreading every feel of it against my body. 

I sat there, waiting for him. Waiting for Vincenzo Morano.

My heart skipped when I heard the click.

Vincenzo stepped in, his presence filling the room and his cologne assaulting my nostrils. 

He smiled when he saw me in the red lingerie.

“You'll learn very quickly that every act of obedience or disobedience costs you something,” he said. 

I bit down every word that threatened to spill from my mouth. 

“Stand up,” he commanded. His time was different now. Sultry that it knotted my stomach. 

I stood. 

He pulled off his shirt and his bare, tattooed chest stared at me. I stifled a gasp. Vincenzo's body was like a work of art. His body was like the perfect canvas and the tattoos were like the perfect art. 

He was everything like my baby's daddy. 

He moved closer to me and I found myself holding my breath. 

He pulled me to himself, his lips all over my face. In a second, he ripped the lingerie off my body. I trembled. 

“Tonight's called taste. I want to feel what you taste like.”

He drew his finger from the mid of my chest to my stomach. He stopped and only then did I realise that I had been holding my breath. 

“You like the way I touch you, don't you?”

I bit my lips.

“Don't you?!”

“Y-yes.”

He moved downwards and didn't stop until his fingers were touching my clit. I held my breath. My body tensed and desire filled me. 

“I haven't even started,” he said. “...and you're already wet.”

I couldn't hold back the moan as he stroked my clit. Suddenly, I had forgotten about everything. I was lost to pleasure. 

His fingers slid in easily and I cried. I didn't remember he was a man I was frightened of. I grabbed his shoulder, digging my nails into his skin.

He moaned. 

“You're too sweet, Catrina. Too sweet.”

I could feel his budge from his trousers and I wanted nothing but it inside me. I wanted him to drive me crazy. To make me feel good for once. 

He pulled my hair and I cried. 

“Who said you can feel too much pleasure? I don't give you pleasure. You do.”

He forced me to my knees and pulled down his trousers. His large shaft intimated me silently. 

Whack!

The whip on his hand crashed to my bare back. I arched in pain but my insides trembled with desire.

“Do your job.”

*** 

It was midnight when I left Vincenzo's quarters. All my body - inside and out - was sore. I couldn't explain how I felt. It felt too good and it felt very demeaning. 

Goosebumps filled my skin thinking about what had happened. For three hours, I was at his mercy. 

And now, winter's hands embraced me as I walked back to the first apartment I had been to. 

Once, I thought about escaping. Maybe there was no one watching. I could sneak out unnoticed, find Julian St Clair, and save my daughter. 

But my feet moved towards the apartment even when my head screamed, Run!

Tiny turned out to be the Charlotte Fontaine I was instructed to meet.

She stared at me indifferently as I walked in. 

“The girls are dying to meet you,” she said. 

The girls?

The room was cramped up. I had thought ten bunks meant twenty people. But I counted over thirty ladies, recognizing some of them from the club. 

“New girl.”

“How was your first experience with Morano?”

“Don't think you're any special. You're not different from us. He had a taste of all of us the first night.”

“What did you do? Why are you here?”

They all wanted answers or something to say. But I just wanted to sleep. I stood in their midst, too tired to say anything.

“Is she dumb?”

“I know her type. She's rude. She thinks she's any better than the rest of us.”

Charlotte appeared, much to my relief. 

“She'll be sharing a bed with you,” she told the lady who had spoken last. Then she turned to me. “Catrina, meet Isabelle, your bedmate.”

Isabelle wasn't happy to have me. 

“I can't have a dumb bedmate.”

“She speaks,” Charlotte said, tossing a sheet towards me. 

“The clothes in the wardrobe are for everyone. You should be grateful Vincenzo gave you a new life and clothes too.”

I nodded.

“Yes.”

I heard Isabella hiss as I crawled up to bed. I couldn't sleep. I felt every turn, heard every snore, and cried silently.

But night didn't stay long. It left too, and morning came with its harshness.

“Get ready for the real work,” Isabella hissed at me.

I followed the ladies as they bathed and prepared for the day, lining in front of the bunks for their day's task.

“Leonard Conti is here today, girls.”

The ladies gasped like she had mentioned the devil's name.

“Let the new girl have him,” Isabella said.

The rest of the ladies nodded. 

Charlotte stared at me for a while, smiling in a way that made my skin crawl. 

“Very well then,” she responded. “Leo would like you,” she added. “Come.”

I heard the girls giggling as I followed her. 

Just then, the door was thrown open. Hulk stepped in, his eyes burning on me.

“The boss wants Catrina Lombardi moved to his personal quarters, permanently."