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12: Suicide

Penulis: Scooley
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-04-25 03:07:46

The soft knock on the door made me sit up from the bed. I didn’t even know when I’d fallen asleep. Dragging myself up, tired and irritated, I shuffled to the door and yanked it open. Enzo stood there like he had something important to say.

“What?” I snapped, already losing patience.

“The housekeeper said Ortensia refused to eat.”

Why the fuck was he telling me this?

“If the bitch refuses to eat, let her starve. That’s her problem,” I muttered coldly, not even pretending to care.

Enzo looked at me a second longer than necessary, then gave a curt nod. “Okay, boss,” he said and turned away.

I thought it was something worth disturbing me about. What a damn joke, I eventually left the Play Space because I had a late meeting to attend later.

Ortensia was not my concern, this is exactly the suffering I wanted her to go through, for what she and her bastard father did. She’ll pay, even if she keeps crying innocence and pretending not to know what the hell I’m talking about. I don’t buy it, s
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  • Owned By The Devil Himself    28: The Unexpected Blow-job

    The door creaked open, and Vito stepped inside, his eyes locking onto Ortensia, who lay on the bed. He didn’t speak immediately, just stood there, watching her. His gaze was firm, unyielding. “You follow me now,” he finally said, his voice low and commanding. “From now on, we share a room. We share a bed.”Ortensia froze for a moment, processing his words. Her mind raced, her heart thumping in her chest. “What?” she breathed, barely above a whisper.Vito didn’t reply, he didn’t need to. His piercing stare was enough, a silent command that left no room for protest. Without a word, he turned, heading toward the door. Ortensia’s body responded before her mind could catch up, the weight of his presence pulling her from the bed. She stood quickly, her movements almost mechanical, and followed him, unable to resist the power he exuded.They entered his room, the space dark and imposing, just like him. Vito stripped off his clothes without hesitation, his movements fluid and confident, as if

  • Owned By The Devil Himself    27: Get Your Men Ready

    When Ortensia collapsed, something in him snapped. He called every doctor within reach, threatened nurses who didn’t move fast enough, slammed fists into walls when machines beeped too slowly. For three days, he didn’t leave her side… unshaven, unblinking, a ghost with a heartbeat.When her eyes finally fluttered open, his voice was barely a whisper. “Don’t ever scare me like that again.”She blinked at him through a fog. “Scared? You mean… you were scared I got sick?”He didn’t answer, his jaw twitched.She gave a broken smile. “At least I matter to you somehow… Even if it’s just a little.”He scoffed, his eyes hardening. “I bought you, Ortensia, I spent a damn fortune. Of course, I’m going to protect my investment.” But his voice cracked at the edges.And over the days that followed, his actions betrayed him. He placed a hand on her forehead every hour, checking her temperature like a worried lover. He brought her food… things she used to love before her appetite died. He sat beside

  • Owned By The Devil Himself    26: Overdose

    She flung the knife at him angrily, but he caught the knife mid-air like it was nothing.Then slammed her against the wall.“You just signed your soul away, little girl,” Vito murmured, his voice like ice cracking.Her eyes flared. “I want you dead. You take lives like it’s sport… why don’t you taste death for once?” Her voice trembled, caught between rage and regret. “You deserve it. You deserve death”.He leaned in, his breath hot against her cheek. “You think I’m scared to die, doll? I’ve been a dead man walking for years.”Before she could respond, he scooped her into his arms. She kicked, and punched but he was stone. She knew where he was taking her.The Play Space.“No Vito, no…”He didn’t say a word, he shoved the door open and stepped inside. Her back hit the wall, his hands gripped her thighs. She froze… body screaming fight, but the fire in his eyes lit something darker inside her.“I hate you,” she whispered.“I know you do,” he replied, dragging down his trousers. “But ha

  • Owned By The Devil Himself    25: Loyalty

    “What… what feelings?” she stammered, trying to gather the remnants of her composure. She tried to stand, but before she could even push herself up, Vito was there, his hand gripping the back of her head, pulling her into a searing kiss. The taste of cigarette smoke, whiskey, and his saliva mixed in her mouth, sending her heart into a chaotic rhythm. The kiss was possessive, claiming, as if he were marking her, reminding her who was in control. Then, just as quickly, he broke it, pulling away with a smirk.“If you feel nothing, then why do my sins get to you so deep?” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. “You say you don’t care, but your eyes scream betrayal. You sure your mouth knows what your heart’s doing?”Her breath caught in her throat, but she refused to let him see her falter. She wanted to push him away, to escape, but his presence was suffocating. She looked away, trying to compose herself.“If I’m just another hole to fill, then maybe I should let someone else explore

  • Owned By The Devil Himself    24: Rico

    Ortensia couldn’t understand what she was feeling. Sadness? Hurt? She didn’t know. How could she feel hurt after everything that had happened? After all, Vito made it perfectly clear from the start: he was going to torment her, punish her for a crime she had no part in. That was the deal, it wasn’t about love, he didn’t love her, and she certainly couldn’t trust him. So why did it still sting?She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to ignore the tightening of her chest. Why did it feel like the sex had meant something to him? Why did she convince herself that last night’s actions meant anything more than just another one of his games? He had fucked her, used her, and not even 24 hours later, he brought in another woman, another body to fuck and claim as his own.The thought twisted inside her like a dagger, and for the first time, she realized she felt small, insignificant. She wasn’t even an afterthought to him. She was nothing, so why did her heart feel like it was breaking?He

  • Owned By The Devil Himself    23: Replaced

    He stared at the figure curled up on the bed, the remnants of the dry tears from last night's sex still visible on her cheeks. His fingers brushed through her hair gently, the weight of what had happened pressing on him more than he cared to admit. It was the first time he’d experienced anything like this. Maybe because Ortensia was the first woman he'd ever taken her virginity. He couldn't stop the thought that lingered in his mind… “A virgin at 28. Not anymore, doll.”He remembered how she had pleaded with him last night, how her voice had trembled when she called his name, her body shaking at every touch, every movement. She had been so sweet, so innocent, that he had almost lost control. He could’ve pushed deeper, could’ve taken her harder, but he held himself back, even though it had been a fight. It wasn’t the sex he had expected…no, it was far more complicated, more raw.Ortensia stirred on the bed, shifting slightly. Her eyes were still glazed with the aftereffects of what had

  • Owned By The Devil Himself    22: Torment Tastes Sweet

    “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

  • Owned By The Devil Himself    21: Caught Again

    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,

  • Owned By The Devil Himself    20: Witness Him Kill

    “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

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