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 was raised, the room was immediately filled with bright alluring light.“So good to see you awake.”And there he was, sitting to my left on a luxurious cushion seat, a predatory glint in his eyes as he watched me. He sat comfortably on the seat with his arms stretched out on the cushions sides like he was a king. He looked magnificent and for a moment, I admired him."You went out pretty fast," he purred, his voice dripping with arrogance. He was dressed in all black, as if he only owned black clothes. Even though we were obviously in his house, he was fully dressed in a trouser pants, a black button-up shirt, I could see the suit jacket lying on the lounge chair next to him, his hair was sleekly gelled back, he looked like perfection.When he raised his hands to touch his beards, I could see the details of his knuckle rings, one on every fucking finger. Was it there earlier when he finger fucked me? Was that why it felt so good?I tried to speak, to protest, but my voice came out weak and strained. "You bastard what . . . What have you done to me?"He chuckled darkly, his lips curling into a twisted smile. "Still feisty? I've merely ensured that you won't be causing any trouble. You see Laura, I have plans for you."My heart raced with fear and anger. "I'm not your possession, Matteo. I won't be your plaything!"He stood up, walked towards me and gently sat on the side of the bed, next to me and I shifted uncomfortably. "Yet you had no problem being my plaything in the jet earlier."I choked at his words, he didn't force me and I didn't fight him either, I just let him have his way with me. He had me tongue tied but the longer I took to reply, the bigger his smile got."It was a moment of weakness." His hands trailed my hair as I shivered. I didn't know why I reacted this way to him. I was supposed to be disgusted by his touch, but here I was craving it."Was it?" His question was well directed, he leaned in closer and began whispering in my ear. "I bet a million dollars that you're dripping right here, that your nipples are hard as a rock, wanting my touch, your body knows it's owner Laura, but I want your mind to acknowledge me as your Lord."This man was delusional, he thought a lot about himself, and sadly he was right, the woman in me was ready to pounce on the dark lord, but I have a sense of self preservation, I wouldn't let him win, even if I die trying toBut before I could react further, his hand were on my face, he then pulled me closer and crashed his lips on mine. It was a bruising, punishing kiss that left me breathless and disoriented. I tried to turn my head away, to break free from his grasp, but he held me in place, his fingers digging into my arms.Despite my best efforts to subdue the feeling, a strange sensation stirred within me—a combination of anger, confusion, and an inexplicable heat that seemed to course through my veins. It was a maddening cocktail of emotions that left me reeling.As he finally pulled away, his gaze bore into mine, a triumphant smirk on his lips. "You will learn your place, my dear. And until then, you will obey me."I couldn't contain the rage that surged through me. With a primal scream, I brought my hand up, and the sound of my palm connecting with his cheek resonated through the room. He stumbled back, his expression a mix of surprise and something else, something that bordered on admiration.But my victory was short-lived, as his fingers tightened around my wrist, his grip unyielding. He pulled me close again, his lips crashing onto mine with a ferocity that left me breathless. It was a kiss that held a twisted kind of power, a declaration of dominance that sent a shiver down my spine.As he finally released me, I was left gasping, my heart pounding in my chest. The dark lord's eyes bore into mine, a dangerous glint lurking within them. "You will learn, Laura," he whispered, his voice a chilling promise. "You will learn to submit. You have the spirit," he mused, his voice a low, velvety purr. "But don't mistake defiance for victory. You are mine, whether you accept it willingly or not."I squared my shoulders, refusing to back down despite the unsettling intensity of his gaze. "I will never be yours, Matteo," I retorted, my tone unwavering. "No matter what games you play or threats you make."He leaned back in his seat, a slow, calculated smile playing at the corners of his lips. "So, defiance till the end. How intriguing, yet so very stupid." His words were laden with an almost mocking amusement, a hint of challenge glinting in his eyes.I shifted my gaze to the window, a silent reminder of the world beyond the confines of his prison . A world where I had dreams, aspirations, and the strength to fight for my freedom.As if sensing my thoughts, he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "You can't escape your fate, Laura. I've seen countless like you, and they all eventually bend to my will."A surge of anger welled up within me, fueled by his arrogance and the reminder of the countless women he had likely controlled. "I'm not like anyone you've met before," I shot back, my voice carrying a fierce determination. "I won't bend, and I won't break."His fingers drummed softly against the armrest, a thoughtful expression crossing his features. "Time will tell, my dear," he replied cryptically, his gaze locking onto mine once more.I stared back at him. The battle was far from over, and I was determined to fight – to reclaim my freedom and defy the dark lord's cruel intentions, no matter the cost.The air in the room grew heavy with tension, and a cold dread settled in the pit of my stomach. The dark lord's words hung in the air like a looming threat. Fear clawed at the edges of my mind as I wondered what his intentions truly were. Was I truly safe from his advances?"I can see the fear in your eyes, Laura," he mused, his voice dripping with a perverse amusement. "But you misunderstand me. I have no intention of forcing myself on you."I regarded him cautiously, the fear not completely abating. "Then what . . . what do you want from me?"A sinister smile played on his lips. "I want you to beg for it."My heart skipped a beat, and a mix of confusion and shock washed over me. "Beg for what?"He took a step closer, his gaze never leaving mine. "Beg for me, Laura. Beg for my touch, for my attention. Beg for the release that only I can give you.""You're sick. You think I'll ever beg you for anything?"He let out a low chuckle. "Oh, you will, my dear. When you're consumed by desire, when your body aches for my touch, you will beg. And only then will I claim you."I felt a chill run down my spine at his words, a sickening realization dawning upon me. He intended to break me down, to strip me of my pride and resistance until I was nothing more than a puppet at his mercy."You can try all you want, Matteo, but I will never beg you for anything," I spat.His eyes glittered with a predatory glint, and he took another step closer, invading my personal space. "We shall see, Laura. We shall see."As he loomed over me, a sense of helplessness washed over me. I was trapped, ensnared in his web of power and control. But no matter what he thought, no matter what he believed, I was resolved to never give in to his demands. I would fight, I would resist, and I would hold onto whatever shreds of dignity and strength I had left.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,
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