“I will hunt them all. I will hunt their children and grandchildren. I will burn their filthy bloodlines from this world.” Each word was a promise of violence, his voice low and dangerous even I shuddered in his embrace. He growled it in a way even I could see it in my head. The anger was seeping from him, his chest rising up and down in shallow furious pants, sending me up and down with it since my head lay there.
He chuckled, a dark chuckle that should have scared me but all I did was cling to him. Could it even be called a chuckle with how frightening it was? My eyes were closed, never getting enough of that scent. I was gulping it like cold water on a hot day. It was way better from its source. My mind was in confusion, wondering how? How had he gotten his scent on my bed all through the years? Six years? It was impossible.Who was he? What was happening? Too many questions yet I was too shaken to ask them. As of then, he was my armor, my protector. I could wear him and nothing would get to me. It was in his grip, that protective firm grip with no way for him to let go. I felt safe in his arms in a way I had never felt safe before. In a world full of bulldogs, he was a shark. I felt at home in his arms. Since my father died, I had been lost and lonely but he, he made all that disappear. He took my trauma and made me feel strong, that I could get through it.His free hand rose up, clenching to unfold and fall on me. His fingers ran up and down my arm leaving moments of déjà vu playing in my head. He had done this before. He had caressed me so gently before; his touch was not foreign to my body at all. It left tingles running up and down as warmth exploded beneath my skin. Not only did it seem to relax me but it seemed to cool his anger a little, his sharp breaths slowing down.The man was scaring me, but not in the way you would think. My body’s reaction to him terrified me. I shrunk harder into him and buried my head deep in the crook of his arm. My heart drummed harder, feeling like I was losing my mind. The adrenaline from before was slipping away, leaving me stark with clarity about my new reality. Had I just thrown myself into the hands of another demon? His arms both wrapped and tugged me a little to him. His lips lay on my hair, trembling so hard I thought they would fall off. It was a feeling like no other, being completely buried deep in his warm embrace.His head shook, it seeming as if he was losing his own mind and that left me worried. My arms wrapped tighter around his form, wanting to comfort him, to tell him that I was fine, that they did not do anything to me but I could not. I did not know how I was holding it all together, how I was functioning but I knew as soon as I was alone I would shutter apart.The car came to a stop and I did not want to go out. It was either I was going into another cell or I was parting from my savior. I wanted none of that. I just wanted to stay there with him. I wanted to stay there and not even think of why I suddenly wanted to comfort him, why I was so worried about him.The door opened, and just then, his phone rang.My head peaked out, seeing a familiar neighborhood, having my heart heavily leap in my chest. I had still clung to the thought of mistaken identity but at that point, he was standing at my doorstep. He brought the phone to his ear, pressing it with his shoulder. He still held me with a firm grip while also fishing for something from his pocket.His strength would never be questioned. He was a man whom I saw winning every fight he fought. He held me with such ease, making sure I was comfortable.“Not now brother.” The man simply spat into the phone. “Just find the rest of them and send me the list.” He barked out, hearing a key turning, opening my door, and walking in. A chill went down my spine. His phone was pulled off his shoulder, cutting the call and shoving his phone back into his pocket. The door was closed hard, him striding up the stairs as if he had done this too many times.More tears crowded my eyes, them just dripping and wetting his shirt. He had been here before. He had a key. He knew where my bedroom was, strolling through to my bathroom with no hesitancy at all and soon he was standing under the shower with me.He lowered me down despite how hard I held on, fighting in the only way I could.“Fidati di me, amore mio. Lascia che pulisca te e le loro impronte da te.” Trust me, my love. Let me clean you and their prints off you. His voice was harsh, his Italian accent thick with conviction. I knew I really had no choice in the matter. He had this authority, drilling me with the need to obey his every command.Letting go seemed to be the hardest thing I could do, my trembling feet touching the cold floor tiles. He made sure I was steady enough to hold with one hand before the other rushed to unbuckle his belt. My head kept screaming for me to run, kept screaming for me to jump away and fight him but I was left just staring in horror as the pants hit the floor. He bent to throw them out the shower then his shirt, shoes, and socks, leaving him just standing before me in his tight briefs yet he was still more dressed than I was.He took a step forward, my body pressing into him as his arm held tight around my waist. My hands pressed on his hard abs, my face on his chest. Instead of pushing him away, I found my hands brushing on his skin to move to his sides. His skin was soft despite the tattoos he wore. His body was so warm it felt feverish. Nothing but muscles was all I felt, yet still meaty enough to have my grip on him.The water gushed out of the showerhead, startling me to jump whilst he cursed again.I could have him speak over and over again. His voice trampled away the dark voices that kept coming into my head. I wanted to fall apart but I could not. I don’t know why, but in front of him, I just wanted to look put together, as if it was not all a big deal when I was scared out of my wits.I don’t know when he pulled my shampoo but soon, my hair was lathered with bubbles as the scent of my lemon and mint shampoo exploded in the bathroom. It took away his scent, but I chased it into the small of his shoulder. I would deal with the shame later. If he wanted to kill me, he would have done so already. He could have just been doing some psychology trick, fattening me for slaughter yet I had never felt safe with someone. Too many times I had curled into him, I just knew it. Six full years! Still leaving me shocked to no end.The water rinsed away my shampoo, it falling down my eyes without warning, having me lowly cry out as my eyes burned.“Chiudi gli occhi piccola.” Close your eyes little one.I blew out all the bubbles from my mouth, literally spitting on him. The water was coming down hard, my eyes clenched mercilessly. I floundered for something to lean on, disoriented by my lack of sight. A hand suddenly held mine, pulling it down. I did not fight, a cloth replacing my hand, wiping away all the shampoo water, and bubbles. He wiped over my eyelids. His thumb fell under my right eye, letting me know it was okay to open them and as I peeled my eyes open, his soft warm lips fell on my forehead.My toes curled on their own as I held onto his sides with need. Gently, he washed my body. I stepped back as he moved lower and lower. There was no shame in standing naked before him. Everything just faded away as I stood watching him explore each curve of my body with a soapy loofah. He took his time, eyes void of lust. All that was written on his face was concern and anger.I took the time to take him in. His black sleek hair fell over his forehead, wet and sticking to his olive skin. His small nose went well with his high cheekbones then that dark haunted look he wore like a second skin. He looked like danger on legs, someone you had to run from and never look back. His dark green eyes, with specks of gold if you looked close enough, were haunting yet mesmerizing at the same time. My legs spread for him without even a second thought as he washed my thighs then legs and feet.The water washed down all his efforts, leaving my skin bare. I did not even want to look at it. I knew I wore the map of my story. His eyes darkened as he finished cleaning me, still crouched and just staring at me up and down. The darker his face turned, the more I shivered. He seemed hungry, hungry for blood and somehow, I knew he would get it. He would leave the streets bleeding, walls painted with nothing but blood, all for me.His body shot up without warning, startling me back before I found myself buried in his chest as he buried his head in my hair. He shook so hard we shook together, connected in more ways than I could ever describe. His arms could crush me without him even trying, feeling as if no one could dig me out of them when he had them caged around me.“They will pay.”I knew they would, clinging harder to him, and in a way, encouraging him. I did not care, his anger fueling mine and just paving way for this darkness in me to see the world burn for all who played part in my abduction. With him, I knew he would hunt them all down. My eyes closed and I let myself drift away into him.The doctors arrived, a team of five, filling my room. None wasted time, all sorts of equipment as they observed me through and through. I just wanted to sleep, tucked on my stranger’s side as he stroked my arm softly. Too much had happened already. I did not need more people probing and touching my body. I did not even have the energy to speak so I just turned pale by each second. I wanted everyone gone, everyone to just leave me alone except for one. There was only one person I wanted to hold me as I wept my heart out. “Miss Ferraro, I am afraid to ask but I have to. While in captive, were you sexually assaulted?” One female doctor stepped up. The words bounced in my head, and suddenly I was back in the room with the man ripping away my underwear and touching my body. I felt so dirty, shrinking into my stranger even more whilst he wrapped his arms around me. I could hear his heart drum with such force, so much so his chest could do nothing but violently shake. My head shook, not on
ELIO “Run!” The word came out as a harsh groan, the man scrambling from the floor wet with nothing but blood. The house was dark and empty, bodies littering the once-white tiles. Blood was all that coated me, dripping from the very seam of my shirt which had once been white yet as of then, bleeding itself. I shook the chain in my hand, the man running to slip and fall but he scrambled back up. I stalked after, my chest pounding hard with my head not any different. I could not even breathe, the anger having me think I would pass out. I angled it from side to side, wanting to roar out loud. The men who had hurt my belle, my flower, my Lethu were killed way too quickly. There was no regret than how easy I let them off but my only goal had been my angel, she was all that had mattered at that point. Now that she was secure, I would do anything to raise the dead so I could bring those vile men back and show them what I do to disgusting rats who cross me. The cries from the pathetic man
LETHU My head stirred, my body being swung over. My arms wrapped around what I would say were strong shoulders. My legs wrapped around a waist so instinctively as if I had done it way too many times. Warmth, such thick addictive warmth spread all around me, and I could not help but snuggle deeper. My head lay on a shoulder, feeling such warm feelings I could never explain. The person began moving with such ease. I was so secure I could barely feel the movement. I was drifting into more profound sleep than before, my heart beating with such harmony it was soul-healing. Water plopped down, echoing and pulling my mind to stir from the dreamy state it was in. As I slipped back into the world of the living, the sharp pain could suddenly be felt. My whole body was aching but one was too intense, having me moan. I wanted to twist and curl around yet where I was, there was no curling for me. My face buried deep into warm skin, growling. The moisture between my legs suddenly registered in
Elio changed the sheets and made the bed. He took out my heating pads, setting them up before mentioning for me to walk over. My body stood like a tree, dumbfounded as I watched with my brain having thrown the towel. I finally snapped into a walk, sinking into the opened cover, and snuggled in. He tucked me in as if I was his little princess which I would not mind being, honestly. I did not fail to notice the blanket added for me, not wanting me to get cold at all. He pulled out the remotes for the television, turned it on then lowered to place a kiss on my forehead.My world was spinning so fast I would faint.My father was the last person to lay his lips on my forehead before Elio yet Elio’s was way different. It had my heart just explode with such emotions, feeling the tears creep up but I swallowed them back. Butterflies flapped in my belly with such vengeance. I found myself scared because I had never felt such intense feelings pour over me. As cold as it was with the wind heard
The tray was picked up. Elio bent over my body. My head was by his armpit and I had never wanted to dig my face in an armpit so much. His t-shirt had the thread count of a t-shirt an angel would wear, so thick and definitely expensive. His scent just attacked me so rudely and left me defenseless. He sat the tray before me and took the plate of eggs with a fork. I hated eggs with a passion, smiling as he took them away before I threw up. The plate of croissants was picked up by myself, taking one and munching on it. Of course, he had not made them but they were delicious, and maybe it was because he had touched them. I nearly laughed hard at my thoughts. Imagine choking hard and knocking the tray with the food and coffee spilling. I swallowed fast, hiding the grin by taking another bite. I picked up bacon. You could never go wrong with meat when it came to me. The bacon was warm, sure he had made it. It was just in the middle of crunchy and soft like I liked it. God, he knew me too w
The dishes were cleared away. I snuggled back and finally picked up the remote to put on Netflix. I wanted to stay mad at Elio for forcing me to take my medication but I was melting away very quickly. It was drizzling out, making the setting even more amazing for me. So many movies popped out, the door opening with Elio walking in. He slipped into the bed and nearly had me giggle as he adjusted my heating pad. He removed the one at the back and turned it off before holding my body so possessively.My body was pulled into him with such ease. It took everything in me not to moan. I loved that he did not ask, he just did what he wanted with me. He adjusted the heating pad again. My pain was long forgotten, him my painkiller as I drowned in absolute bliss.I could not function for the longest time, just settling into his chest which was the most amazing thing ever in the world. His chest was hard and warm, feeling so safe, so comfortable and so adored if I dared to even say. What was this
I woke up to a sizzling meal warming up the whole room. The smell just had me groaning where I lay. I was buried under thick blankets, the smell having my belly do a shimmy. The smile pulled out on it’s own, not able to hold it. Just a second awake and I was already smiling all my teeth out. I ate my favorite dish prepared by Elio from scratch. He was not only ruining me for other men, he was also ruining my taste buds. The dance could not be helped as I scooped the food over and over again. My eyes were locked on him, his phone in hand. I watched him frown then he began typing back and forth with someone. I watched the way his fingers glazed through the screen, his thumb folding with each pause. His eyes narrowed for a second, my curiosity hitting the roof. It was a curiosity of him. I wanted to learn all that irked him, all that had him react. What was he like when angry? What was he like when happy? An image of a grin he wore a few hours back played in my head. Something told me
ELIO My hands were shaking. Glass tears covered my eyes as I writhed in anger. I felt as if the anger would burn me then engulf the whole world. I stared at the streets passing, stared ahead then at my hands because I did not know where to look. I did not know what to feel because a million parts of me were shredding apart. I could not breathe, my hand moving up to my throat. I wanted to squeeze it in. I lowered my hand back, bending over the seat with the car seeming to shake itself. I wanted to scream so loud. Just to let the anger out but I decided to hold it in. Each breath taken blew to the fire that was already deadly. Someone would pay. Someone had to pay. I stared straight into the review mirror, my driver stepping on the gas. I was in no condition to drive, my car left in Lethu’s driveway. The darkness settled and took root around but I could barely even see. All I craved was blood. All I craved were screams and death. My heart had never drummed so hard. My skin was hot w