I changed to my reception dress and I danced what seemed like hours with Elio. He spun me around the dance square with my smile so bright my jaw nearly dislocated. After him I danced with Salvatore. It was three full songs of him just waltzing me in his arms. “What do I call you? Sal? Big Bro? Volturi? Oohh, I like that one.” I chirped up as he spun me away only for my body to spin back into his arms. His face fell into a frown. “Do I even want to know what that is?” He questioned as I giggled. “You should watch the twilight movie and the breaking dawn movies. I promise you will like them.” I grinned, him corking a brow but then relaxed. I knew he would watch them and I wished I could see his reaction. I would pay money for it. My insides melted for the hundredth time. He picked me up, my palms on his with my whole weight on him as we turned around. As sad as it had been back then, the wedding being postponed was a blessing because there I was, dancing like a princess with the men
“Husband.” I coaxed, the car flying off the road. Wind blew through the thrown-back roof. I felt free, felt unbound, and cosmic. Elio’s groan and warning look had me giggling. I pushed off the seat, my hands moving up my thighs. I felt Elio’s eyes which made me turn my head to stare at him. His eyes couldn’t even budge as I pulled the underwear I wore down. He turned to the road for a second then back. My white lace underwear was unhooked from my feet, bringing it to my face to sniff. “Lethu bella tentatrice, per favore, ferma il mio amore.” Lethu beautiful temptress, please stop my love. He begged, pressing on the gas. The white lace flew to his lap and I watched as he pulled it up to his face, sniffing it. His eyes closed and when they opened I knew I was in for it. The car took a swerve fifteen minutes later and we were down and near the beach. I could hear the water crush. I could smell them and I could feel them already kissing my skin. We drove up a narrow tropical driveway th
I felt the lights then saw them. I felt as we walked through the house. I ran my hands into Elio’s hair, pulling him to me as if I wanted to infuse myself into him. His hands ran up to my waist and when he pulled back I kissed his jaw and lower to his neck. Soft music suddenly filled the house and water soon sprayed on our naked bodies. A deep shiver ran down yet not even it would tear me from my heaven. We were no longer just kissing because it felt like we were devouring each other. I felt as if he was kissing me deep into my heart. His hands tightened on my waist and I did not protest as he lifted me off. I found my footing while buried deep in his essence. He turned me around, kissing my jaw down to my neck as I leaned my head back on his shoulder. A moan pulled from the deepest hole in my core. I arched my back to him as his hand grabbed and mold my breast with such hunger. His other slid down my belly. I spread my legs for him, his dick pressed hard on my back. His hand ran dow
ELIO “No one can save you.” The words echoed as the silence took root from the screams that had been echoing through the room splattered with the blood of my victims. Those four walls had seen more than any of Russia’s worst prisons. Fresh blood slowly dripped into more dried blood that would take weeks to scrub off. The air was clogged with the smell of urine, blood, and stool but I did not mind. I grew to like such smells because they meant I was doing my work right. A frown pulled on my face as I stared down at the man whose skin was peeling off with each split second. He and I had such fun. It was going for three hours since we'd begun. I never rushed it, I always took my time and made it last. His body was a bloodied mess and littered with holes where my worms had eaten away at him bit by bit. I adored my little beasts. They looked harmless when bottled but as soon as I brought them out to play in my homemade chamber of torture, that was when the music began. I liked to put
LETHU Something was trying to kill me in my sleep. It posed as a blurring sound repeatedly attacking my ears. I groaned, my hand patting until I found the source just on the pillow next to my head. I fought the urge to throw the phone against the wall. My fingers tapped until I hit the right button, the monster shutting the fuck up. Another groan pulled from me, burying my head back in my pillow to close my eyes. My body was tucked so perfectly and I felt like a burrito, toasty warm. I could hear the faint rumble of thunder and the rain beating down against my window. Skipping work had never been so appealing. The devil in me whispered and advocated for the idea over and over even when we knew missing work was not an option. The sound came again, a bloody war I tell you. I screamed at this point. Whoever set this second alarm was the devil’s spawn. I giggled because however that second alarm was set, it saved my life more than once, actually every day. The second alarm ripped the
The moment my brain kicked back into consciousness, I knew something was wrong. Something was very wrong. By the time I became aware of the pain in my wrist, I had already been overwhelmed with panic and fear. My body felt foreign, heavy and my mind was foggy. Fighting through the fog made me feel worse. My cries echoed throughout the empty space. My heart beat so hard I thought I was having a heart attack. I felt my ankles burn harder, bound just like my wrists. My head hung low. The chair I sat on was cold. I knew I was stripped down to my underwear. Too many times I had watched such videos, women warning us all to be aware, to stay alert because sex trafficking was real and there I was, having literally thrown myself at them, opened the door and hopped in like an idiot. There was is escaping now, I thought, weeping my heart out. I kept on thinking of all the things that could go wrong. Another part of my brain was trying to figure out the best way I could leverage myself and get
“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
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