Chapter 8 - Hate (pt2)

_MASSIMO_

I kiss Chiara's lips and it tastes even better than I thought. I have only kissed her while she was sleeping and having her in my arms right now, her eyes locked onto me, In a glare but it doesn't matter. She's mine now, completely and utterly mine. I can see the hatred in her eyes, but I know it's just a matter of time before she comes to accept her new reality.

I almost ran mad with anger when I saw her knock out the maid escape the room from the camera's. She was trying to get away and go meet her lover boy. Same lover boy who has joined hands with her father and they are both turning the city upside down in search of her. Her face is all over the news and she is on the front page of all the papers, but they won't ever find her, not while she is with me.

As I pull back from the kiss, I gaze at Chiara's beautiful face. She's still pale and shaken from the previous night's events, but I can see the fire in her eyes. She's a fighter, and I admire that about her. Maybe I should have been a little bit gentle. I wanted our first time to be perfect, I wanted her to feel everything as I made her cum so hard she would want to faint, I wanted to take care of her and try to be gentle. But it's too late now. I could not hold back my monster and now I have to go about this the hard way. I prefer it though, I don't have to hide my dark and sadistic side from her, she would get the real me, demons and all.

I carry her out of the bath tub and wrapped her up in the fresh sheets the maid brought in. I notice blood stains on the bed sheets and smile, her insides must hurt bad and she must still be feeling the pains of me being inside her right now.

I scoop her up in my arms, cradling her like a child. She's so fragile, so delicate, so perfect, so utterly mine. I almost feel a pang of guilt for making our first time a bad experience for her, but I push it aside. It was necessary, I tell myself. She needed to learn to obey me.

As I carry her downstairs, I can feel her eyes on me, boring into my skin. I know she hates me, and I expect that. But I also know that she'll come to love me, to obey me without question. I would make sure of that.

I reach the bottom of the stairs and proceed towards the dining. She has never been down here before and being the one to bring her down feels nice. I'm sure the drug has worn off completely but she is still laying limp in my arms.

I kick a chair out and set her down on it before taking my seat at the head of the table, to her left.

"Eat Chiara". The table is already set with scrambled eggs, crispy bacon and toasted croissants. Chiara sends me another deadly glare, her eyes burning with defiance.

"No, fuck you!", she spits and I chuckle. Stubborn woman.

"Chiara, eat so we don't have to do this the hard way"

"The hard way? What will you do Massimo? Rape me again? You are a monster!"

Before she can finish her words, I pull her out of the chair into my lap and settle her directly on my already hard cock.

She stiffens for a second before trying to wiggle herself free, but I hold her in place and lean towards her ears, "Yes, I am a monster Chiara, and I will take you right now if you disobey me again. Now, start eating before I push aside this sheet and push my cock into your pussy".

Chiara's eyes widen in fear and anger as she struggles to free herself from my grasp. I can feel her heart racing, and her breath comes in short gasps. I lean back in my chair, holding her firmly in place.

"Eat," I repeat, my voice low and menacing. "Or I'll make good on my promise."

Chiara's eyes flash with defiance, but I can see the fear lurking beneath. She knows I'm not bluffing. Slowly, she reaches out and picks up a piece of bacon, bringing it to her lips.

As she takes a bite, I can feel a sense of satisfaction wash over me. She's learning to obey me, to submit to my will. And soon, she'll come to love me, to crave my touch and my presence.

I watch her as she eats, her movements mechanical and forced. I can see the hatred in her eyes, but I also sense a glimmer of resignation. She knows she's trapped, and that I'm not going to let her go.

"Finish it all baby", I murmur, pressing a kiss to her neck and her body shivers as goosebumps slowly dust her pretty skin. Yes, her heart may hate me but her body recognizes me

As she finishes her meal, I nod in approval. "Good girl," I say, my voice softening slightly. "You're learning."

Chiara's eyes flash with anger, but she says nothing. She knows better than to cross me, at least for now.

"Go to hell!", she knows not to cross me but she is not a woman that would allow herself be put down. That has to change.

I smile to myself, knowing that it's only a matter of time before Chiara is fully mine. I'll break her, slowly but surely, until she's nothing more than a shadow of her former self and my name is engraved deep within her soul..

And when that day comes, I'll be ready. I'll take her, body, soul and mind, and make her mine forever.

"You wanted me to eat right? Well I ate... finished the whole thing, but then Massimo, I never promised to keep the food", Chiara's voice jolts me out of my thoughts and I turn my attention back to her. She has turned her head towards me slightly and I can see a smirk etched on her face. Wait, what did she just say?

With the speed no petite woman should possess, Chiara shoves her fingers down her throat, and gags. I realize what she is trying to do and move to grab her hand but it's too late.

As Chiara's body convulses, her eyes locked on mine with a defiant glare, I feel a surge of anger and shock. She's trying to vomit up the food, to reject the nourishment I provided for her. To reject me. But it's too late, her body has already begun to react.

The sound of her gagging fills the air, followed by the unmistakable retching noise as her stomach contents come up. I try to hold her in place, but it's no use. The vomit spills out of her mouth, splattering all over the table, the floor, and my clothes.

The table, once set with fine china and crystal glasses, is now covered in a mess of half-digested food, saliva, and stomach acid. The smell is overwhelming, a putrid mix of bile and food that should make my stomach turn, but nothing about Chiara could disgust me.

The floor, once polished to a high shine, is now slick with vomit, the sound of it dripping off the table and onto the floor filling the air. I can feel it seeping into my pants, warm and wet, and I know I'll have to change immediately.

Chiara's body continues to convulse, her eyes streaming with tears as she vomits again and again. I hold her in place, my arms wrapped tightly around her as I try to contain the mess. But it's no use, the vomit is everywhere, covering us both in its sticky, smelly film.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Chiara's body stops convulsing. She slumps forward, exhausted, her head resting on my chest. I can feel her heartbeat, rapid and irregular, as she struggles to catch her breath.

I look down at her, my anger and shock giving way to a cold, calculating fury. She thinks she can defy me, reject me and my affection? Oh, this woman keeps making me want to hurt and mark her in the worst ways possible.

With a growl, I lift her out of my lap, holding her at arm's length as I survey the mess. The table, the floor, my clothes... everything is covered in vomit. I bring the cause of the mess closer to myself and watch as her eyes widen and she tries to get away but I hold her firmly.

" I will enjoy every second of punishing you for this little stunt you just pulled." Fear. I see it flash in her eyes for a second before it disappears and is replaced by a glare. I chuckle, this will be fun.

With a growl, I drag her out of the dining room, the sheets had already fallen from her body while she was convulsing and her naked body weakly struggles against my grip. I can feel her trembling with fear, but I don't care.

As we move through the hallway, I spot a bathroom to our left. I push open the door and drag Chiara inside. I release my grip on her for a moment, and she stumbles backwards, her eyes wide with fear.

I quickly strip off my ruined clothes till I'm left in my boxer briefs, my anger and frustration boiling over. I only have small splashes of vomit on my clothes, luckily the woman over here is covered in it.

I turn on the shower, the water blasting out in a freezing cold jet. I grab Chiara and drag her under the water, holding her in place as she struggles and screams.

The water is icy cold, and I can feel Chiara's body shivering beneath my grip. I hold her under the water for a long time, making sure she's clean. What I really have in store for her would not work if she is not clean.

Finally, I release my grip on her, and she stumbles out of the shower, her body shaking with cold and fear. I turn off the water and grab a towel, wrapping it around my waist, then I roughly grab her arm and start pulling her out.

"You're not done yet," I tell her, my voice cold and menacing.

I drag her out of the bathroom, back into the hallway. We move through the dark, damp corridors, the only sound the echo of our footsteps.

Finally, we reach the my favourite room. It's a dark, damp room, the walls made of cold stone. The air is musty and dank, and I can feel the fear emanating from Chiara's body.

I throw her against the wall, and she cries out in pain. Her body slides to the floor, and I grab her wrists, chaining them to the wall with heavy, rusty chains. I do the same with her ankles, leaving her suspended and helpless. I grab long iron ruler from the nearby table and slowly walk back to her.

"You know Chiara, the thought of breaking you always sent a thrill through me", I trace the ruler over her breasts and then without warning, I slap it hard over her nipple and she cries out, the violated skin is now reddened and beautiful.

"Now isn't that beautiful...", I hit the same nipple again and again and again and again, until Chiara is a weeping mess.

"Stop it you evil asshole!", she said through a sob as her body writhes... trying to get awa from me.

"I would, but I'm not quite done yet", I send a couple more hits down before moving to the other nipple.

"No, no wait....ahh...you cock sucking son of a whore!!!"

I laughed, " And you have a potty mouth too my dear, we'll teach that mouth to do other things later. I send 3 more hits before dropping the ruler and covering her breasts with my palms...not soothingly. I knead them and then squeeze her bruised nipples hard.

"Get your hands of me!", she whimpers and I grab the a tape and taped her mouth shut. Her eyes widen with all the profanities she had on her tongue and I chuckle.

Chiara's eyes flash with defiance, but I can see the fear lurking beneath. She knows she's trapped, and that I'm not going to let her go.

I take a step back, surveying my handiwork. Chiara's naked body is chained to the wall, her wrists and ankles bound by heavy chains, her breasts swollen and red from my earlier assault. Her eyes are wide, and her body is trembling with cold and hatred.

Yes, this is perfect.

"Since you don't want to eat, you can starve down here. I won't be coming back any time soon. And I doubt the maid you knocked out would want to take care of you. You are on your own here Chiara." Then I walked out, locking the door behind me.

As I walk away from the room, I can hear Chiara's muffled screams and sobs, but I don't look back. She'll have a great time in my favourite room.

I make my way back to my bedroom, my mind already thinking of how to take of her meddling family. Most especially Stefan. Should I just kill him? The fucker had his tongue down Chiara's throat when I decided to take her, and I fully plan on cutting that tongue out. I grab fresh clothes from the closet, and picking my phone to make a call.

"I need you to kill a woman", I say into the phone as the plan gets clearer in my head.

This would throw them off.