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~LUCAS~“Marcella…” Her name breaks out of me like a prayer. “I found you…”My arms wrap around her tightly… desperately… like I’m trying to anchor myself to something real after weeks of drowning in nothingness.She’s warm, she's real, and she's here.For a second… just one second… everything inside me settles.The chaos, the pain, the emptiness… it all quiets down.Because she’s in my arms again. Because I found her.God… I found her.My fingers tighten unconsciously against her back, like I’m afraid she’ll slip through me like smoke if I don’t hold her hard enough. I bury my face slightly into her hair, breathing her in… searching for something familiar, something that screams home.Then I hear it…“EWWWW!!!”The sharp, disgusted voice slices through the moment so violently that my entire body stiffens.It’s not just disgust… it’s pure rejection. Raw. Immediate. Like I’ve done something unforgivable.Before I can even process it, I feel a forceful shove
~LUCAS~Moving on is a lie people tell themselves when staying hurts too much.I learned that the hard way.Because no matter how many times I told myself she’s gone… she chose to leave… it’s over, my heart refused to listen.It’s been weeks.Weeks since I woke up in that hospital bed.Weeks since I walked into her apartment and realized she had erased herself from my life like she was never there.Weeks since I read that letter over and over again until the words stopped making sense and just became pain.And yet…she’s still everywhere.Everywhere.I see her in the smallest things.In the way the morning light slips through the window…..because she used to complain about how it always woke her up too early.In the silence of her apartment….because she used to fill it without even trying.In the emptiness beside me….because she used to belong there.It’s suffocating.It’s like she didn’t leave.Like she stayed behind in pieces… scattered through my entire life
~FIORELLA~The next morning, I wake before the sun fully rises, my eyes opening with sharp awareness, not a trace of sleep lingering in them. My body feels rested, but my mind…..my mind is already working, already calculating, already controlling.Juliette is gone.Of course she is.I don’t keep what I use close for too long. Attachments blur judgment. And I don’t blur.I sit up slowly, the silk sheets slipping off my skin, pooling at my waist like submission itself.A faint smirk touches my lips.Control….. that's what I breathe.That's what I am.I come down from my bed, and walk into the bathroom to take my bath and brush my teeth.After a long, deliberate shower ... .hot water cascading down my body, washing away the remnants of the night ... .I step out, wrapping myself in a black robe. My reflection stares back at me from the fogged mirror….cold, perfect, and untouchable.I wipe the glass with my palm, revealing the woman beneath.And she looks exactly how she should.My finger
~FIORELLA~“Did you cum while I was away, you slut?” I ask, lightly swatting Juliette's breasts with my flattened hand.She mumbles around the gag and shakes her head, gazing up at me with a look of fear and worship.I reach down, tenderly drawing my fingers over Juliette's breasts and stomach to the place between her legs where the vibrator is.With a single motion, I grip the vibrator and swirl it around, pulling it from her body, pushing it back in, and finding a slow rhythm.“How does it feel? Do you like that, honey?” I drawl. “You're so wet. So ready. Would you like to cum??”Juliette moans and writhes on the table, body rocking back and forth, as I plunge the vibrator into her pussy again.Then I step away, leaving the vibrator buried in her pussy while she moans in anguish, craning her neck to follow my movements as I walk over to the assorted toys hanging on the wall.I stop, pondering over my collection of toys, before reaching out to pick a strap on dildo that is nine inches
~FIORELLA~I lead Juliette into the playroom. It's a very dark room, walls painted black, red rugs, candle lights placed randomly in the room…causing shadows flickering in the room.Everything here feels intentional, controlled, and mine.On the wall hangs different kinds of sex toys…dildos and vibrators, heavy looking textured rods with complex harnesses and reams of leathers, whips and floggers.There's a big table covered with a black velvet blanket.I turn back to Juliette, and she's watching me…anticipating.Good.“Take off your clothes. Go to the table and lie down,” I say, my voice calm… but leaving no room for disobedience.“Yes, Mistress,” she replies without hesitation.She hurriedly takes off her clothes, making her completely naked.Then she walks to the table, climbs on it, and lies facing the ceiling, with her body stretched out, and exposed under the dim glow of the candlelight.Exactly where I want her.I take my time approaching her with slow, measured steps.Letting
~FIORELLA~“Juliette, get ready for me,” I type on my phone. “I'm on my way home.”Then I press ‘send’ and put my phone into my bag.I walk majestically to my car as other colleagues clear the road for me, enter my car, ignite the engine, and drive off.My girl is waiting for me, and I can't wait to go home and have fun.~~~It takes me almost an hour to arrive home.The electric gates open, and I drive my car into the compound.The gate closes as I step out of my car.The whole environment is quiet, and why not??I stay alone in my own house…. even as a student.I walk majestically to the front door of my apartment, and open it.Then I see Juliette eagerly waiting for me.“Welcome home, Mistress,” she greets me.She's kneeling on the rug in the sitting room, facing the entrance with her head down.She dares not look at me until I say so.I stare at my twenty years old sex slave, with her dark hair falling messily on her shoulders.She's wearing a thin, net dre
~ELENA~How?How can this be possible?How can a man murder his own wife and daughter?? How can a man be so cold and ruthless?? How can a man be a monster??He's the one training his sons to be cold and ruthless. He's teaching them to be monsters….to kill without emoti
~ELENA~Two days now and I can't stop thinking about my mom. I miss her so much. So so much that it hurts so bad.I thought I will be fine but I'm realizing that grief doesn’t leave all at once.It stays. It settles into my bones like winter, turning everything cold and slow
~ELENA~I turn the frame over and my heart stops.A folded piece of paper is taped to the back.My hands shake as I peel it off and unfold it.Her handwriting greets me. Elegant. Slightly slanted. Alive.Elena, my sweet daughter,If you ever happen to come across this note, I mu
~ELENA~Vincenzo pulls my lips into his. The contact is so soft it aches.Barely there. Barely human.He deepens it slowly, inexorably, like giving me time to back away.I don’t.I can’t.My breath falters. His hands slide down my spine, pulling me deeper into the shad







