♞—Lorenzo Hazel eyes, hazel cat eyes... a combination of brown, green, and gold. I have never seen a woman with such eyes. They were unique, almost attractive. They were one of the best indicators of how much trouble she can be. They're piercing, intense, and honest. They show a lot of things, but they also hide a lot of things—for instance, her fear. Her eyes mesmerized me, I couldn't get them out of my mind. They contrasted perfectly well with her strawberry-blonde hair. When I captured her in the woods, I thought she'd be easy to break, I thought she'd start to cry in no time, and she'd start begging for mercy but she surprised me. Women always break down easily, they respond the most to pain, even looking at a knife in my hand they'd piss their pants but the princess was not like them. I compared her to the women I’d dealt with so far. She wasn't like them, I underestimated her. I don't think I'd seen her cry either, not even once. She tries to hide her fear but the way her ro

♞—Lorenzo I woke up with a start as my hand touched something warm and incredibly soft. I raised my head and saw the princess clinging to my side in her sleep. She stirred and got even closer to me, putting her arm over my chest. I stayed there and waited for her to move away on her own. I have never shared a bed with a woman before, it was odd to have someone in my bed. My eyes went to her face and I found myself staring at her.After a few moments, she shifted again, rolling over onto her side, taking away the warmth of her body. Her breathing evened out. She looked so peaceful and beautiful, like a painting.I slowly got up and leaned against the headboard, my eyes never leaving her face. Her golden hair was sprawled across my black sheets, her flawless pale skin seemed unreal against the dark duvet. The gown she was wearing had been all wrenched up while she was asleep, exposing the upper half of her breasts, baring too much of her skin. My trousers tightened painfully as I div

♕—Delilah "I fucking told you to not start what you can't fucking finish!" I was breathless and dazed as I looked back into his eyes. "W-what?" He narrowed his eyes, looking at me. Like he was trying to read me, understand me. "What are you trying to do?" I shook my head, feeling his warmth seep into mine. "Nothing..." my voice barely above a whisper. "Do you have any idea what I could do to you right now?" he asked, the threatening edge in his voice not lost on me. "Do you have any idea what kind of man I am?" Mama, Anthony, Jack. Their names and their faces resounded in my head again and again... Be strong Delilah, be strong for them. My hands fisted the back sheets underneath me. "You said you won't hurt me, you gave me your word..." I whispered as his lips hovered dangerously close to mine. He cocked an eyebrow in a questioning manner. "Who said I was going to hurt you? There are other forms of torture, princess, that don't require any pain" His fingers threaded in my ha

♞—Lorenzo "Please, I can't..." her voice sounded rough.The image of her laying in the bathtub with a slit wrist flashed before my eyes, a familiar darkness overpowered me. I felt a muscle in my jaw twitching. "Don't fucking think about doing anything stupid... or this will be the last you'll have privacy in the fucking bathroom" If she doesn't fucking open this door right the fuck now, I'm going to fucking tear it down. "Please, Lorenzo..." she cried, she fucking cried. She was fucking up to something, I know all this cooking and acting nice was a fucking facade to make a fool out of me. As I was about to bust the door down, I heard soft footsteps getting closer to the door. She unlocked it, I shoved it open, and the door banged on the wall behind with a loud bang. I saw her standing in the middle of the bathroom, her arms resting over her lower stomach as she cried. Did she fucking hurt herself once more? "What were you doing?" She looked at me and her face turned incredibl

♕—Delilah "Hello, Delilah..." his voice was soft yet I could feel the rage burning quietly underneath. "Had fun?" I was immobilized by fear for a moment. My ears rang from the sound of my own rushing blood. He then crouched down beside my body, I know he was watching me but I kept looking at nothing in particular. The burn on my back stopped me from moving. His steel grip came around my upper arm and he stood up, pulling me to my feet. I still didn't look at him, I glared at the ground as he assessed me from the side. "You got rid of the collar?" he stated, I don't know why he was asking me that; couldn't he see me?I heard him let out an amused sigh and I clenched my jaw. It was amusing for him? My misery was amusing to this monster?! He softly trudged me forwards, asking me to walk with him and I did, it's not like I had any other option. He took me back to his bedroom and his eyes dropped to the collar, screws, and the screwdriver resting on the ground. From my peripheral vision