by Ella Miles
She's currently tied to the couch while I shower. I needed some time alone to think, but my hand falls on my cock, stroking it as I let Eden’s body saturate my thoughts.
Her dark hair, still smooth and silky despite not washing it in weeks. Her flawless, smooth skin that my hands are about to mark. Her perky breasts with nipples that will harden, despite how hard she tries to hide her attraction. And her tight cunt that will be torn between trying to push me out and drench me, as it pulls me back in.
My erection hardens and lengthens in my hand, ready to take Eden. I smirk as I turn the water off and step out of the shower and out into the living room, not bothering to dry off or even clothe myself.
She doesn’t notice me at first or even glance at me. Her eyes are half shut. Her body limp on the couch.
I clear my throat. I want Eden to look at me. I want her to feel terrified about what I’m going to do with her. I want to see the change in her eyes before I rape her.
Her head turns, and her lips slowly drop open. Her eyes go straight to my dick, but I can’t tell if she’s turned on, disgusted, or indifferent.
I growl. I need to feel Eden’s suffering. Soon enough, I will.
I walk to her, grab her neck, and climb on top of her, water dripping down onto her. My body presses against hers, and the only thing separating us is my shirt she’s wearing and her panties. I clench her throat with my hand.
“This is your last chance, baby. Tell me where to find Nina.”
She squeezes her eyes shut, and her lips move, but nothing comes out.
I loosen my grasp.
“No.” Her lips curl up into a smile.
I’m not a good person. I’ve raped plenty of women before. She should believe my threats.
I snarl.
I tighten my hand again watching as the blood drains from her face.
“You’re so much prettier when you can’t speak.”
She doesn’t move beneath me or struggle at all. She still thinks I’ll stop. I won’t.
My other hand ducks under her shirt, running up the length of her body savoring the smooth skin on her belly and up to her hardened nipples. Her body wants me, despite her hatred of me.
“You want me, baby.” I flick my thumb across her nipple.
Her cheeks flush, and I loosen my grip on her throat, taunting her. Letting her deny her cravings if she wants, but she can’t.
Her head jerks to the side as she bares her teeth and sinks them into the flesh of my hand. I grab her jaw, prying her mouth off my hand before slapping her across the face.
She huffs, breathing heavily in and out as the sting spreads across her face. She’s angry now and is finally going to fight back. Good. I need her fighting to find out exactly how strong she is.
“You’re nothing more than a rapist. I don’t want you. I could never want someone that hurts me as you do. My body is human. It responds automatically to a man’s touch. It doesn’t mean anything.”
I rip her panties down and plunge two fingers inside her, feeling the wetness and spreading it out between her legs so that she can feel how wet she is for me. Her arms fight against my body trying to push me off, but she’s barely fighting at all. I’ve pissed her off, but not enough to become desperate.
“You feel that baby? You’re so wet. Wetter than you’ve ever been before. Aren’t you?”
I grab her chin and turn her head toward me. “Answer me!”
“I hate you.” Her nostrils flare with each exhale. Her body is tense beneath mine as she does everything she can to keep me from penetrating her shell.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
Her hands fight against my chest, trying to get me off. One of her nails sinks into a sensitive spot in my back, releasing a deep growl from my throat. I grab her wrists and lift them above her head, holding them with one hand as she struggles beneath me.
“Last chance. You can stop this beautiful. Tell me where to find Nina, and I’ll spare you.”
She bites her lip, forcing herself to keep her mouth shut. I don’t scare her enough. Even the thought of me raping her isn’t enough for her to give up her friend. She’s a saint. I’m about to make her feel like a sinner.
I grab her thigh with my free hand and pull her leg wide, as my cock sinks between her legs pulsing at her wet entrance.
I tease her, letting the head of my cock push inside her sex and watch her eyes darken. With rage. Anger. And pleasure.
It’s been a long time since she’s had a man between her legs and her body is practically pulling me further inside.
I wait three seconds for her to change her mind.
One.
Two. My cock slips further inside.
Three.
My cock drives into her, feeling every inch of her slick interior. I could stay here forever, fucking her.
Her hips buck underneath mine, trying to get free. But all it does is allow me to descend deeper. I close my eyes, letting my body enjoy hers for a moment, before I start tormenting her again until she’s crying and willing to give me whatever I want to make me stop. So many different ways and places I could fuck her, make her suffer.
Nina.
No, she’s not here. I’m fucking Eden, not Nina.
I close and open my eyes trying to make Nina go away but I can’t.
“I chose you, Matteo,” Nina says, looking at me with big sad eyes.
“No, you chose Arlo.”
She shakes her head. “I chose you…”
Knocking, followed by shouting, brings me back to reality and the dream slowly fades.
Eden is lying beneath me, her eyes wide with concern.
My bedroom door opens, and Maximo sticks his head in. He immediately turns his head away when he spots the two of us.
"Sorry boss, but we need you. We lost three men in a gunfight. Clive and Erick were trying to sell weapons on our territory again and—”
“I’ll be right there. Drive the Rolls Royce around to the front, and I’ll meet you there."
“Yes, sir,” Maximo says, sticking his head back in for half a second to catch another peek. His face flushes red, and he smirks before he runs off to do what I commanded.
“This will have to continue later.”
I stand up and release my hands from her, although her leg remains chained to the floor.
She exhales like she has been holding her breath this entire time, while I walk to the bathroom where I left my clothes to shower. I grab my underwear and slip it on, not bothering to wash her slickness off of me. I put on my jeans and T-shirt before grabbing my gun from the counter and stashing it in the back of my jeans. I glance in the mirror.
I punch it without thinking. My knuckles split as the glass digs deep into them. Rage is all my body registers; the pain doesn’t even exist. I’m pissed that Maximo interrupted us, but also mad that even if he didn’t, I wasn’t strong enough to finish torturing her. Nina is messing with my head. I’m not strong enough to abuse her as I should. I didn’t do enough to break her. My cock barely touched her. I have to rape her, make her fear for her life. It’s the only way.
It's because you're such a pathetic little bitch, my father's voice rings in my ear.
He still has a fucking hold on me even though he's no longer in power. He's gone, or as good as gone. Last time I checked on him, he was recovering in a physical therapy center in Scotland.
I walk back to Eden who is pretending to sleep on the couch so that I’ll leave her be.
"Get up."
Her eyes open thinly, but she doesn't move. I grab her arm and jerk her up, tired of her games. I unshackle her, not bothering her to shackle her back to myself. Instead, I twist her arm behind her back and lead her out my bedroom, down the hallway, and down the stairs to the darkest place in the mansion. The dungeon.
"What's going on?"
"I have work to do, and I'm tired of your games. I know that you've been getting food elsewhere. And I know that the food and sleep deprivation aren’t doi
ng enough anyway. It's time for Plan B."
"And what's plan B?"
I throw her to the dungeon floor and pull out the needle filled with drugs that will knock her out for at least twenty-four hours.
"No." Her eyes grow big and her body trembles, just enough to be noticeable. She’s more afraid than she was a moment ago when my cock was buried inside her.
I should be focused on pushing the needle into Eden’s neck, instead of cooking her. All I can think about is her gorgeous lips and beautiful cunt wrapped around my dick.
It gives Eden a chance to run to the door I locked behind me. She grabs the doorknob and shakes it fiercely, trying to pry it open, but it doesn't budge. I march toward her with the syringe in my hand.
"No."
"You don't have a choice. You either tell me where to find Nina, or I’ll jab this needle into your neck. You'll stay passed out for hours. Weak and incapable of defending yourself if any of my men decide to get frisky with you. You won’t even remember if I raped you or not.”
She stares at the needle, and for the first time since she's been here, I can truly see the fear. This is her Achille’s heel: being unconscious. But I don't have time to deal with her now. Maybe after getting knocked out again, she’ll be ready to talk, but it's clear she is not willing to speak now.
I plunge the needle into her neck as she cries out. She tries to push my hand away, but she only fights for second before her body collapses to the floor.
Her lifeless body is lying on the ground, and I can't help myself. I pick her up and carry her to the bench in the corner of the room. It's not much more comfortable, but at least she's off the dirt. I shouldn’t have touched her. I should have left her in the dirt. I don’t know why I moved her.
Because Eden is so much like Nina, that's why I.
I walk out of the dungeon and pull the gun I always keep in the back of my pants out as I head to my car. It's time to kill some motherfuckers for daring to cross me.
6
Eden
My eyes flutter open and the same familiar headache throbs in the back of my head like last time. My stomach heaves and the dizziness and grogginess consume me. My muscles ache like I just finished running a marathon. Last time I didn't know what was happening to me, but this time I do.
Matteo knocked me out with drugs.
I take my time sitting up, so I don’t vomit like last time. I lie in bed for several minutes as my eyes adjust to the light and my body gets used to being awake before I try to sit up.
I don’t know how long I was out. Hours? Days? Weeks? It doesn’t matter. I don’t have access to a calendar or phone telling me what day it is. I can hardly keep track of how long I've been here when I’m conscious.
I very carefully sit up in Matteo's bed. Careful not to move too fast, so I don't get sick.
Surprisingly, I don't feel like throwing up when I sit up. I felt much worse last time. So either my body is getting used to the drugs, or he didn't give me as much as last time.
I close my eyes, trying to regain my strength before I stand up. Darkness and cold overwhelm me in one memory. Matteo’s black eyes before he locked the door, leaving me in the filth.
The dungeon. I remember.
He locked me in the dungeon unconscious and left me there all alone. I don’t remember why he was so angry. What did I do to piss him off enough to do that to me again? He’s a horrible person; he doesn’t need a reason to do monstrous things.
I know one thing: I will do anything not to get drugged again. Well, anything short of telling him where Nina is. But I need a plan.
I thought I had one after Matteo tried taking food and sleep from me. I thought when I found a way to get food and defy him; he would give up and realize I was a dead end. Apparently, he hasn't given up yet.
I need help. My lips curl up. I’ve made one ally here. I can make plenty more. Eventually, I’ll have enough allies to escape or fight back. Maybe I’ll find more allies as I did with the first…
My stomach rumbles again for the hundredth time today. I've never gone so long without food. It's only been three days but the way my stomach heaves, it feels like torture. If I don't get some food in my system soon, I’m going to become delirious, and I'll tell Matteo whatever he wants.
"I have to go meet Maximo and sign a deal for a weapons trade for next week. Watch her." Matteo undoes the shackle on his wrist and hands it to Dierk who hesitantly attaches it to his arm.
"What am I supposed to do with her?”
“Make sure she doesn’t run. And if she tries to, beat her.”
We both stare, as Matteo walks away from us, both thinking this is some sort of a joke. He hasn’t left me alone with anyone since I got here. He’s only worked at his home office. Today, though, he either needs to leave or having me around is getting on his nerves. Matteo is a loner; he likes to be left alone in his thoughts. We don’t converse a lot when I’m around; he doesn’t like the company. I think I remind him too much of Nina. That, or he’s a grumpy ass for no reason.
When I get out of here and talk to Nina again, I need to ask her what happened when she was here. Because apparently, she did a number on Matteo.
My stomach growls again and Dierk gawks at it, like a stomach making noise is a foreign concept to him.
“You hungry?” he asks.
I nod.
“Let’s get you some food then. I could eat, too.”
I try not to react. My eyes gloss over, and I smile politely. But my heart is beating fast in my chest. My feet are jittering at just the thought of food. And I can’t keep my lips from curling up. Matteo forgot to tell Dierk he isn’t supposed to feed me or let me sleep. If I play this cool, I might get to eat.
My stomach is going to give me away, though. It’s booming loudly now at the thought of getting fed. I try to calm it down by holding my belly gently, but it can’t be calmed.
Dierk turns and starts walking toward the kitchen at a much slower pace than I’m used to following Matteo at. I don’t like it. Especially not now, when I might be getting food.
We finally make it to the kitchen, after what seems like hours have passed. Lines at Disney World have moved faster than Dierk.
“I’d like a Turkey sandwich with fries,” he says to Emelia.
He looks at me, waiting for me to give Emelia my order as well.
“Same,” I say, though I really want a Turkey sandwich, fries, a burger, tacos, and a milkshake. I try to act like I haven’t eaten in hours instead of days.
The woman’s eyes bulge while I stare at her, biting my lip hard, begging her with my entire body to not give me away. To fix me food and not question if she should be feeding me or not.
I don’t know how Matteo treats his staff. I’ve never seen him treat the men who work for him poorly. The worst I’ve seen him do is raise his voice slightly when he was frustrated with them. I’ve never seen him hurt them or threaten to kill them or something. But for the most part, I’ve never seen any of the men who work for him do anything that would deserve punishment. They practically worship him.
I’m not sure if the regular house staff would be immune to any discipline if they were to fuck up. If this cook got caught giving me food when she knew I wasn’t allowed to eat, what would Matteo do? Dock her wages? Fire her? Beat her? Or kill her?
I don’t know the answer, and I hate making this woman take the risk, but I’m desperate.
She nods and turns toward the grill to start preparing our food.
Dierk turns, takes a few steps, and waits for me to follow him until we are standing side by side. He doesn’t go to the main dining room as I expect. Instead, he walks past it to another room, which I realize is an office.
“You okay eating in here? I like having some quiet time to think before things become crazy at night.”
I nod, happy not to have to eat in the dining room where any number of people could walk in and remind Dierk he’s not supposed to be feeding me.
He slowly walks m
e over to the small table in the corner of the room where two chairs are seated around it.
He pulls out my chair for me like we are on a date or something.
I smile at him as I take my seat. I try not to let his simple charms eat at my heart. There is a high probability this is all an act. Like a good cop, bad cop routine. Dierk is going to treat me nice so that Matteo can treat me like crap later and I’ll let something slip.
“What do you do?” he asks.
I snort.
His eyes wide and his mouth parts questioningly, like he doesn’t understand why I could find what he said funny.
“You’re serious? I’m a slave in this house, and you want to pretend we are friendly strangers chatting for the first time?”
He rubs his neck with the hand tied to me. He stares at the chain like he’s seeing it for the first time and realizes what it means.
“I’m sorry.” His eyes show the sadness of the world as he speaks. He leans forward in his chair placing his hands in his lap. “I’m sincerely sorry. I know you don’t understand, but I am.”
I frown. Dierk can’t be serious. I distract myself with the office filled with ancient wood, worn like it was made in a different time, as is the entire house. It looks old-fashioned and regal. The mahogany desk takes up most of the space in the room, leaving enough room for a bookshelf and this small table.
“This is your office, right?” I ask.
He nods.
“Then I don’t think your sorrys mean very much. You decided to work for the devil. So you are just as culpable for what happens to me as he is.”
A knock startles me.
“Come in,” Dierk says, staring at the door past me.
Emelia comes in, carrying two plates of food and my stomach churns. The dizziness in my head aches, knowing soon it could be gone. Soon I might be able to walk straight without swerving. Soon, I might have some strength back.
“Can I bring you anything else?”
“No, thank you,” Dierk says.