Chapter 6 Emilio
For every fucking moment I spend locked in this room, our kidnappers will pay.
Starting with that bitch, Cecily. It’s not even me that I’m worried about.
Fuck, this is the third time I’ve been held captive, and while I can’t say it gets easier, they’re going to have to work very fucking hard to beat Il Padrone or Peter. It’s Roman that worries me.
My friend, my stabby soulmate, is not handling this well.
He’s strong—so fucking strong—but he doesn’t see it.
And right now, the battle between the past and the present is tearing him apart.
Which means, I need to fucking kill someone, but locked in these manacles makes it fucking impossible.
So instead, I bide my time. The bitch has another thing coming if she thinks I’m just going to roll over…
I tilt my head back, trying to roll out the tension I’m carrying as we wait.
Captivity always sucks with that. It messes with time.
Has it been minutes, hours, or days? Fuck.
We haven’t seen anyone else, and the lights go on and off at random intervals.
Loud music pipes in whenever one of us nods off.
I’d approve of the methods, if it wasn’t so fucking predictable.
Sighing, I squeeze Roman’s hand again, waiting for the responding pressure. He’s lapsed into silence lately, and that scares the hell out of me.
The door bangs open and the bitch strolls right in, a smug grin lighting up her face. I sneer at her, and I’m certain Dr. Ranlen would have words about the bitch’s heels. They have to be knock offs, and she does not wear them well. Some people have no class…
“The baby Bosses. You both made it so easy on me. Hell, Tom at least had to work to get the supposedly mighty Il Padrone and Cristian.” I bite my tongue, unwilling to feed into her ego.
Roman yawns and I stifle a laugh at how red she turns.
“Very well. It’s time for some fun. And since I’m a generous person… I’ll give you a choice.”
“Is the choice to leave? Because, honestly, you’re boring me. There’s nothing you can do to me that hasn’t been done already.” I roll my eyes at her, tired of her games.
Cecily laughs, the sound too light for this concrete dungeon.
“Oh, no. I’m certain I’ll exceed your expectations.
After all, that’s why the job was given to me.
Let’s start with you, Lio, since you seem to underestimate me.
I had the…distasteful responsibility of watching your sex tape.
It got me thinking, though. How about we show people your true colors? ”
I freeze at the mere memory of that tape. Fucking hell. Being forced to beg for it…having people think that was the real me. Fuck. No. There is no fucking way she’ll get me to bend over on this.
Shaking my head, I try to keep my voice steady, but fear I fail as I say, “There’s no way.”
She shrugs one shoulder, before looking down at her polished nails.
Of course, they don’t stand out, she’s too professional for that, but her vanity is there.
When she meets my eyes, the sadistic excitement pours off her.
“You have a choice. We can take Roman and torture him, maybe even kill him—after all, we really don’t need both of you—or you can perform. ”
“Don’t do it, Lio.” Roman’s voice is hard as he stares at the bitch. “He’s not going to do anything for you.”
“If he doesn’t care for his friend…I guess that shows his true colors anyway.” She steps back and gestures to the doorway, when two men come in, heading straight for Roman. They grab him, even as he starts to struggle.
“I’ll do it,” I spit out. They immediately let Roman go, shifting over to me. I ignore Roman’s protests as I glare at Cecily. She’s a fucking idiot. I may have no desire to get fucked, but at least I’ve been through this before. It won’t kill me. What’s a piece of my soul to save my friend?
The men release me from my restraints and drag me up, pulling me along so quickly that I can’t get my feet under me. I try not to listen to Roman’s increasingly frantic pleas, and Cecily’s high-pitched laughter, as we exit the cell that Roman and I have been stuck in.
Blinking, I’m surprised by how…normal everything looks.
Not that I’m given much of a chance to check out my surroundings, as I’m forced down the hallway and jerked into the next.
When we finally stop, I take a deep breath, trying to stop myself from cursing these two assholes out.
My heart sinks at the rapid clip of heels.
While I’m thankful Roman doesn’t have to put up with Cecily, I’d rather the bitch not be near me.
I’m tugged around until I’m facing her. Thrusting my chin up, I stare her down.
I’m not the weak, na?ve kid I used to be.
If she thinks having someone rape me is going to tear me apart, she’s wrong.
All it’ll do is distill the hatred already churning inside me, and she’ll soon learn that will only make me more dangerous.
“You’re going to have a fight on your hands if you think I’m going to bend over and take it that easily,” I spit out.
Her twinkling laughter grates on me, and she exchanges looks with the two men still holding me. “I’m not cruel enough to have someone force you… After all, I want your true colors to come out. And on video, for everyone to see.”
Swallowing, the first hint of unease begins to seep through my skin. “My true colors are loyalty to my Family. I may have blood on my hands, but there’s no regrets tying me down. I can face myself in the mirror…can you?”
“Let’s see if you can still face yourself after this.
” She waves my words away, as if they’re insignificant, and to her, they probably are.
“Inside that room is a young man, an innocent. You’re going to do a little reenacting—but the right way.
You’ll be forcing him, and I guarantee, he does not want it. ”
My heart seizes and my body goes cold. There’s no way I’m understanding this correctly. I shake my head, and I’m actually thankful I’m still being held by her two men, because my knees go weak. There’s no fucking way I’m going to rape someone.
“Fuck. You,” I manage shakily. “There’s no way I’m doing that.”
“You will, or Roman dies. Oh, and if you don’t do a good enough job? So will the kid.”
“Kid?” I ask, horrified, my stomach revolting at images that I do not want in my head.
She tosses her hair as she rolls her eyes. “He’s legal. Same age as when you were picked up. Let’s see what you learned from the mighty Il Padrone…”
My legs shake as I’m abruptly let go. There’s nowhere I can run in this place before they’d catch me. And, most importantly, I can’t have my friend’s death on my conscience. Nor can I rape someone. There are lines, and this one? It’s not one I can cross. Fuck. I don’t know what to do.
“There’s no way. Hell, I won’t even be able to get hard.” I try desperately to reroute her sinister plan, but when she draws out a needle, I know I’m even more fucked.
She uncaps the needle, taps it, and nods to one of the men, who grabs me and fucking rips the arm of my shirt damn near off. With vicious speed, she jabs the needle into my flesh, and pushes the plunger down.
“What the fuck did you do?” I whisper, horrified as heat hits me.
With a chuckle, she puts the cap back on the needle.
“Oh, let’s just say, designer drugs bring in all sorts of money.
This one? It’s supposed to make sex last…
although, supposedly, people can get a little rough on it.
Not my problem, although I’m sure the kid will have wished you got it up naturally.
Don’t worry, this will look even better on the video.
You should be thanking me for making it easier on you. ”
“I will never thank you. You can’t make me do this,” I hiss, even as my skin flushes and a false sense of euphoria begins to build inside me.
“You’d rather me just kill the kid? I mean, it sounds harsh, but…”
I shake my head, confusion twisting around my thoughts, and I grind my teeth, trying to bring the world back into focus. But nothing is working, as everything is scattered. The moment I try to grasp onto a thought, it’s gone again.
“Shit, you may have given him a bit too much,” the man to my right mutters.
“Let’s get this show on the road then,” she snaps.
One of the men grabs my face and forces me to stare at her.
Speaking slowly, she instructs me, “You’re going to go into that room, and you’re going to fuck the man in there.
When he cries about how he doesn’t want it, you will laugh.
Make me believe what you’re doing, or I’ll kill that innocent kid, and then I’ll make Roman wish he was dead.
Here’s your chance to save a life. You just have to ruin it first. Oh, and I want to see him come… ”
She steps back, the smirk never leaving her face as she gestures for the man to open the door.
Shaking, I step forward, only to stop immediately, my stomach churning as nausea claws up my throat.
There, strapped to the bed, is a naked young man, sobbing.
The man behind me pushes me further into the room, and all I can do is pray I live through this.
Although, fuck, I’m not actually sure if I want to.
If I had the option right now, I’d slit my own throat before hurting an innocent.
Before I can question it further, Cecily’s sharp nails dig into my shoulder as she leans forward and whispers into my ear, “Remember, make it real. If you don’t, he dies, then Roman will wish he had. And it’ll all be your fault.”