Chapter 53 #2
“Do you think he’s going to love you after he knows what a filthy whore you are? How good you obey my every command like a bitch in heat? Remember the fun we used to have baby,” he snarls as he grabs something out of the side drawer. Rope. “I never did get a chance to fuck your ass. Has he?”
I don’t answer, so far down my own panic.
“Answer me!” he roars in my face. I still feel so slow from whatever he used to take me out and get me here.
My skin tingles with numbness but also radiates heat from the fiercest hot flashes, and I tremble uncontrollably.
But in some weird way, it shakes me into survival mode. I need to make it out of here.
I eye the rope in his hand. I need to divert his attention so he’ll forget about tying me up, because if I’m restrained, any hope of fighting back will be in vain.
“No, no baby. Not a chance,” I babble. “I was saving that special moment for you. I knew we would find our way back to each other.” I swallow to buy time.
“I’m sorry I didn’t get your note or the SIM card.
Please know I would have come to you,” I say putting my hand on his chest. “It’s you I love.
It’s always been you. I was just confused from the chemicals you used to knock me out. I wasn’t thinking straight.”
His eyes are darting all over my face like he’s trying to work out the lies. I fucking hope my acting skills don’t fail me now when I need them more than ever. He puts the rope down and goes over to the kitchenette. I start moving slowly, hoping to get off the bed, but his booming voice stops me.
“Did I say you could fucking move?”
He’s back near the bed now, holding a tray with white powder on it.
It’s been a long time between bumps, probably as long as he’s been gone if I’m honest with myself.
It’s apparent my perception of Alessandro may not have been as clear as it is now.
But I don’t remember him being this aggressive and erratic.
It’s making it very hard for me to predict his next mood or move.
“Sorry, baby. I was just readjusting. I’m just a bit light-headed and have a headache.” I touch my head to indicate where my pain is, but he’s got a one-track mind.
“Every party needs a little fairy dust to get it started,” he says, a grotesque grin spreading over his face as he places the tray on the side table and takes out his phone and starts filming.
“Time to put on a little spectacle for Mr. Holier Than Thou lawyer, show him how dirty you like it,” he says, leaning in and licking my neck.
My blood runs cold at how wrong it feels to have anyone else touch me in this way. I want to tell him his proclivities have got nothing on my Raf’s sexual appetite, but I know that will just agitate him further. However, he doesn’t take kindly to my silence either.
“I think you need to be reminded of who you fucking are and who you belong to,” he says, threading his hands roughly through my hair and tugging to expose more of my neck to him.
His lips scrape my skin. They’re nothing like the ones of the man who doesn’t deserve the inevitable hurt that will accompany seeing me like this.
My skin prickles painfully, like hundreds of thousands of ants are crawling over it.
I need to try to buy time; I need to convince him my words aren’t just lip service.
“I belong to you,” I say, cupping his face, staring directly into the camera in the hope that Raf can read between the lines. I’m sorry. I love you. It was always you. Forever yours. When he leans in to kiss my lips, I cover his mouth with my hand and turn my head to give him my cheek.
“Hey, hey. There’s no rush. Let me use the bathroom to freshen up. Brush my teeth. I want to be perfect for you. For our first time together in years. Come on baby, let me do that for you first.”
He eyes me suspiciously, so I give him a kiss on the cheek and whisper, “Please.”
Moving his hand to the back of my neck, he squeezes hard, and tears sting my eyes.
“Chiara, make no mistake,” he says, voice dangerously low, “if you try to double-cross me, I won’t hesitate to take what I want in the most brutal fucking way.”
I shudder.
“Do you fucking understand?”
I nod, biting my lip. “Yes, baby. It’s me and you against the world, remember?”
His grip softens as I repeat the mantra we once shared.
“I thought you had forgotten,” he admits, softening slightly, before turning the camera to his face.
“Hear that, Mr. Hotshot. Say your goodbyes. You’re fucking dead to her.
You’re welcome to come and fight for her, but I promise I’ll kill you.
” He tosses the phone on the bed and moves both hands down to my ass, then slams my front to his.
“Can you feel that?” he says, pushing his erection against me.
“You’re going to take every inch of me, just like you used to, Bella Mia. My patience has run out.”
I want to scream but steel myself to keep my emotions in check.
He flicks his head towards the door on the opposite wall.
“Go get cleaned up. Make sure you don’t miss an inch, ’cause I’m going to claim every single bit of you.”
I get off the bed gingerly and walk slowly towards the bathroom, trying not to make it obvious that I am casing the room, analyzing if there is anywhere for me to escape from.
There’s only one heavy door, and it has no handle, meaning it’s key entry.
And the large high windows, which I’m not delusional enough to believe I could climb out of.
“All I wanted to do was tell you the truth,” he says.
I pause but don’t turn back to face him.
“Your uncle and AJ ordered your father’s death.
And your stupid bitch of a mother could’ve chosen to stay with you, but she chose death instead.
What does that tell you, huh?” he says callously.
“I’m the only one who cares about you. No one else thinks you’re worth staying for. Not even the woman who birthed you.”
Pain lances my chest and I double over. I go to stand again, but the room spins and now it’s on its side, and I realize I am falling.
Crack! Pain pierces through my head.
When the darkness comes again, I don’t have the will to fight it.