Total pages in book: 260
Estimated words: 245483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1227(@200wpm)___ 982(@250wpm)___ 818(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 245483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1227(@200wpm)___ 982(@250wpm)___ 818(@300wpm)
I shake my head and shrink back into the cage. I reach for my blanket and cover myself.
Gio watches me closely, and his eyes reflect what I think is sadness.
I wanna know what’s wrong. My mind is going crazy thinking of what’s on that TV screen. Of what he’s going to show me. It could be my father, or my uncle. Maybe it's footage of them being tortured. I have no idea, and the anxiety from not knowing fills my blood.
My instinct is to run to Gio. To ask him to hold me if it’s going to hurt. It’ll feel better that way. I know he can soothe the pain.
Before I can ask him anything or even move, he leaves me alone in the room. The TV is blank still and I don’t understand, but he instantly comes back in with a large black plastic bag.
I sit up and wait for him to tell me what it is.
“I got you a gift, princess.”
My eyes widen, darting to the bag and then back to his handsome face.
He smiles sweetly, and this is the man I’m used to. I slowly crawl to the entrance of the cage and almost slip out.
But before I can, I stop myself.
“Your drawing is beautiful.” I look back to the chalkboard taking up so much room in here. I thought he might be mad. The idea that he might take it away from me also crossed my mind. So I kept it in here.
“You like it?” I ask him softly.
He walks to the cage and crouches in front of me, nodding his head. “I do,” he says and his words warm my chest. “I got you more supplies. Whatever you need, princess.”
My heart swells. I try to contain the emotion, knowing that something is wrong with me for even feeling remotely happy with Gio and his praise, but I ignore it and hold onto the sweet feelings.
He holds his hand out and waits. Knowing what he wants, I lean forward and let him cup my chin in his hand. He runs the rough pad of his thumb over my lips.
My heart beats faster. Kiss me.
I wait for his touch, but he doesn’t move. I scoot closer to him, but still, he doesn’t reward me.
“You’ll have to beg me, princess, remember that.”
My eyes widen and for a moment, I’m shocked. He’s denying me? He has yet to do that, and for some reason it pisses me off.
I scoot back into the cage and resist the urge to pout like a petulant child. What the fuck is wrong with me?
Before I have time to think on it, he lets out a rough chuckle and clicks on the TV before leaving me alone again.
Sounds fill the room, and they're loud. So fucking loud. It’s been a long time since I’ve heard music. I squint at the screen, not because the images are small, but because I just don’t understand.
I don’t recognize the people, and it’s obviously a show.
It takes me a moment to understand what I'm seeing, but when I do, my hands ball into fists and anger consumes me. I stare at the door, willing him to come back.
It’s fucking porn.
Chapter 17
Gio
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I can’t help but smile to myself as excitement courses through my veins. I watch her staring at the television through my monitors, and her face is perfect. She’s enraptured, angry, confused, and clearly aroused by what she’s seeing.
The idea came to me as I was driving back from the meet with the Romanos. I needed something to speed the process along, but so far everything I’ve tried has either been interrupted and ruined, or failed entirely. I needed something to force her to confront her feelings for me.
I needed something to get her soaking fucking wet to the point where she simply couldn’t resist any longer.
It came together pretty fast after that. I got an old TV, covered it in a plastic casing, soldered the power button down, wired a car battery to it, and streamed as much dirty fucking porn as I possibly could. I removed the volume buttons and the input buttons, so there was no way for her to turn it off or change it. She’s stuck watching whatever I want her to watch.
Her eyes are wide as she watches the video. Playing on the screen, a half-naked slut in a schoolgirl outfit goes down on a thick cock. It’s dirty, nasty, and the girl moans as she deep throats the guy’s cock.
I’m half hard myself, imagining exactly how my princess would suck me off. Her lips are full and gorgeous, and I could see the horny slut deep inside of her begging to be let out. I know she’d take my thick cock down her throat, choke on it, gag and moan, but she’d keep working. I know my princess will work hard for me once she finally gives in.