ALESSANDRA

I woke up slightly when I felt the bed dipping next to me. I was too tired to really wake up so I just turned around to look.
I was shocked and immediately sat up to look at him.

"Emiliano?" I whispered groggily, rubbing my eyes.

He ignored me as he closed his eyes and got comfortable laying on his back. I stared at him for a whole 5 minutes before deciding I should leave. I took the blankets off of me to get up and leave, but he grabbed my arms and rolled over, so he was on top of me.

"You seem to have forgotten what I said about getting out of bed." he murmured into my ears as he held my arms above my head.

I gulped thinking of a response.
"I have to pee". Was the only thing that came to my mind, since I really did have to pee.

He chuckled, his eyes crinkling in the corners as he smiled.
"Then go pee" was all he said as he rolled off of me.
I tried to ignore the way my heart was beating, but I couldn't.

As soon as I was safely in the bathroom I blushed a deep crimson colour, hiding my face in my hands.
Fuck Emiliano for being so hot.

Once I was done in the bathroom I walked back to lie on the bed. I knew I wouldn't be able to fall asleep, knowing that Emiliano was just a few centimeters away from me.
I would never admit it, or show it, but I was actually extremely afraid of him.

Who wouldn't be scared of someone that could beat you to death in a matter of minutes.
I personally wanted nothing more than to make him angry. Even with the consequences, just the thought of irritating him made me want to laugh.

I chuckled to myself as I slowly fell asleep with my thoughts on Emiliano.

The next morning I woke up feeling a heavy weight on me. Call it cliché if you want, but I would call it awkward.

What else can you call it when you see your captor lying on your bare stomach with his arms around you.

His big hand was taking up half my abdomen while his face was taking up the other half.

I stayed still not knowing what to do. It was so awkward, especially since every few minutes or so he would rub his hands from the hem of my underwear to the beginning of my boobs and back again. Please tell me what the fuck I am supposed to do?

1. Wake him up.

2. Stay still and wait for him to wake up and pray his hands don't go any higher.

3. Jump up and make a run for it, knowing I won't make it.

I was still contemplating when I felt him start to stir. I felt my stomach tightening when he rubbed his face on my stomach his lips openly brushing along my skin, making me heat up. Oh dear lord.

He groaned a little rubbing his hand up and down again as he stertched a bit. I gasped when his hands cupped breast and his fingers began to trace my nipple.

I looked at his face, only to find his light golden coloured eyes staring at me full of lust. I didn't even have a second to think before his head was under the large t-shirt and his lips around my other nipple, sucking and biting gently.

I moaned as he teased me with his tongue. He really needed to stop.
I pulled on his hair in an attempt to move him away from my breasts, but that just caused him to groan. I felt my panties getting wet form the sound alone.

It wasn't long before he stopped in surprise.
He pulled the t-shirt away from him revealing the rest of his head.

He looked down at my nipples which were pebbled from the attention.
I felt his hard on pressing against my leg as he licked the drops of milk that leaked. I had a hormone imbalance that caused lactation whenever my nipples where overstimulated. Probably caused by all the drugs I was exposed to as a kid.

"My little slut" he mumbled against my nipple, licking it slowly.
Fuck. He just called me a slut, and I didn't blame him.

Here he was licking and sucking on the sides of my breasts and nipples and I was just letting him do it.
I pushed him away pulling the thsirt down again, ignoring the fact that it now had a wet mark on it.

"Enough" I spat before retreating to the bathroom in shame. I heard him chuckling lightly as I locked the door and running myself bath water.

***

Days past with no sign of Emiliano anywhere. It was for the best though, I knew that if I saw him again I wouldn't think twice about literally smacking him. But I guess I spoke too soon.

Sanchez. The real name of Mr. Tattoos, came to the room and told me that King wanted me in his office. I groaned loudly in irritation before standing up to leave.

I dragged myself up the stairs, not wanting to see his not-so-ugly face.
I opened the door without knocking, not caring if he was busy, but I regretted it not even a second later, when I saw him and another girl, she was on her knees in front of him but I didn't stay to see why.

I gagged, closing the door instantly and going back down to my room. The very thought his dick in her mouth made me sick to the stomach.
I quickly went to the bathroom gagging at the memory of the his lower part and her boobs. Eww. Fucking nasty.

I showered quickly before leaving the bathroom, not surprised to see Emiliano sitting on my bed, waiting patiently for me to finish up. I grabbed the clothes from whoevers closet was in the room before hurrying to the bathroom to get dressed.

When I came out Emiliano was scrolling on his phone still waiting.
"Yes?" I asked sitting on my side of the bed.

"You need to learn to knock" he said with a scowl.
"No. I don't think I want to" I replied picking my phone up and going to Instagram.

"Alessandra. You will listen to me. You disregard my authority and purposefully test my patience and it will get you killed." he said as he grabbed my phone and broke it in half. I stared in shock as my heart broke with my phone.

" I'm treating you very nicely, because I want you to accept your new reality. You are mine now and I want you to know that you will never escape me. You can try and run but I'll find you and bring you right back. Dont take me kindness for granted" he spat, his golden eyes dark with warning.

"My phone" I whined feeling tears sting my eyes, I've had that phone for over 4 years, I did buy other newer models, but that was a iPhone 7. It was the first thing I bought for myself, the first thing I owned and bought with my own hard earned money. My baby. He just killed my baby.

Before I knew it there were a few tears running down my face. All my pictures and videos and music, my memories and my contacts. It's all gone because I didn't fucking save to iCloud.

I looked at him in anger and then at the now broken phone before I shook my head. "That was just unnecessary and immature" I spat angrily.

Emiliano looked shocked as I stood up and quickly walked to the bathroom, with what was once my phone.