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Camila

Relief washed over me when Antonio fell flush on my body. I shook his body a bit to ensure he was truly unconscious before pushing him off towards the side. My body still felt weak from Antonio's earlier assault. I hated to admit it, but I had felt good when he touched me. No one had pleasured me like that before, and it ignited a need within me that I hadn't known existed. I was instantly aroused when his lips claimed mine. I had momentarily lost my guard, but reality had quickly returned, and I initiated my plan.

I had managed to keep a syringe in my possession when Antonio was busy securing his gun in his safe. I knew I would find something in the nightstand drawer that could act as a shield for me. That's when I spotted the syringe amidst a bundle of condoms scattered inside the drawer.

I didn't care if it meant risking his life; my only thought was to save myself from the monstrous man. Even though my body had responded to his touch, even though I had wanted more of him, I knew I had to escape.

I shifted my gaze to the unconscious Antonio before summoning my strength and getting off the bed. Escaping was my top priority. However, as I pulled the door handle, it didn't budge. I tried again, but it remained locked. I hissed in frustration; I had forgotten that Antonio had locked the door.

I started by searching his clothes, but I found nothing. I bit my bottom lip in frustration; how could I open the door without finding the keys? If Antonio woke up, he would surely kill me. Panic consumed me as I searched his body, the bed, and the drawers, but I couldn't find the keys or anything to unlock the door.

"This can't be happening. Camila, you need to find a way out of this room," I muttered, running my hands through my hair. My heart pounded at the thought of what Antonio would do when he woke up. I feared the punishment that awaited me. He had been right when he said my mouth would get me into trouble, and now I was in deep trouble.

I had no idea how long it would take for him to wake up, or if he would wake up at all. I wished he wouldn't. It would be better if he remained unconscious. That way, I might have a chance at freedom. I collapsed onto the floor, my back against the door, my eyes fixed on Antonio, dreading the moment he would wake.

Minutes turned into hours, and my eyelids grew heavy. I rubbed my eyes, struggling to keep sleep at bay. I couldn't afford to fall asleep; I needed to wait for Antonio to wake and face the consequences. But eventually, exhaustion overcame me, and darkness claimed my senses.

A gasp tore me from my sleep, and cold shivers ran down my spine as I struggled to breathe. Antonio stood in front of me, a bottle in his hand, his eyes filled with darkness. The bottle alone was evidence of his actions. If looks could kill, I'd be dead.

The look in Antonio's eyes was as dangerous as his world. "I—"

"Get up, you bitch!" Antonio yanked me up forcefully from the floor, his grip on my arm fierce and painful. He dragged me toward the bathroom, and fear gripped my heart at the thought of what he might do.

I didn't have time to compose myself before he shoved my head under the running water. I struggled, my hands flailing, but Antonio held my head firmly. When he finally let go, I gasped for air, feeling as if my heart would burst.

Antonio pushed my head under the water again, this time pressing his hand down on it. My lungs screamed for air, and when he finally lifted my head, I gasped and coughed, trying to catch my breath. Tears welled up in my eyes.

Antonio dropped my head once more, this time forcing my face close to his. I saw nothing but rage in his eyes, and I knew there was no escape from the madman before me.

"You wanted to kill me, didn't you?" he seethed, his hand still gripping my hair, his other hand tightly holding my arm.

"Please..." I choked out, my legs barely able to support me.

"You stupid bitch! From now on, I will make sure you don't experience a moment of happiness in your life. I will be your worst nightmare. I will make sure your days are filled with reminders of my torture!" His voice penetrated my skull, sending shivers down my spine.

I knew he meant every word. The danger in his words was unlike anything he had shown me before. I was certain that going against him would be the worst mistake I could make. Antonio wasn't human; he was a monster, and I was trapped with him.

Fresh chills ran down my spine as Antonio turned on the cold water in the shower. I shivered under the icy stream. "Strip down, bitch!" he seethed, as he began removing his underwear.

With trembling hands, I began to remove the straps of my dress. As exposed as I stood before Antonio, the real pain was in my heart. I felt weak as the cold water poured over my skin. Antonio moved closer to me, and I gasped as I felt something vibrating enter me. My eyes widened as I realized it was a dildo.

"I'm going to punish you with this," he muttered as the device pulsated against my clit.

A moan escaped me involuntarily. "Yes, I want you to moan while I pleasure you with this. I want you to get aroused so that you'll beg me to enter you," he said dangerously. I found myself gripping his arm for support as he continued to tease me.

The cold water suddenly turned hot on my skin as Antonio thrust the sex toy inside me. My core throbbed, and I couldn't help but tighten my grip on his arm, arching my back. "Please..."

"Yes, beg me. Are you enjoying this little torture?" he whispered to my earlobe. "By the time my dick enters you, your ability to think straight will be gone. I'll fuck you so hard and senselessly that you'll never even think of disrespecting me again." He withdrew the device, and a loud gasp escaped me.

Damn!

"I'm giving you thirty minutes to get dressed. We're going back to New York," he said before leaving the bathroom. I couldn't help but catch a glimpse of his erect shaft. I swallowed hard at its size. What would it feel like if he entered me with that?

I mentally scolded myself for having such thoughts in this situation. What he had done moments ago had pleasured me in ways I couldn't deny. I couldn't control myself, and that frightened me.

I bit my bottom lip as I walked down the stairs, all ready for the journey back home. I had decided not to argue with Antonio anymore. My objections only seemed to lead to more punishment for me. If I let my guard down, maybe he'd grow tired and leave me alone. If I didn't show any emotions, perhaps he'd lose interest.

Antonio was a man who shouldn't be trifled with. No matter how much I tried to defy him, he would continue to torment me. He had made that painfully clear earlier, and it would be foolish not to believe that he meant every word.

Antonio was on the phone speaking in Italian, and from the looks of it, the person on the other end was in trouble. He ended the call when he spotted me, saying nothing, and walked away. I bit my bottom lip again, holding back the tears that threatened to surface. Crying wouldn't solve my problems. I was already helpless, with no other option but to comply with his demands if I wanted to keep my remaining sanity intact. Antonio had the power to drive me to madness.

**

The journey back to New York was swift, likely due to some urgent matter Antonio had mentioned on the phone. I couldn't fully concentrate because half of my mind was preoccupied with my own troubles and what awaited me at home. Would my life ever be the same again?

Upon arrival, Antonio's employee, Rain, approached us as we exited the airport. "Take her home first. I'm heading to the office," Antonio instructed. Rain nodded, collected my bags, and opened the car door for me.

I didn't spare Antonio a glance or even attempt to speak. I felt too weak to do so. Rain drove through the familiar streets of New York, and I remained lost in my thoughts.

Finally, we arrived at our destination. Rain helped me with the bags, including Antonio's, and I mumbled a weak "Thank you" without caring whether he heard me or not.

Now, I was back in the lion's den. A vast space filled with nothing but danger. A house of shackles. A prison where a monster resided. The maid approached me with a polite greeting, "Welcome, Ma'am." I didn't respond and instead made my way upstairs.

As I finally sat down on the bed, I heaved a deep breath. This was it. I had returned from the brink of death, and now I was about to face another bitter battle in my life. My phone's vibrations drew my attention. I hadn't had time for my phone; I had plugged it in on the plane earlier.

All the emotions and tears finally found their way out when I saw Rina's name flash on the phone screen. "Camila, why is your phone not going through? I had to call Raiden, and he told me you're in Italy. What's going on?" She bombarded with concern.

"Rina... he..." I cracked through tears.

"Camila? What's wrong? Where are you? What did Antonio do to you?"

"Rina... my life is not the same again. He's not a human being. He's a monster. He doesn't care about anything. Rina... I—" I choked on my words, recalling how he had forced my head underwater earlier.

Rina's sharp voice came from the other end. "Listen, Camila, calm down. Tell me where you are now. Let's meet." I shook my head, even though she couldn't see me.

"Not now, Rina. I will talk to you later." I ended the call, lacking the strength to continue the conversation. I buried my head between my legs and cried my heart out. I knew that crying wouldn't change anything, but it offered some temporary relief from the pain in my heart.

The rest of the afternoon passed with me still seated in the same spot. I didn't move, ignoring every call that came through my phone. Rina sent me numerous messages and calls. Two calls came from Raiden. Perhaps she had called and informed him. However, I didn't have the strength to talk to anyone. I wanted to be left alone in my own comfort zone, lost in my own world.

A knock sounded at the door, followed by the maid's voice. "Ma'am, Master Antonio wants you in his room." My heart immediately started pounding in my chest at her statement, but I didn't answer her.

"Are you in there, Ma'am?" she asked again, receiving no reaction from me.

"You can go," I replied, not caring whether my voice was audible enough for her to hear. What could he want from me this time?

To satisfy him, of course. My inner voice resonated.

Gathering the remaining strength within me, I lifted my body and made my way out. Each step I took towards his room was filled with fear of what I might encounter. I stopped in front of his door and took a deep breath. Whatever awaited me on the other side of the door, I could face it. I reassured myself, even though that hope was a mere illusion.

I could never handle Antonio's monstrous ways. With one push, the door slid open, and that's how I encountered the shocking scene that almost knocked the air out of me.

Antonio's body was entangled with a naked woman riding him. Something stabbed in my chest at the sight. "Close the door behind you," he ordered. I slowly closed the door. The woman seemed lost in what she was doing, either unaware of my presence or choosing to ignore it. She was busy riding on his shaft, her moans filling the room.

"Strip and join us," Antonio's voice came through again. I felt like my head was spinning. Maybe I hadn't heard him correctly. He can't...

"Now!" He yelled, jolting every cell in my body.