LILLY

I wake up -god knows how many hours later- to the smell of food. Warm food.
There was a tray kept in front of me of warm mashed potatoes and gravy with a piece of grilled chicken. Plastic fork and knife and a bottle of water. A couple of napkins on the side. My stomach growled and I wanted nothing but to devour that, but I had this feeling that it might be poisoned. No matter how my brain screamed at me to just take it and be done with life, I did not want to.

I push the tray further away from me and sat in the corner. The outside of the cell was dark again and when I kept my hands on my knees, I wasn't touching my skin. I look down to find myself in a change of clothes. Black track pants and a white T-shirt. The T-shirt was thin enough to help me survive in the humid cell but it wasn't enough to hide my breasts. Who changed me into this?
The shirt they gave me was gone. I pull out the strings of the track pants and use them as a hair tie to keep my hair up and away from my face. The nape of my neck dripped with sweat.

I was so hungry, I wanted to just take that food and shove it in my mouth using my bare hands but no, Lilly, no. It could be laced with something. Something to either kill you or something to make you high. You can't know for sure. Stop it. You can go another day without food as long as you have water.
I refuse to even drink the bottle they gave me. It could be poison or it could be salty. I can't do it. I won't do it.

I grab the water bottle I hid under the so-called blanket they gave me and I almost cried my eyes out when there was hardly a sip left. I put the ring of the bottle to my lips, taking the smallest sip. Small enough to wet my dry lips and to make my throat hum with satisfaction. And then saved the last drop for later.

"You're not gonna eat?" The voice is familiar. Low. Dominating. I swallow and shake my head "Not hungry." I knew he was hiding in the shadow outside the cell, lurking near it as he watched me from a distance. My thigh clenched together as I remember what he did in front of that crowd and my throat began closing. I almost tear up but he notices "Did you like my hand inside your panties, Lilly?" I don't answer. He says again "Was I the first man to touch you?" I stay quiet again.

"Aw, you can't give me the silent treatment, Lilly, not after I gave you that blissful orgasm. You came right on my hand and you moaned. I remember that voice very clearly. Soft, sensual, it made my balls hard."

He was baiting me, I know he was. I wanted to scream with every ounce of energy in my body but I don't. He wants a reaction. I won't give him one. I will not. But he still presses on "Do you know how tight my cock was after I made you moan? Do you want to feel it? Do you want me to put it in your mouth so you'll know?" I clench my eyes close and press my forehead to my knees "Please, stop." He chuckles "You won't be saying that when I fuck you in that cell, Tesoro (darling)." I say a little louder this time "Please stop. For the love of god, just leave me alone." The cell door creaks open and he walks in. Eyes angry, jaw clenched. He wore a blue shirt with the sleeves scrunched up to his elbows and black jeans. The shirt hugged his built body as if it were made for him. He had wide shoulders and a wide chest that led down to a slender waist. And through his jeans, I could tell his thighs had bulging muscles to them. I could tell he was scrunching his hands into a fist behind his back the way his muscles just moved in that shirt. He looks down at the food tray "Eat." I shake my head "I'm not hungry." He crouches down and laced his fingers together, looking down at my food again. He notices the empty water bottle I hide under the blanket and then looks at me "All this food and you still want to live on those tiny drops of water." I say "I've had many choices taken for me since I've been here. So let me keep this one." He rubs the back of his neck and I knew the rage built inside him in seconds.
His voice was low and haunting as he kept saying my name "Lilly, Lilly, Lilly,"
I knew that look. Hell.

I moved to move away but he has his hand around my neck in seconds, sliding down to his knees and pinning me up against the wall. His hand shook on my neck to choke me but he did not. He kept his hand firm enough to stop my movement but not firm enough to stop my breathing. With teeth clenched, he says "You think you can defy me, Lilly? You signed your life to me, you fucking wanna stay with me. You said so yourself!" I cry in fear, hating how loud his voice rang in my ears. "I thought I was being nice enough to give you a choice to eat by yourself when I could have someone fuck you and feed you at the same time. Or even I could do that." His eyes go dark "Maybe I should." He grabs my legs and pulls me down flat on the floor, grabbing the waistband of my track pants. I held onto his hands and scream "Stop! Please stop. Anything but this. Anything but this!" I cry out loud, screaming as I beg this man to not rape me. He doesn't tug on the pants but the warning was still there, holding the elastic at my waist, curling his fist into them.

He lets the waistband go and tugs on my legs and pulls me to himself close enough that he was kneeling between my legs. I shiver in fear, holding on before I could piss myself in front of him. He puts his hands on either side of my head and leaned closer, letting his hands carry all his weight "Will you start eating now?" I close my eyes and cry as I nod. But he doesn't like it. He grabs my jaw and makes me look at him "I like word instead of fucking nods." I whimper "Yes. I will eat." He lets go and slides the tray to me, getting back on the balls of his feet, and watching me. I slowly sit up and take the plastic fork with shaky hands. Scooping just a nibble of mashed potatoes, I put it in my mouth. If it was laced with a sedative, then I would have just a little. It might make me a little dizzy but at least I'll still be in my senses.
But he's too smart that he smiles. He knows "If I wanted to poison you, I would've done that already." I say meekly, under my breath "Maybe it's not poison. Maybe it's a rape drug." He smiles even wider "Lilly, if I wanted to fuck you, I wouldn't want you sedated. I love when they scream my name as I pound inside them instead of them being fucking numb."
I still didn't trust him. He could be using reverse psychology on me right now and my head is too tired to see through it. I still kept taking nibbles. He's exasperated "Lilly, if you don't start eating like a fucking human, I won't pull down the pants next time." He leans with a pause "I will tear them apart down the middle."
I take a proper bite of the mashed potatoes.

He watches me as I take in a couple of more bites and then eat the chicken. My stomach was full in seconds. Mainly because I was eating after days but fear played a part in it too. I look down as I ask "Can I make a request?" He raises his brow "You think you're in the position to make one?" I fell silent then he urged "What?"

"Can I... can I please use the bathroom?"

I haven't been to the bathroom in days and the way sparks of pain rose in my lower back was not a good sign. He says "I'll send in for a bucket." I dry to convince him again "Please. Let me use a proper bathroom. Just 10 minutes. I promise." He says firmly "No." and then stands up, walking out and locking me in again.

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CARTER

It wasn't hard to notice that she used the strings of her track pants as a hair tie. She was resourceful. Using strings as a hair tie. Keeping drops of water enough to help with her dry throat and lips. Eating little nibbles of food and suspecting it to be drugged. The way I've been feeding her- if it were any other person, they'd do in straight for the food like animals. Wouldn't even care if it were drugged or poisoned. And she was smart to eat nibbles because she knew the risks. She knew a little will make her dizzy but it will keep her in her senses. I won't lie about her impressing me. She was a nurse after all, but I've held doctors captive before. None of them were as smart as her.

It will take time to crush her soul but I'll accept that challenge. I'm ready to torture her for ten days straight if it means I'm getting ten years of freedom.

I make my way straight to my father. Nico was outside his door like he's always been. My father's little bitch. He hasn't left his side since he got shot. My father loved and trusted Nico but he made me want to punch him senseless.
Nico tries to stop me "I don't remember your father calling you in today." I smile "And I don't remember you being the Mafia Cartel's son." His nostrils flare like a dragon but he smiles "One of these days, I will beat the shit out of you, princess, and then I'll watch you cry in pain." I smile wider "Not if I put a bullet between your brows first, little slut." He takes a step to try and punch me but he controls himself. I go on "You think I don't know you've been fucking my girls behind my back, Nico?" I went closer, looking down at him, thank god I had the advantage of height "You can have them. You can have my leftovers like the little bitch you are." His hand goes to the door knob and he opens the door wide for me. I smile and walk inside but not before telling him, "Good doggy." He says under his breath "Fuck you." And then closes the door.
Immature.

My father is sitting today. His back is against the headboard of his bed. The oxygen tanks are gone. Just an IV to his arm. He goes through some of the papers that I didn't know about. He doesn't acknowledge me at all "If you're planning to stand there like a fucking statue all day, then please move to the fucking corner." He looks up at me "What the fuck do you want?" I shake my head "Just came to see how you were." Even though I prayed to the fucking god that he gets sicker by the day. He scoffs and goes back to his papers "I'm still alive if that's what you're wondering, Carter. Are you here to make sure that your ten-year promise won't die so early?" I say "It isn't like that."

It was like that. As much as I wanted him to just die, I needed him alive more than that.

He gets frustrated "I have fuck-ton of shit to sort through. This is supposed to be your fucking job but I'm doing it for you. Unless you want to give me any updates about that fucker Rossi, I suggest you get the fuck off my face, Carter." I shrug "I thought you loved it when your only son comes up to check on you." He smiles mockingly "I would love it even more if my only son takes over this cartel and finishes Rossi once and for all." I sigh and as I'm about to turn around, he says "Wait. Tell me how is it going with that girl." I raise my brow but answer anyway "Gave her first proper meal since she's been here." The glint in his eyes showed me how fucking proud of me he was at that. Disgusting piece of shit. He smiles "You have the men ready? You know it won't work unless you send some drugged-up men inside that cell to scare her." I swallow, pushing down the bile that tried to rise in my throat "Not yet." He approves "Heard from Nico about what happened at the bidding yesterday. Quite the banter you started amongst them. They're willing to pay for that girl." I shrug but I warn "She's mine." My father smirks "I know. I'm not taking her away from you." Then he adds after a pause "But you should consider the fact that there are some that are going crazy for her. Especially when you had your hand inside her panties in front of the whole crowd."

"Did your fucking dog tell you that?"

He raises his brow "Il Mio cane è più leale di mio figlio (my dog is more loyal than my son)." He gets back to his papers and I walk out. With the smirk on Nico's face, I knew that fucker had his ear hooked to the fucking door. I want nothing more than to cut his fucking ears off. And maybe I will. Soon.

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LILLY

"How are we doing, darling?" He says as he steps inside the cell again. Two visits in three hours. I was keeping track of the minutes since he walked out last time. I try again "I need to use the bathroom, please." He kicks the bucket towards me. I shake my head and put it to my knees, my lower back in constant pain. If I don't relieve myself I will end up in pain and I refuse to do it in a bucket. In front of him or front of the cameras. I reason "I haven't gone to the bathroom in- I don't know how many days but I need to please." He crouches down, linking his fingers together. I was drenched in my sweat, shivering. I think I even had a fever. I could barely keep my eyes open.
He says "I'm nice enough to even give you this bucket and you don't appreciate that, Lilly. I do not like when you defy me. It makes me want to fuck you up in the worst way possible."

"Please?"

"Request denied."

I ask again "Can I please know how many days I've been in here?" He looks at his watch "Four days and twelve hours." And then looks back at me. I get to my knees and he doesn't even flinch when I'm close to him, I beg "I said that I wanna stay with you, I've done everything you told me, just please let me go." He huffs "You're like a broken record, Lilly. Constantly saying the same thing again and again and again. You're lucky I don't beat up women or I would've beat you up cold and broken." Then he adds "Also, I'm training you to obey. I might let you out of here when I tell you to put your paw in my hand and you will without a second thought." He holds out his hand "Lilly, paw." I look at it and refuse. He smiles "See what I mean? You take too long. We need to train you to be better." He grabs my jaw and I try to pull away from his grip but he tries to calm me down "Shh, shh, shhh, calm down." My fists curled at my side as I calm down as he tells me to. With his other hand, he pushes strands of my hair behind my ear and smoothes out my ponytail, wrapping the ends around his hand and pulling on it till my head is craned up so far that my neck hurts. He leans in and I feel his breaths in my ear, his voice raising goosebumps down my spine "Obey." My breasts tighten and he backs up, looking at my nipples poking into the thin white shirt. He smiles and shakes his head, walking out without another look at me.

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CARTER

She had a slight fever but not something to be too worried about. I walked up to my old room.

"We have unfinished business." I find Selena on my bed, in the middle, naked and legs wide open. Her nipples are like pebbles as she lays her eyes on me. Her little cunt was drenched with anticipation.
I wrap my arms across my chest and lean against my door "This is the second time you've come to me without me telling you." She smiles "What can I say? I miss Carter Junior." I roll my eyes "What if I send you back?"

"Please. We both know you won't let a good fuck go. You like fucking every day. And you love fucking me more than you like fucking the others."

"You that confident?"

"Always."

I watch her hand go between her legs, teasing her little swollen clit and then pushing a finger in. She moans "Not as thick as yours." I walk to the side of the bed and watch as she plays with herself. When she finds me approaching her, her hand stops. I warn "I didn't tell you to stop. Push another finger." She pushes in another finger and groans, her back arching off the bed. I reach my head to her nipple and squeeze it between my two fingers, rolling it until she hissed at the pain. Then I let it go and do the same with the other one. She slides her other hand up my thigh and tries to squeeze my balls gently. I back away and she whines "Carter, kiss me." I smile and shake my head "You know damn well I don't like kisses, Selena."
She moans and her legs shake but she wasn't there yet. Her small breasts getting even harder.

When I knew she was almost there, I grunt "Stop." She was obedient enough to me that she pulls her hand away and looks at me, catching her breath but she slowly pushed her legs together to rub her thighs. Desperate for a release. She begs this time "Kiss me. Please, Carter." I shake my head and she groans "Cruel man. You don't kiss me, you don't make me cum with your tongue- I'm dying, Carter." I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, trying to stop myself from smiling.
She reaches for me again and this time, I come closer for her to rub my cock with the heel of her palm. She smiles, she loves making me happy.
I reach for her hard nipple again and it makes her moan "At least you can bite me here." I chuckle "Really that desperate, Selena?" She nods "I need you."

I back away again, unbuckling my belt as my eyes stay on her core. Swollen, wet, and pink. Her clit is visibly swollen as she does everything to stimulate it but never uses her hands, she knows that she's not allowed to.
She stares at me with eyes filled with lust as I let it free and that gets her to get on her knees on the mattress. Legs apart. I once again step closer and she pushes my T-shirt up, kissing down to my stomach and then up. I push my fingers in her hair which gets her to look at me. I tilt my head and ask as I wipe the tears of desperation away from her eyes "Do you want me, Selena?" She's breathless "Yes."

"How much?"

"So bad."

She wrapped her finger around my cock and with her thumb, she stroked the length. She knows better than to tease me. I push her onto the mattress, letting her fall on her back and she's excited that she has her legs apart for me. Just for me. Horny for me.

I grab the condom from my nightstand and I slide it on slowly on purpose. She moans at my every move.
Grabbing her legs, I pull her to the edge of the bed, sliding in my cock without a thought. She groans and I don't take it slow at all, I start pounding in her. It takes seconds for her to clench around me and it makes me groan.
"More, clench more," I tell her. She does and I almost cum. She smiles because she knew. I grab her hips and angle them, pounding harshly, hitting the spot that makes her cum in seconds. Her moans won't stop, and her legs wouldn't stop shaking. She went feral and then she came on my cock. Screaming my name and fisting the sheets. I continue, pounding in for my release which comes in a minute then I'm groaning.

I pull out and throw the condom in the trash, laying down beside her. Without invitation, she's snuggled to my side. Smiling. Eyes closed.
Her voice is low as she asks "Why are you so good to me?" Her fingers went in my hair to play. I tease "You called me cruel five minutes ago and now I'm good because you got fucked by me? You sound stupid, Selena." It hurt her when I said that but I got other things to care about than this shit.
I light up a cigarette and slowly take drags. She drapes her leg over my stomach and closes in. First, it was playing with the fake buttons on my shirt, and then it was playing with the ends of my hair. But when she tries to touch my face, I grab her wrist and look at her "What did I tell you before we started fucking?" I raise my brows, urging her to say it. She swallows "Never to touch you." I look down at her leg and she removes it instantly, pulling her wrist from my grip. She hoists herself on her elbow and plays with her brown hair "I heard something about you recently."

"What is it?"

"Whose panties did you put your hand in two days ago?"

"Where the fuck did you hear that?"

"Carlo. He was there that night. He saw you finger-fuck a girl. Said that she was being held captive."

"So?"

"So! You're fucking me, Carter! Do you know how much it fucking hurts?"

I sit up, putting out the cigarette on the ashtray on the nightstand, and stand up "If you can open your legs for Carlo, darling, I can finger-fuck my prisoner." Then I'm out. Leaving her there.

Hypocrite bitch.

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