A gripping tale of Matteo Acer, a dangerous mafia with a callous heart, who moves to Turkey and becomes infatuated with a woman named Dilara Cosima and kidnaps her, intending to shape her into his ideal partner.
However, as their relationship evolv...
Ignorance may deem it as an act of kidnapping when I commanded her to prepare herself diligently by 18:30pm sharp. However, I harbored no such perception, hence, I merely sought to confine her within my reach, a means of retaining her elusive presence in the closest proximity possible. "Be ready when I'm back," I disclosed to her without divulging the reasons behind my intentions. A flicker of anticipation danced within her heart, for she believed this sojourn outside these suffocating walls of imprisonment would provide her an opportunity to orchestrate an escape of solicit aid from sympathetic souls. Ah, how little she perceive my vigilant observance. "And.... don't try your little tricks with me again tonight princess," I said, my tone as soft as a whisper carried on the wings of caution. Her attempts to deceive me would bear no fruit, for I possessed an intimate knowledge necessitating no explanation. As fate would have it, Ameer beckoned me to his abode, while she completed her meticulous preparations.
An encounter awaited there, for Ameer orchestrated a gathering of two young women, bodies offered solely as a source of sating our desires. Although others may have reveled in the feast laid bare before them, I reminded disenchanted, brewing within my soul. For it was not their flesh that stired the fervor in my veins, but Dilara alone, her form, her essence, her presence that ignited the flames of longing. Alas, the insatiable hunger that coursed through my veins... it could find no respite until I was satiated by her, and her alone.
Sitting in the lavish abode of Ameer about an hour later, engulfed by the dense smoke from a finely crafted cigar, I found myself salce in the ever-watchful gaze of the cameras affixed to my phone. With every subtle movement, I ensured that she remained entrapped, a prisoner to her own desires, her instinct to escape rendered futile. Ameer, blissfully unaware of my intentions, engaged in conversation, oblivious to the symphony of power brewing within my being.
As the minutes etched away, my heart quickened its pace, for the moment of our reunion was nigh. Leaning against my sleek vehicle, adorned in the cloak of the night, I awaited her approach. And there she was, a vision of ethereal beauty draped in a pristine white dress, her radiant presence illuminating the darkest recesses of my soul.
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In her wake, a fragrance akin to the sweetest blooms permeated the air with her favorite, chrysanthemums, meticulously arranged and intertwined with affection, a scent designed to intoxicate my senses, drawing me deeper into her irresistible allure. 'Twas this night, as we embarked upon the journey, that I beheld her beauty in all its celestial by the moonlight, her cascading tresses a tapestry woven by the gods themselves, as she was a muse crafted solely for my eyes to behold. Every delicate step she took, each movement dripping with grace, whispered a tale of surrender, a silent plea to be claimed by my hands.
