𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐞

14|| Gold

Celeste / January 26
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Dante Alessi is a dirty twisted liar.

That's what I told myself as I smoked up the pack of cigarettes and ate the oatmeal after he left.

Dante Alessi is a sick arrogant liar.

That's what I told myself when I woke up in an oversized black t-shirt that smelled an awful lot like him.

Dante Alessi is a liar.

That's what I told myself when three female guards accompanied me to the bathroom in the cellar so I could wash my body and hair for the first time in days.

He's a liar. He's a liar. He's a liar.

I repeated the words over and over so I wouldn't have to think about what he said. That way it was way easier to use the lighter he'd carelessly left behind to meld the inside of the lock that kept me from my freedom.

It had taken a while and it had taken even longer to stuff the cigarette butt the right way in to function as a working key.

But it had worked.

And now, I'm walking up to ground level.

My body in trance of the adrenaline that pushes away all my common sense and physical pain.

I don't care how much it hurt. I don't care how many hearts I'd have to stop. I just have to get out of here. Back to Lester. Back to what I know.

It was nighttime and there weren't any guards around, so I snuck my way through the hallway until I ended up in the living room and was just about to turn to the foyer when a hand fisted my hair and tightly pulled my head back.

My body crashes into a firm chest, controlled breaths warm against the crook of my neck.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Dante's voice shoots straight into my stomach, sinking lower and lower until I feel a familiar tingle.

No. He's a liar. A dirty, dirty liar.

"Getting a glass of water?" I answer.

His living room flashes before me as my body gets thrown into a wall like a sack of potatoes. I don't have the strength to catch myself so it must've been a pathetic sight as I drop to the floor.

I sit up on my knees, watching as he storms towards me and I'm just about to stand when his large hand wraps around my throat. He pulls me up and pins me against the wall.

He gets in my face, closer than he's ever been and our noses are almost touching. "Stupid, stupid little girl."

I smile at his hypocrisy. "Says the man who left a lighter and cigarette butts in a cell with his prisoner." I bring my face closer to him and tilt it slightly so that our noses won't be touching. My lips are close to his as I whisper, "You're a dumb, fucking, liar."

We stay like that for a moment, both our breaths blending together and I can almost taste his overwhelming scent on my lips. The hand around my throat tightens as his eyes trail down my body.

I'm still wearing his shirt, my nipples visible underneath the black fabric. My legs are bare and my underwear is hidden underneath the oversized t-shirt.

He's wearing a blouse, first few buttons undone and two golden necklaces resting on his chest. His tattoos are addicting to watch and I briefly wonder which ones I'd skin off of his flesh when the time comes.

My eyes trail further down to his slacks, only to stop when I notice the erection between his legs. My mouth corners go up in satisfaction. "Don't tell me I've got you all worked up just by standing in your living room, Mr. Alessi."