Depraved

12. Alana

I slowly open my eyes and stare at the bed curtains that are above my head, and yesterday's event slowly creeps in.

The wedding, my attempt at escaping, getting married, the way he humiliated me, asked me to strip, like he owns me. No he doesn't. No one does. And yet i stripped i am so angry at myself for obeying his command and even let him inside my body , i clutch the bedsheets strong as i remember how he made me  cum so hard on his fingers, he is a dangerous man that's for sure. What if he took advantage of me when i passed out? . I try to sense any kind of pain between my legs by moving them but there is none.  Just a bit sore but that's all.

As i slowly remove the blanket i see I'm naked, "holy shit" i mutter and see the space between my legs are clean and dry no remnants of the night's escapade, did nothing happen yesterday ? Was i hallucinating or something? Or..... 'did he clean me?' I shake my head to remove that ridiculous thought and look around, the details that i saw yesterday are on point except there is a glass door that seems like a balcony and another door, that might be the closet. I slowly walk over to the closet draping myself in the blanket and open the door of the closet, and it's a huge  walk in closet. It's really big for a single person. I had my share of luxurious things but this is on a whole another level.

I scan through all the stuff in there, from watches to shoes to cuff links to casual wear and formal ones. He has everything. I come across a rack filled with black shirts. I remove one and put it on ditching the blanket. And walk out of the closet. My eyes rake through everything in the room and i find my discarded bridal gown covered in red and the underwear lying there along with shoes, red coats my skin as flashes of memories from yesterday strikes me. The way he rasped into my hair, the way his eyes held mine. The way his fingers, his damn fingers made me come undone. And those words
'we, are consummating our wedding just like any other couple '
'zolotse'
'you're so tight'

Wetness pools between my thighs and i control the urge to clench them, that's when i see the glass doors and open them revealing a enormous  porch and my ears are filled with sounds of waves trashing and has glass railings at the end as i slowly move towards it my breathing stops my eyes widen and i close my open mouth with my hands, it over looks the sea. It's so beautiful with the waves trashing under the hill and sun shining on the blue of the sea making it sparkle like aquamarines. It's just breathtaking. I close my eyes and let my other senses feel the sea breeze. After basking in it for minutes i slowly turn and return into the room with a smile.

My steps are halted as i see the owner of the mansion standing, looking at me straight. His eyes travel the length of my body and red creeps onto me. I curse myself and remember i just put on his shirt without his permission. I think of apologizing, but hell that guy married me without my permission and made me cum, although I can't deny that you are the best orgasm i had.

He doesn't give me any heed as he disappears into the another adjacent door, I don't know where it leads.

I stand there empty headed not knowing what to do. I make up my mind to ask about my mum when he comes out. I contemplate the words when the same door opens again. That must be the bathroom because he comes out  with wet hair and a body of a greek god in only a towel. He has broad shoulders and a scar on his chest, it seems like a stab wound. He has a tattoo of a snake with its long fangs peeking,  coiled around a dagger in his forearm.  The towel hangs low on his hips, giving me a glimpse of black ink. Holy shit this guy tattooed his lower hips and i would very much like to explore that. I gulp hard and drag my eyes up and see strands of his dark hair falling against his face. Every single muscle flexes as he walks.

If he wasn't in the mafia, he could be a model and ladies sure would love to keep ogle him. Not to be rude, i mentally slap myself and avert my gaze from him to the bed, suddenly interested in the purpleness of the sheets. I stand there counting the wrinkles of the sheet. As i see him move in my peripheral vision, i slowly turn to find him dressed in another black suit with black inner shirt with white cufflinks and his hair neatly combed to the back that makes me want to run my fingers into them, god what am i thinking?.

I expect him to completely ignore me, but he turns around and says "never come out dressed like that." I look down at myself not knowing what is so ugly about it when i lift my head after checking myself he isn't there. I quickly run to the door and try opening it but it is locked.

This is great. Nothing changed.  I'm being kept in a golden cage.