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The young girl was sprawled out on the soft bed, her brown locks fell messily on the pillow as her mind was of vast emptiness.
A sense of boredom had consumed her, she had been in Russia for a few days and all she did was sleep, eat and sometimes dance.
Well, occasionally she was fucked by Salvatore too.
Salvatore had given her strict rules to not leave the room whilst he was gone. She was to listen to his every commands. He ensured that she ate and slept with him.
And when the man was required to work in his office or to psychically leave the mansion, he demanded that she stayed locked in the room.
Waiting for him like a damsel.
Salvatore had been working all day, leaving the girl alone for hours as she grew helpless.
Biting her bottom lip in boredom, the girl fidgeted with her fingers as she shut her eyes.
She missed her life before this mess. Before Salvatore had tainted her with his cruelness and sin.
Whilst being in Russia, she missed ballet at the academy with her friends.
Hell, she even missed Marcello and his constant nit-picking on every ballerina.
The young girl felt her anxiety rise as she remembered that she had to audition for the ballet solo in a few weeks.
She prayed that they would return to Italy by then.
She did not wish to have all that she worked for taken from her, merely because of Salvatore's obsession to have her with him at all times.
The man had reached a level of obsession which was unfamiliar to him. He constantly craved her soul... her innocence and her spirit.
She was a drug to him, and he was addicted.
Angel felt her eyelashes flutter softly against her skin as she closed her eyes in a slumber. She wished for the universe to gift her the peace of sleeping, yet her mind kept her awake.
She was full of apprehension, waiting for the monster to return.
Taking deep breaths, the girl turned to her side as she snuggled deeper into the soft blanket which consumed her. The weather in Russia was cold and foreboding, especially in the mansion which emitted a sense danger lurking.
Pushing her knees to her chest, Angel cradled herself in an attempt to radiate warmth and comfort.
She wished to fall asleep before his return... so she did not have to speak to him.
As her mind fell deeper in an unconscious trance, the door was pushed open before revealing the rather tense man.
Angel could sense his presence. How could she not? He dominated the entire room as he entered.
