𝖫𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖺 𝖽𝗂 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝖼𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗈

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My eyes flick open.

I look around and it's not my very much expensive grey satin duvet cover set.

Instead, I wake up to me in my red silky dress from last night and dark basic sheets and an enormous window on my left side. The room I find myself in is remarkably spacious.

Everything in this screams obscurity and loneliness.

I sit upon the king-sized mattress and begin to make an effort to remember what series of events led me here, but merely fraction bits of last night come to mind.

Hence, I remember only the part where I see a muscular figure falling to the ground; as well as a gunshot.

A murder. A witnessed a murder.

And now I am in an unknown place, wondering if I've gotten myself into some kind of sex trafficking shit.

By realizing that, I should start getting anxious, worried, or even shed some desperate tears, but I can only feel fervor rushing through my veins.

I'm furious.

Mostly at myself for letting things come to this extreme. If I wasn't so fucking wasted I wouldn't have ended up accepting that woman's offer and none of this would have happened. I'd be on my bed, sleeping like a fucking baby.

Soon after a lot of debates with myself about what I should do to protect my integrity, I opt to storm out of that bedroom to meet my abductor.

"... dimmi una volta che ti ho deluso, e ti darò una ragione per non fidarti di me," he speaks in a serious tone to the phone and I stop my steps. {tell me one time I've failed you and I'll give you one reason not to trust me}

I gulp.

I can now see his facial features clearly because of the clarity of the morning sun. The light reflects perfectly on his porcelain-toned skin and on his beautiful eyes that changed their amber tonality to a hazel color.

The man is blessed with very prominent broad tattooed shoulders, big biceps coated with ink, and an exceptionally defined abdomen, which I notice because he is shirtless right in front of me.

He is so sexually appealing.

I gulp furthermore when our gazes meet.

"Oh, you're up!" he exclaimed sarcastically, but still with a blank expression. I'm left ogling his sensual features, totally lost in my thoughts on how good it would feel to have him underneath my wet core.

Nevertheless, when those thinkings started to divert the reason why I'm here, I put on the best intimidating expression I possibly can, remembering what I had planned on doing to him.

As my legs start to stride frantically to his position, a large smirk shapes on his face and he looks at me with a mocking expression, the first one I have detected since I first saw him.

I get closer to him and try to punch his face, but unfortunately, he's got good reflexes and with a cunning move, he is quick to clutch my punching hand and with his other hand, he clasps on my waist to toss me down on the black sofa that is near us. He took me down.