Kate
I wake up. I’m cold. My body shivers reflexively. I still have my blindfold on, but can tell I’m naked. There’s not a shred of clothing covering my skin. Fear courses through my body. The green-eyed monster has once again found my weakness and now he’s exploiting it. Images of what he’s done to me while I was passed out shoot through my head like a bullet and take all the feelings of security that went along with it.
I go over every square inch of my body trying to figure out what position I’m in, if there’s pain, or if I’ve been violated in any way. My legs are spread apart in a “V”. Each of my ankles are bound by what feels like a thick piece of leather. I try to pull my legs together, but I’m unable to. They’re restrained. Despite my pelvic region feeling very exposed, I don’t think I’ve been touched there. I sigh in relief. My stomach seems normal. My breasts are cold, and I know my nipples have formed into tight buds in response to the nearby draft. My arms are tied above my head with what feels like the same restraints that are on my ankles. For the most part, everything is normal except for the fact that I’m lying here naked and exposed. This man truly is one sick bastard!
Footsteps approach and I instinctively try to pull my legs closed even though I know they’re not going to move.
“Modest, are we?”
I hate his voice. I cringe at the sound.
“You shouldn’t try to cover up something so beautiful. Besides, you were willing to give it up to Massimo rather quickly. I’m sure a little exposure doesn’t bother you.”
My fear is replaced by anger. It’s good. I need to be mad to get through this. It will keep me strong. “What do you want? Why are you keeping me? If you want money, my father will give it to you.”
He laughs. It’s hearty and comes from his belly. He genuinely thinks this is funny. “I don’t need your money! I need revenge. I need Massimo to suffer and to know what it feels like to lose everything that matters.”
“Don’t you think he lost enough when you killed his family?”
“I can see how you’d think that. His family slowly drained the life out of me. They took away everything that was important. I never had the chance to have my own family, I wasn’t afforded the opportunity to live a normal life, and they cut me off. No, he needs to have a taste of the medicine I’ve been forced to swallow my entire existence. Massimo had the charmed life. He’s the one who had people around who loved him. He got the chance to go to college in London and then take over the family business. He went through more women than I can count. He had everything. I should’ve had that.”
I can’t see the look on his face, but there’s no mistaking the pain in his voice. For a split second, I pity him. “We all make choices. You don’t have to do this. You could’ve stayed wherever you were and made different decisions. You chose not to. You chose a life in which you wouldn’t be rewarded with happiness and satisfaction. Instead, this hatred and jealousy will eat away at you until the day you die.” His footsteps come closer. I cringe, preparing myself for the impending beating I’m sure is about to take place because I opened my big mouth. Instead I shudder at his hand on my body.
“It’s funny how a woman who’s had everything handed to her on a silver platter thinks she knows something about suffering or satisfaction. I’m sure after your precious Tony is gone, I can find a way to satisfy myself.”
His fingers slowly creep toward my sex. I try to move my pelvis away from him, but I’m only able to go a few inches. He forces me down into the bed and sneaks a finger between my folds. I scream as I twist and turn trying to get his hands off me. I don’t know if anyone is even nearby, but I pray someone can hear me and free me from this place that is quickly becoming my own personal hell.
He grabs my mouth and forces it shut. I swallow my scream. “If you just let go of the past, you may enjoy the present. Isn’t that what you were trying to tell me? Why don’t you heed your own advice? You might learn to enjoy your time with me. I can assure you I’ll make you feel things Massimo never has.”
I bite my inner lip. There are so many things I want to say, but silence might be better. Perhaps it will keep him from continuing any further.
“That’s better. Just relax. There’s no need to get worked up. It’s hard to experience all the wonderful sensations if you’re tense.”
He places a hand on my breast and slowly massages it, working from the outside to the nipple. His hands are warm and surprisingly soft. I can’t control the whimper that escapes from my mouth. “Please stop. I don’t want this.”
He tsks. “How do you know you don’t want it if you’ve never experienced it?”
“Please…please stop,” I plead.
He takes my nipple in his mouth and begins to suckle it. His warm mouth and the slight pressure from his teeth causes my sex to pulsate defiantly.
“Stop, please!” The tears roll from my eyes. My anger is replaced by shame and embarrassment.
The green-eyed monster returns his fingers between my folds and continues his assault on my breast. I try to move my thoughts to another place and another time—anywhere but here. I think about Times Square. I’m standing through the sunroof staring at the stars and sipping champagne as the soon-to-be Mrs. Bertalucci. I shift my gaze to Tony’s eyes. The stars I was staring at only moments before pale in comparison to the amazing emerald green stars staring right back at me. My heart and soul belongs to this man. Oingo Boingo’s “We Close our Eyes” plays in my head drowning out any noise going on around me.
The stimulation on my breast has stopped. “For someone who claims she doesn’t like me to touch her, your body is sure telling an entirely different story.” He laughs before removing his hand from between my legs.
Relief floods my body. The tears stop as I attempt to put on the strong persona hidden somewhere deep inside of me. I lie in darkness and wait for what seems like an eternity for his next move.
His footsteps move away from me. I can’t help but thank my lucky stars. I’d much rather be alone in this world of darkness than to be able to see the look on the green-eyed monster’s face when he touches me.
“I’ll be back,” he calls. “Don’t go anywhere!” He laughs.
This is all a game to him. I just need to figure out how to get the upper hand. Clearly, he’s found my weakness, and now, it’s time to turn it into a strength.