Page 20 of Stolen By the Enemy

I spend about an hour on the couch but then get bored.

My next naked task is heading into the kitchen to make pancakes. I put an apron on, just in case there’s a mess, and dance around the kitchen making my go-to breakfast.

Thankfully, Marco has all the ingredients needed in the kitchen.

“Grazia.” I hear a loud voice suddenly, and it makes me freeze, frying pan in my hand. “Go and put some clothes on.”

That’s definitely Marco’s voice, but it’s so robotic and way too loud for him to be in the house.

I stare up at the cameras.

The only place that the voice could be coming from is up there.

“Yes. I can see you. I know you can hear me,” he says to me, reading my mind, apparently.

The bastard has a loudspeaker on the camera system so that he can talk to me.

This feels weird, but I get a rush of excitement knowing he’s been watching me.

“Cooking naked is not a safe activity.”

I laugh, because his worry about my safety seems ridiculous at this point.

But I like that I’ve got his attention now. I grin up at the camera and go back to cooking.

“I can’t hear you,” I sing out to him. Teasing him is currently my only entertainment, so he may as well get used to it.

I don’t say that to him, though, because it might cause him to stop reacting, which just wouldn’t be any fun.

The rest of the day is spent naked in different parts of the house, positioned right underneath Marco’s fancy cameras.

Now that I know he is watching me, I make sure to give him a show. I put on some music and do my best impression of erotic dancing in the living room.

Then I decide to eat lunch in the dining room, laying on the table so that my back and ass are right in Marco’s face.

It feels a bit odd, but this whole situation is anything but normal, so I’m just going with the flow.

He comes through on the speaker a couple more times, warning me about the dangers of not wearing protective clothing while eating and drinking hot things.

I respond by going into the room and coming back out with my heels on, which help to show off my toned legs and accentuate the butt that I am quite proud of.

I know that this is not helping me get out of the house, and it might not turn out the way that I’m hoping it will.

But it is a whole lot of fun. And if I’m going to be stuck here, I may as well make it fun for myself.

By the time I can see the sun starting to set, I’m no longer feeling flirty and sexy.

Being naked in this house all day wasn’t comfortable, and it felt odd to lay on the couch and other surfaces without a piece of fabric between my skin and the surface.

So, I decide I’m done with my game, and it’s time to shower for a second time. The shower in this house is amazing, with a rain showerhead and plenty of space to move around.

It might actually be the place I like best in this prison of mine. Although the large windows and views come at a very close second.

I wasn’t lying last night when I told Marco that this place was beautiful.

The only part I hate about it, is the part about me being locked in here.

I wonder if I could convince Marco to let me outside, since I now have zero hope of escaping, ever. But he might not believe me anyway.

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