Page 33 of Capo

I look at my cast and then up at him. He shrugs. “Do your best.”

On knees and one hand I shuffle across the floor until I’m right before him, sitting back on my heels.

“Take out my cock. Make me hard.”

My hand shakes violently as I obey.

“You know,” he says, as I take him in my mouth, “I’ll have the doctor whipped for giving you that drug.”

I flinch, but keep swirling my tongue around his cock, trying to take him deeper, my hand around the base, squeezing, moving along his length. He got significantly harder when he said he’d punish the doctor. I’ve never met such a cruel and twisted man in my life.

“Every person who shows you even the slightest kindness will be punished, and it will be on you. Don’t ever beg someone to help you. Don’t plead to the fucking camera. There’s no use.” He grabs my head and thrusts harder, deeper. “You’ll only make it worse for yourself. This is your life. Get used to it. One day you’ll be my obedient pet, conditioned to do everything I tell you without moaning about it.”

I try to pull back, I want to tell him what a sick, fucked up person he is, but he lodges himself so deep that I can’t breathe, stabbing back and forth, gripping my hair so hard it hurts. He groans when he comes, his hot come filling my throat, forcing me to swallow it.

When he releases me, I fall forward and throw up everything right in front of his feet. Salvatore takes a step back.

“Seems to me you don’t want that food anyway.”

“No, please!”

He’s silent.

“Sir!” I choke out.

Fuck him!

Everyday it’s more of the same. I beg to suck him. I get one meal. I’m constantly hungry and faint. I’m losing muscle mass. My bruises fade. I think I’ve been here a week. I don’t know. There are no days and no nights. I’ve come to long to see him. He’s my only contact with the outside world, and even his company is better than no company. He always hurts me. Always. Always grabs my hair rough, stabs deep into my throat, always pushes me away when he’s come. I’m still naked. I haven’t brushed my teeth in a long while and I reek of sweat. I shit on a bucket that is miraculously emptied when I wake to a new day, or night. I have no sense of time. I feel like an animal. He doesn’t touch me, and I’m not surprised. I’m disgusting. I don’t know what he wants me for.

The doctor comes by, twitchy, his eyes haunted, his glances at Ivan are even more nervous than they were before.

“I-I need to give you another injection. Every three months.”

My mouth falls open, then I just give up. It’s no use trying to fight it. I won’t give in to Salvatore, but he may very well just take me one day and I sure as hell don’t want to get pregnant with his child.

The doctor holds up a syringe. “Buttock,” he says and I turn to my side, obediently. I’m not broken, that’s not why I let him stab me with his needle, I just know to choose my fights.

“How long have I been here?”

He doesn’t answer but begins to cut up my cast. I’m horrified at the implication. I’m supposed to have healed?

“Weeks?”

He still doesn’t answer, packs up everything and darts out of the room as if he has the Devil on his heels. Ivan throws me one glance and I think I see a fleeting pity in his eyes before he lets the door fall closed.

I don’t ask for Salvatore that day. And not the next day. I have water that I drink as little as possible from, but I won’t play his fucking game anymore.

Luciano

I’m not happy with my little project. It’s been three weeks. She’s starving, naked and dirty. Her blowjobs are mechanical, and I’ve begun to lose interest. It’s not that hot. She needs an incentive, or I’ll lose her. I expected it to be easier and I’m still motivated to do this, to break her in and make her my obedient slave. My clean obedient slave.

I honestly don’t want to see her like this. It doesn’t bring me pleasure. I gotta fucking make right with this mess before she perishes before my eyes. The Chloe I saw on that picture the day I decided she needed to die, the cocky, radiant beauty, the thief and the tricky little lady who forged a new identity, that’s the one I want back.

Throwing one last glance at the monitor, I spin the seat around and call Ivan.

“Sir?”

“Get our dentist here, and someone to groom this chick, and get me Elena. I need fucking Elena. Now!”

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