The Don's Captive

ia's

door. I was so scared. The

hed out. He must have

me. Soon, he stopped. I could feel him behi

led, his voice d

voice barely audible. I stoo

and stood in front of me. I c

ou disobey

his index finger on my lips. He looked at me

e let out a dry laugh. " You ha

d and I took a step backwards. This continued un

aused to look me over with both hands folded behind, "You me

ord. I couldn't even look at him; his

et, look up at me

" I stuttered with tears clouding m

overed the distance between us. He had his fingers

his breath against my face. Ther

ing to happen next but I knew for

prepared me for w

y throat and hung both hands on the wall leaving m

t as he said those wo

t get to his eyes. His eyes s

in charge. I own you; I dictate whatever you do with your life until th

a tear fell

iulia?... Answer me." He

ision was already blurred by tears but

ear that dress." He said pointing at

" I muttere

"You either wear that

ng nothing and wearing that dress? There was a tiny

ent to pick the dress up and took a l

leaving me with my undies. I picked

t." I opened my mouth but no words came out. " I'll be wai

aiting." He said

e than expected. It was just my first nigh

looked at myself in the mirror; it was a be

ng to walk through the hallway naked with bodyguard

I walked quietly down the hallway and didn't

onio sitting with his head bent over his meal.

his head until I

t the seat beside him. He

t the dishes on the table were dif

d munched slowly on the m

pless and hopeless," Antonio said sarcasti

I said calmly, ignoring hi

the table, he examined me properly. He let his eyes l

s for me. I own you, not them.

Don Antonio drew his chair bac

different hallway with beautiful artwork hung on the wall.

hed it open only to find a la

g, where ha