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ANASTASIA

“Anything leaves an awful lot on the table, counselor.”

He releases my face, and rubs his thumb over my cut nipple, before pinching it hard, causing me to whimper from the pain.

Leaning his head down, he inhales the scent of my skin before biting me, making me cry out again, and he chuckles darkly.

“Are you prepared to be my filthy whore, Anastasia?”

The last thing I want to do is let this monster touch me again sexually, but I don’t have a choice. I can either die now, or hope if I live long enough, I might convince him to let me live. Although, it’s becoming more and more clear, with each passing minute, that is unlikely.

“Yes. I said anything, and I meant it.”

He moans this sexy sound I’d like to ignore, but can’t, as he moves his hand between my spread legs, and shoves two fingers inside me, forcefully stretching me, but it’s his words that cause the harshest sting, and bile to rise in my throat.

“Imagine if your husband could see you now. Tied up, and consenting to be my personal slut.”

“Ex-husband,” I bite, as he moves his fingers inside me.

Psycho drops his knife to the floor, and reaches up and pinches my nipple, while he continues fucking me with his other hand.

“Look at how wet you are. You hate me so much, and yet, you’re going to come all over my hand, aren’t you, little lamb?”

“Nothing has changed. I still hate you.”

He runs his tongue over his bottom lip, while he stares at my face like he doesn’t want to miss anything. I close my eyes, the intensity in his gaze too much, and he growls in response.

“Open your fucking eyes.”

My lashes flutter, as I force myself to do as he says, and am once again met by his hungry gaze.

“You’re still going to die. Nothing has changed.”

I open my mouth to speak, but he shoves his fingers into my mouth aggressively.

“Fucking suck. Before you ask why, I’ll tell you. It pleases me, and that’s your job now. The second you refuse an order, you die.”

When he pulls his fingers from my mouth, I tilt my head and glare at him.

“Order?”

His lips pull up into an evil grin, that chills me to the bone. I can see the devious thoughts running through his mind. I don’t know what they are, but I can tell they aren’t good.

“Before I end your life, you won’t even recognize yourself, little lamb. You won’t have a choice. You will do everything I say.”

I plead for my life like a pathetic person, because this isn’t only about me. If I am not there to pay expenses, my mother will get worse, and die.

“Please let me go. I will do anything you want. Just let me go. Cut me, but let me live.”

He folds his arms over his chest, while he stares at me like he’s making a decision. The knife is still in his hand, and I watch it closely, willing it to kill him, but it doesn’t even cut his arm.

“You’re offering to make a deal with the devil, little lamb. Are you prepared for what that could mean for you?”

I nod my head, because it doesn’t matter. As long as I survive, I will have to deal with whatever he throws at me. For my mother, I have to survive this.

Psycho steps closer to me, and takes my face in his hands, forcing me to look him in the eyes.

“This is a one-time offer and, if I’m honest, I’m only making it, because I know you won’t hold up your end. I’ll keep you for thirty days, and you’ll do everything I say. If you refuse any order, the deal is over, and you’ll die immediately. If you somehow manage to do everything I want you to, I’ll let you go.”

He’s wrong. I will hold up my end of the deal, because I don’t have a choice. I don’t want to die, so I’ll sacrifice the next month of my life for my freedom. I know something he doesn’t though. I’ll be the one to rid the world of the Bonetti Brothers. I’ll just need to be more careful once he lets me go. I try to stay strong but, against my will, my body trembles, as it has the entire time I’ve been in this basement, giving him what he clearly thrives on, my fear. I want to hide it away, but as mean as Massimo the boy was, the man is far worse than I imagined. He’s beautiful and cruel. Brutal, and if my hopes for living are contingent on him having an ounce of kindness, I’m in big trouble. I don’t think he has any left.

“Consider this your first test. I’m going to untie you. You will immediately get on your knees, and put your hands behind your back. I won’t give you reminders of what’s at stake. I trust the consequences are severe enough for you to remember on your own.”

Psycho unties my wrists, and I rub them, while he does the same with my legs.

Silently, he arches an eyebrow expectantly. I step away from the cross, and drop to my knees.

After kicking his shoes off, he unbuttons his pants, and I stare at him in confusion, while he pulls his lips up into a wicked grin.

He removes his black pants and matching boxers, and I sit on my knees, staring. No, what I’m doing would probably be considered gawking.

“What the actual fuck?”