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Twenty-One

My breath caught in my throat as I tried to move and register what the hell was going on with me. The first thing that I felt was coldness all over my body. Something heavy and cold wrapped around me and painfully pressed into my skin. I shivered, even though I was numb to the bones. My eyes were opened but all I could see was darkness, the kind of darkness that swallowed everything. No light, no shape, just a void that seemed to stretch and swallow me whole.

My mouth was dry, and my tongue felt like sandpaper. I cracked my mouth open to utter a word but nothing came out. Panic settled in the pit of my stomach. I tried to move, but my entire body felt heavy. I pressed my head back and realized that I was laying on something rough and hard, it felt like stone. My fingers twitched as I started to kick my feet, only to realize there was nothing to kick. There was nothing to grasp and nothing beneath my feet. Where the fuck am I?

A cold shiver ran through me as I strained to hear something, anything that would be a sign to where I was right now, but again…there was nothing. I’m going to fucking die! My heart thudded faster as I thought back to where I was last. With Detavio in a dark alley getting fucked!

My goodness, this man was really sick and demented. Every blog post that I made was real. The women that I interviewed probably went through the same thing before he killed them all. There was no one here to hear me scream. This wasn’t like my dreams where I would cum so many times until I woke up shaking from dreaming about him.

A door creaked open as I held my breath.

“This lil light of mine…I’m gonna let it shine.” His deep devilish voice made me croak.

How the hell did he know what song he sung to me in my dreams? This had to be some sort of sick ass joke that was being played on me.

“De-Deta?—”

“Shhh…Don’t speak to me unless I tell you to.” Detavio’s voice echoed.

His heavy footsteps sounded off for a couple of seconds before the lights switched on. I shut my eyes and then opened them to take in the atmosphere.

“Welcome to my personalized pit.” He stretched his arms out.

Detavio looked different, his brown skin glistened like he had just showered and was getting ready for bed. His dark smoldering eyes roamed up and down my chained bound body. I never been chained in my life. He called this a pit, when it was nothing like I would have imagined it to be if he hadn’t chained me up in here. This was far to deliberate and crafted. The smooth stone walls were cut perfectly, it was for sure built to imprison someone with no hopes of escape.

I didn’t smell decay or dust, it actually smelled like this place was freshly constructed. In the center of his pit was a large bed with white fitted sheets tucked neatly with a thick white velvet comforter and white pillows. My favorite color… I thought as I continued to take in my surroundings.

Across from the bed was a small table of food. I squinted my eyes and could see a fruit tray with sliced meats, bread, and cheese neatly arranged.

My eyes next landed on a far wall with shelves lined with an array of knives that was locked up in a glass box. I shifted my gaze nervously back to the bed, then back up to Detavio. I wanted to smack the smug look off of his face. How could a man so handsome, act so ugly and evil?

“I’m going to have one of my women come inside of here to clean you from head to toe. There’s medicine for your headache and finger foods for you to eat, and as you see…a bed for you to sleep.” He chuckled dryly.

“You’ve made this easier than I thought it would be. I’m glad you decided to be a stubborn bitch…just so I can own you.” He sneered.

“You won’t get away with this shit! I’ll never fold, Detavio, I might grow weak because I’m sexually?—”

“A freak ass bitch! That’s what you are. I don’t have to remind you, you already know it. I will explore anything that I want to that’s concerning or apart of you…you belong to me, you won’t be able to step foot out of this pit until you utter those particular words. You—are—mine!” He took a seat at the edge of the bed and tilted his head to the side.

“Look to the left of you, Angel.” He nodded his head for me to look.

I turned my head slowly and noticed more knives carved sleekly in another clear glass box with a golden lock on top. I looked down at my feet and noticed that I was suspended six inches away from the concrete. What I was chained up to was still unknown, but it was very uncomfortable.

“You will never own me!” Tears glided down my cheeks.

“I already have owned your mind for the past month or two. Whenever you start posting false narratives about me, that’s when I started to own you. That’s when the dreams started, that pussy never got as wet as it did before Detavio Decebal came to mind.” He smirked.

“False narratives?” I asked in disbelief.

“Look at me, look at what you’ve been doing to me! You’ve been watching me sleep! Tasting my pussy while I dream! Stalking me! You fucked me in a dirty dark alley! Brought me back to sick ass Arkville just to chain me to a wall and tell me that I belong to you! I can only imagine what all of those other innocent women went through! You are a fucking monster, a terrible soulless fuckin’ creature that belongs behind bars! I?—”

“Shut the fuck up!” He roared.

“You don’t know shit about me! You know nothing, Angel. Absolutely nothing! You will find out very soon, though. You’re not in Arkville. Trust me, you never want to go there. You need to be thanking me. If it weren’t for me then Impurity would’ve had all of your organs on ice by now. I can make a good penny off of them for myself, if you don’t learn your place in my house. I’m giving you an opportunity here…” His words trailed off.

I swallowed down hard as I repeated his words in my head.

“An opportunity?” I repeated in disbelief.

“Yes, just that. I will let you interview the women that I have staying here in my home. There will be no recording, but your first interview will be with Kourtney. I call her my Wet Nurse. She’s been here for over a year, contracted through my lawyer. The second interview will be with Maylee, my assistant who is also contracted. They have agreed to sit and interview with you, only if…” Detavio stopped talking as the corners of his lips stretched into a wide smile.

I waited a couple of seconds as my heartbeat thudded loudly in my eardrums. There was no way that he was just giving me these interviews without expecting something in return.

“Only if what?” I asked cautiously.

“They get to have fun with you while I watch. You see, Angel…I enjoy a lot of sex. I don’t stick my dick in a lot of women’s pussies, however, I stick it in a lot of women’s mouths. They all have sexy plump lips like you, but none of them are the shape of you and that’s why I think you have become my favorite. Lots of meat on those bones of yours. You have so much ass with the perfect amount of titties for my hands to grab onto. Your juices are sweet, even when you piss yourself. You get so wet for me, although you’re stubborn. My stubborn little pussy.” He grunted.

“Why so many women?” I cleared my throat.

Here I was chained up and told how a bunch of strange women were getting ready to explore my body just for an interview and I felt myself getting hot all over. His filthy choice of words, the way his eyes devoured me, although I probably looked a mess right now, turned me on…when it shouldn’t have.

“Hyperspermia.” He uttered one word and it sounded like a disease.

“What?” I frowned my face up in confusion.

“I nut—A LOT. It’s an excessive amount of nut. If I don’t release at least once every two hours the buildup is intense, almost painful, which can turn into anger for me. So the plentiful of women are here for a reason…they want to be here. I don’t own any of them…But you…I will own.” He stood up.

My eyes widened as my heart skipped a beat. I tried to wrap my mind around what he just told me. I wondered if this was the reason why he acted the way that he did.

“So you will have a chance to clean yourself…over in that corner behind that mirror. Place your hand on it, and it opens up into a small bathroom. Maylee and Kourtney will be here first thing in the morning. Someone will bring you breakfast, you have about three hours to rest.” Detavio stated like he had all of this rehearsed.

“What about clothes? I’m going to need clothes.” I proposed.

“You won’t need any clothes.” He stepped in front of me.

His masculine woodsy scent traveled up my nose as he reached for my right wrist. Silence. I could feel the weight that lifted from both wrists. He unlocked and maneuvered the thick heavy chain that wrapped around my legs and torso quietly. The moment the chains fell to the ground with a loud clatter, I fell down to the cold floor before I could even make sense of it. He allowed me to drop and hadn’t bothered to help me up.

Detavio’s dark emotionless eyes were fixed on me with a detached calm. He eyed me like I was just another object to be disposed of or manipulated. I was nothing but another piece to his twisted games. I bowed my head as I tried to steady my breathing. How dare he! Anger pulsed through my veins. I felt hotter than all the shame and humiliation that he was sure to bring for however long he kept me in this so-called pit.

I looked down at my bruised wrists that was the color purple and red. I twisted them. I could still feel the remnants of the chains that had marked me.

“When will you let me go?” I asked through gritted teeth.

“Your freedom belongs to me, now.” He taunted.

I wanted to scream, I needed to rage against the injustice of all of this. Instead, I seethed, my fury coiled deep inside of me as I tried to formulate a plan but kept coming up with nothing. I dug my fingers into the ground beneath me, as my nails scraped against it in frustration.

“You won’t win whatever game that you’re trying to play, Detavio.” I spat bitterly.

“I already won, and I won’t show you any mercy; just think about the way I let your ass drop to the ground.” He winked.

I realized that him unchaining me was just a power move. He had no compassion inside of him. I pushed myself up from the floor, my legs trembled with weakness, but I ignored it, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. He didn’t react to me standing in front of him with my chest heaving up and down. I took a step toward him to close up the space. I wanted to challenge him, to prove that he couldn’t break me.

“You think this means anything? You take the chains off and let me fall thinking that I would beg you to help me stand?” I hissed through gritted teeth.

“I think you are strong.” He smirked.

“But you’re not strong enough. I study people very well, Angel. I think you bi-polar.” He chuckled dryly.

“One moment you’re scared as fuck, the next your talking shit and spilling out threats that don’t reach me. Through it all, you remain aroused, wet, and frustrated. Your emotions are out of whack and that’s very telling. You navigate through life trying to control some shit that’s not meant for you to control. Natavi for instance…” He stopped, which made my chest tighten.

“You hate that she’s a well-known escort. I had her contracted to my brother Monster. He’s having fun with her, but fun can end fast if you don’t comply here. Your father, James Willis… he’s still in touch with Impurity. He visits Arkville a lot for whatever reasons. His excursions can end abruptly, too, and so can your mother’s bored and lonely days sitting at home since she’s too lazy to stay on task with her coffee shops that is financially draining James Willis pockets—” Whap!

I slapped the rest of the words out of his mouth. He chuckled first, then full-fledged laughed hard. He laughed for a minute too long, like a possessed maniac. He abruptly stopped laughing to lick his bloody lips with a small smile plastered on his face.

“I like that.” He tilted his head to the side.

“You get the vivid picture of what I am trying to paint for you.” He clicked his teeth.

Tears of anger flowed freely down my face, I wanted to strangle him. A good slap would have sufficed enough, but for right now, I held back my rage. He mentioned the people that I loved with all of me. They were in danger… Because of me. I felt guilty as a low sob escaped my mouth. Natavi was falling for Detavio’s brother and with me locked up in this pit with Detavio…there was nothing I could do to save her, my father, or my mother.

“I would fuck you, but the smell of dried and fresh piss on you is not lady like at all. Think about what I said and prepare for the morning.” He winked and walked away.