Sergio's grip around my waist tightened, his breath hot against my ear as he continues his torment.
"You're shaking ," he murmured , almost as if he was amused about my body's involuntary reactions. "Good. I want you to remember every second of this moment."
The ice cube, now nearly melted , slipped from his fingers, leaving a cold trail down my spine. I gasped, but it wasn't just the cold that made me shiver, it was the way his hand traced the ice cube deliberately and slowly.
"You see Claire." His voice sounded again. "I'm not just interested in your father's sin. I'm going to break you. Piece by piece. Until I get tired of you."
His hands moved slowly, fingers digging into my skin. I wanted to scream, to push him away, but the fear of him paralyzed me, rooting me in one place as he continues his sadistic game.
"Remember this," he whispered, his lips brushing against my ears, "everytime you think of running, everytime you dream of an escape plan, you'll feel my touch. You'll know that you belong to me, no matter where you go."
He lifted my chin, forcing me to meet his dark piercing gaze.
"Beg me ," he commanded, leaving no room for defiance. "Beg me to let you go, just like the way Sergio Lucia begged your useless father, and maybe I'll show you a bit of mercy today, after all, I'm not a jerk like your father.
Tears dropped from my eyes, i don't know if I was going crazy, but I wasn't even thinking about myself at the moment, instead I felt his pain over his sister's death. I bit my lips to concentrate on my own emotions.
I honestly think being an empath is what's going to get me killed in his hands.
His grip on my jaw tightened painfully , forcing me to speak.
"Please ," I whispered, my voice trembling. "Please, Sergio, let me go….."
He chuckled darkly, his thumb brushing over my already bruised lip.
"Not good enough, Claire Parker. I want you to scream for me, to beg until your voice is out. Show me that you understand your place here."
A sharp pain shot through my body as he twisted my hands behind my back , pulling me against himself. I cried out, the sound echoing through the room, and I guess that fueled his cruelty.
"Sounds better." Sergio giggled. "Now let's see how much more you can take."
I thought I was going to lose everything at that moment, but it seems he's not a total jerk like my father.
He pushed me down to the cold floor, he watched me groan in pain as he smiled satisfactorily.
He reached into his pocket, pulled out a thin, glinting blade. My breath caught in my throat.
"I hope he wasn't planning to use that on me, I wasn't ready to die yet."
Sergio knelt beside me, pressing the cold steel against my cheek.
"This, little Claire, is where the fun really begins."
The blade traced a slow, deliberate line down my cheek, the cold metal biting into my skin. I was scared stiff.
"You're going to learn obedience, Claire, to know exactly where you belong."
He tilted his head, studying my face, as if searching for where to inflict the next wound.
"Please," I whimpered. "I hated the desperation in my voice. "I'll do anything. Just….. don't hurt me anymore."
He smiled mischievously. I guess his interest was piqued by my words.
"Anything, you say? Just anything, right?" He moved the blade lower, hovering it just above my throat. "Prove it then, tell me how much you're willing to sacrifice for me."
At that moment, it looks like I was begging my tears to drop. "How can I prove to a beast like him that I was willing to sacrifice anything?"
"I…I need you," I involuntarily choked out. "I'll give you everything, just please..."
Sergio's grip on the knife tightened, causing my voice to break.
"please, Sergio ...I'll be your puppet , your toy, anything you want. Just please don't kill me."
The knife pressed lightly against my throat, the sharp edge pricking my skin, drawing a bead of blood. I thought he has lost his mind, until he leaned closer to my ears.
"Good girl, you are starting to understand."
He let go of the knife, letting it drop with a clatter, but he didn't stop there.
"Now, Claire," Sergio whispered, his lips brushing against ears, "i want you to beg for something else. Beg for my touch, beg me to take you like you know I will."
A shiver ran through me, not just from the fear, but for the way my body responded, even when my mind screamed in protest. He had me trapped, both physically and mentally, and I was too powerless to resist. I hated myself for it.
"Please," I muttered through gnashed teeth. "Please, touch me…..take me.... Just….. don't stop."
Sergio's laughter was soft, but filled with cruelty.
"That's more like it," he said, his hand sliding through my body, teasing and tormenting me, until I was trembling with need and shame.
He took his time, savoring every moment of my humiliation, making sure I know exactly who was in control. Every of his whisper was designed to break me further, to mold me into his perfect puppet.
And as much as I wanted to fight, as much as I wanted to scream, and to push him away, I couldn't. I was too far gone, too deep in his grasp to ever escape.
When his hands finally stopped, he pulled me up, forcing me to my knees in front of him.
"Remember this, Claire," His voice sounded. "You're mine now. Body and soul. And there's no escape from that."
With that being said, he leaned down, pressed a possessive kiss to my forehead, sealing my fate.
"I have an urgent meeting to attend now, be a good girl till I'm back." He patted my head, and stood up to leave the room.
"Oh, there's water inside that small fridge, we'll get new clothes together once I'm back."
I screamed in anger and pain immediately he shot the door behind himself.
I looked at the golden clock hanging on the wall, and surprisingly, it was showing 8:12am.