So the name Parvel phoom doesn't ring a bell to you?" I question, raising a brow at him. His expression is blank.
"N-no? I don't know who that is." He stutters, trying to break loose.
"You really fucked up Henry." I smirk at him. "I would've ended you quickly but you lied to me.
You know what happens to liars, don't you?" He's quick to shake his head.
Taking a hold of the pliers, I stalk next to him.
Grabbing a hold of his jaw and forcing his mouth open as he cried out, shaking his head, struggling to get away.
I force his tongue out as his screams echo through the room. I pinch the pliers around his tongue and start pulling. He screams louder and I slap him, making him immediately lower his voice. I pull harder and harder till I hear a snap, and his tongue in my hand, between the pliers.
His blood on my forehead and dribbling from his mouth. He looks at me then at my hand, holding on to the pliers. while I wipe his blood from my forehead.
He starts panicking and crying. Fucking music to my ears.
"Don't cry Henry, we're just beginning. You see, if you hadn't lied to me I wouldn't have done this. I would've given you the easy way out." I mischievously state, walking to the chair where all the tools are. I put the pliers down. "We've got to do something about those hands. Don't you think?" I say as I grab a hammer and walk over to him.
"Those hands have touched what's mine.
And as you can see I'm not pleased." I state. "You knew he didn't fucking want you. Look at yourself, you disgusting fucker. Why would he ever want you?" I question.
"Any last words?" I pause. "Oh, that's right. I forgot you can't talk." I scoff.
I grab his hand and start smashing his bones with the hammer, I can feel them cracking and he cries vigorously. His cries come out like pleads. But I'm not stopping.
He's made him uncomfortable.I'll make him die.
Dropping the hammer to the ground, I take a hold of my chainsaw. I look up at him and he's sobbing. His head bowed, panting as he scrunches his face in pain. He's about to pass so I'm going to have to be quick.
I turn it on and start sawing through his hands.
His yells piecing my ear drums. His blood shooting everywhere but I show no mercy. I do the same with his other hand.
Suddenly, only the sound of the chainsaw can be heard. I flicker my eyes to his face and he's out. He's passed out on me. I drop the chainsaw and wipe my forehead. Since I'm in a good mood today, I think that'll be enough for him. I stride out of there with a smirk on my face.
Parvel's POV:
I'm sitting in the garden, reading one of my favourite books. The weather is beautiful today.
The sun is shining on the flowers, making them look even more aesthetically pleasing.
I'm starting to get extremely bored though. He won't even let me out of the house. I hate him.
I'm going to find a way out of this place soon. I just need to find an opportunity.
God, help me.
A bit later, I shut my book and make my way to the stairs. I notice two maids sweeping the floors. I lightly smile at them but they roll their eyes and turn away. Disappointed, I bow my head and walk up the stairs. I really just want someone to talk to. I feel so lonely.
I open the door to the room and close the door behind me. Not a second later, Enzo emerges from the bathroom, completely naked. He got his head bowed as he dries his hair with a towel.
Driplets of water running down his perfectly ripped torso. He's very muscular, but in a handsome way. My eyes go to his 'member. I've never seen one before, it's really big.
That's scary.
Realizing that I'm standing there staring at him.
I immediately bow my head, a blush creeping into my cheeks as I make my way out of the room. I must've not counted my steps because as soon as I look up. My face comes in contact with the door and I fall to the ground in a thud.
Leave it to me to make every single encounter an embarassing moment.
As soon as I fall down, I notice Enzo rushing over to me. "Parvel? Love, are you okay?" He questions, his voice laced in worry, fear even. I bring my hand to my head and put it on my forehead,hissing in pain
I see Enzo bending over, putting one arm under my thighs and another on my back, scooping me in his arms and carrying me bridal style to the bed. I unconsciously place my hand on his bare chest as he looks down at me.
He lays me down and says " I'll be right back, love. Stay still." With that he rushes into the closet then comes back wearing a pair of black boxers. He towers over me and cups my cheek.
"Are you hurt, baby?" He asks and I shake my head. "You need to be more careful next time, love. I don't want anything happening to you.
You hear me?" He questions and I nod.
He goes to the other side and climbs up the bed, stalking like a predator and I'm the prey. My heart beats vigorously against my chest. He balances himself on his hands, trapping me between his arms as he hovers over me. He lowers his face towards mine and I immediately turn my face to the side, not wanting to look at him. I can't help but blush every single time I'm close to him, and I don't want him to notice that. But he puts his finger under my jaw and turns my face to face his, my eyes meeting his.
His eyes are very captivating. His face is sculpted to the gods. Overall, he's very attractive. He might be the most handsome man I've ever seen, but he's not a good person.
Although, I can't help but like his touch. I'm very inexperienced and this is the closest thing I've had to affection. My timidity gets the best of me.
"Don't look so scared, love. I won't hurt you."
He whispers against my lips.
He then dips his head in my neck and starts kissing it, I gasp when he sucks on the skin.
"En-Enzo." I moan and he groans to that, he drags his hand down to my waist, giving it a light squeeze. He inches them lower and settles them on my thighs, hoisting them up and wrapping them around his hips. He traces kisses on my jaw going all the way to my collarbone. He keeps making his way down and leaves wet kisses on my chest.
"You smell amazing, angel." He inhales my scent and I bite on my lower lip, careful not to make a sound. I'm really scared.
He removes his face from my chest and moves closer to my face caressing my cheek "Let me taste your lips, my love." He murmurs, his eyes looking at my parted lips as I breathe heavily.
He comes even closer, his lips touching mine. I don't move. Do I really want to give my first kiss to him?
"Enzo, I-I never ki-" I softly mutter, but before I can finish he shushes me. "Shh, baby I know. I fucking know." He whispers in his deep voice, his breath fanning my lips.
Without a warning, his lips mould with mine and I hum against him. He devours my lips whilst I stay still. I don't know how to kiss. I felt his tongue asking for entrance which I grant submissively. He massages his tongue with mine but then he pulls out. "Won't you kiss me back, my love?" He breathes out and kisses me again, this time I lightly move my lips against him, my hands on my side next to my head. He slides his hand across my arm and finally holds each my hands to each side.
I quickly realize what I'm doing, I'm giving my first kiss to my kidnapper. I'm such a messed up person. I soon pull out and sigh out as he pecks my forehead. "Is everything alright?" He asks and I shake my head. "Tell me what's wrong, baby." He demands as he wipes my lower lip dry.
"I-I have a headache." I state and he's quick to get off me and walk beside the bed I'm still laying in, swiftly pulling me up and wrapping his arms around my waist.
He puts his hand on the side of my head and says. "Let's go downstairs and get you an icepack for your head." He says before holding my hands and walking me out of the room.