He awoke to the tiny jingle of a tiny bell.
What?
He looked around. Mae's room at work. Mae wasn't beside him, but still...
He'd woken from that shitty nightmare.
Ortega felt his heart swell with relief as tears of joy stung the rims of his eyes.
He let out a victorious laugh.
"Yes!"
Now he could escape.
Wait.
The distinct ring of shackles.
He tried to get outta bed, but the chain on his wrists tugged him back.
No. No no no no no!
Ortega didn't want to look, but the sounds confirmed it.
He was trapped.
Worse...
He was naked.
And... hard?
Ortega blinked at his arousal.
That explained the throb.
The soldier stood taller than he remembered and had definitely gained some muscle.
Then the memories came flashing back.
That weird feeling he felt when Mae brought him here.
He balled his fists.
That bitch... she drugged me.
Ortega felt like crying.
{You just had to go and fuck her senseless, huh?}
Not helping! Ortega headbutted the translucent screen.
How the fuck could he get outta this now...
By the way the sun behaved, 'twas midday already.
How long had he slept...?
And where the bloody hell was Mae?
He tugged suddenly as the realization hit him.
Shit.
What if she wants to kill me...
Or worse...
Cut off my dick...
Ortega's mum had told him a lotta sick stories about predatory women.
Women who were obsessed with gorgeous boys like him.
The reality of his situation sunk in, making him grim.
This is it, huh?
The moment she walks through that beaded curtain...
My fate is sealed.
Who was he kidding?
His fate was already sealed the moment he woke up bound like some bedroom slave.
He wasn't yet to taste thousand-dollar exotic meals, or wear thousand-dollar suits, or buy a Lambo, or drive a house.
Or finally feel like somebody for once.
Somebody with a powerful net worth.
Pa was right.
Women will fuck up your life.
The old man always told him.
Though Ortega wondered why he married his Mum, and then he realized...
Nice one, Dad.
...The old man had cursed him.
Ortega was out of it.
The silence was deafening and crippling, so he talked to fill it.
To people he never got the chance to.
Said words he never got the chance to say.
"FUCK YOU, MAE!"
He bellowed and sighed. That felt damn good to let out.
"That bad, Ortega? Feisty..."
She purred as her heels clacked, nearer and nearer.
Oh great.
Now he was hearing voices too.
Someone lock him up in an asylum. And Mae too. But keep her very, very far away from him.
Mae stalked closer.
Her breaths came out excited and sharp when she noticed his angry erection.
"Look at you, all grown up," she said. "You're a big boy now..."
Ortega couldn't refute this. Still, he swallowed, tone grim.
"What are you going to do to me..."
Ortega thought of praying. He didn't want to burn in hell.
He stopped himself. Maybe he'd reincarnate.
That gave him hope.
His dick twitched.
"Well, isn't it obvious, Ortega sweetheart... I'm gonna help satisfy all your needs. All of them..."
Ortega's breathing got heavy as shit.
His face was burning.
Sweat glistened his taut muscles.
He didn't tug, as it was hopeless.
Just sat there, precum dripping outta his painfully engorged dick.
Mae fisted it.
Immediately, an intense pleasure coursed through him. So hot he shivered.
Mae's mouth watered, her fingers torturing his arousal.
He gritted his teeth.
Any more of this and he'd collapse. 'Twas that bloody good.
Then she stopped.
Why the hell did she stop...
Ortega snapped up to meet her gaze, unable to wrap his mind around the cold fact that she was playing him once more.
That all this was some sorta sick game for her.
He hated how she made him feel.
He tugged, but the chains bit his wrists.
If he wanted to get outta this...
He had to play her game.